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They just collapsed, Jim on top of her, as he always
insisted. He was crushing her with his weight…not fat of course,
but muscle was even heavier. Raji managed to roll to the side, and
then turned to gaze adoringly into his eyes, still amazed that this
gorgeous man would really want her.

“You were wonderful.”
“Uh huh.” He was still panting, but in a very sexy way, she thought.
“Jim?”
“Uh huh.”
“I love you.”

There was a disconcerting pause. Before he’d always responded, “I
love you, too.” Now, he said nothing, and looked almost…guilty?

“Ummm…”
“Yes?” she asked, eagerly.
“I should probably tell you something. Now don’t get too upset,
okay?”

And he proceeded to tell her about Sharmila. Also Indian. Two years
older. Drop-dead gorgeous with unfairly huge breasts. Who he’d been
sleeping with for three weeks. His conscience had finally kicked in.
Or maybe he was just bored with Raji, and this was the easiest way to
make her break up with him. Which she, of course, did.

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