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"Is she a real person?" Daniel paused. "Yes. She -- I knew her. We lived together for a while." He affected an air of insouciance and shrugged ambivalently. "It didn't work out." That was putting it mildly. He'd almost lost his balls to a pair of pinking shears when Angie caught him in bed with his pretty, dark haired Portuguese neighbour. It wasn't that he'd meant to cheat; the temptation was just too irresistable when the Portuguese woman came over in her brief nightie to "borrow" something. When she reached for the third shelf, her flimsy white nightie rode the luscious curve up her tight ass. Hypnotically, Daniel submitted to the driving urge in his brain and followed the divining rod of his erect cock right up to that perfect butt. His cock poked hard against her soft rear end.

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They turned left at a branch and ended up in a large but nearly deserted room filled to excess with leather furniture and plush wall to wall carpeting. Two young men sat talking in the corner beside busts of Cervantes, Donatello and Da Vinci. The sculpted Italian masters imparted a sense of dignity to the room. Lydia let go of Daniel's hand and looked about. "Nice study," she commented wryly, brushing wisps of hair from her forehead. "Yeah." He pointed at his painting, recently hung over a real fireplace of enormous dimensions. They strolled over to the picture. It was a small portrait of a nude blonde woman reaching up on her tiptoes for the highest level of a kitchen cupboard. Something flickered briefly across Lydia's eyes before vanishing. Daniel wondered what it was.

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"Up here," he said. The crowd was a million kilometres away. She nodded like a pretty schoolgirl, beautiful waves of brown hair curling over and around her now unreadable face. They took the stairs two at a time. Their pace grew slow as they proceeded down the tapestry lined hallway holding hands. They saw a few couples gazing at the rich tapestries. Others passed by them on their way back downstairs with curiously satisfied smiles, silent or whispering to each other. Daniel smiled inwardly without breaking his external look of preoccupation.

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She turned her head and started. "Where's Jason?" Daniel looked at the empty spot where the man had been. In fact, the whole group had drifted off like pampered kelp on a ritzy sea of hard marble, and neither had noticed. "I guess he had to leave," Daniel murmured. Lydia nodded. "Listen... I was just showing the Jacobis a little painting that I recently finished. I think it's in that big study upstairs. Would you like to see it?" Lydia nodded again. Daniel took her hand softly, lightly, and began moving through the crowd in the direction of a very wide, red carpeted stairway spiralling up to the second floor. He didn't looked back before reaching the foot of the opulent stairs, yet could feel definite threads of contact between him and her. Looking back at her, he wasn't too surprised to see her face conveying thoughtfulness and curiosity.