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Laela sits quietly on the plane, sipping on her third plastic cup of wine, just starting to get a mild buzz in the altitude. The guy next to her is kind of hot and smells good, dark short hair and bushy eyebrows. He is reading Bukowski. She decides whether to flirt or not, its an easy decision really, when the plane lands she has no accommodation arranged and no plans for the next three days.

The conversation flows, Charles is hot and has a crooked smile and an evil glint in his eye, looking right through Laela, playing the game. He has a hotel booked for two nights and while he says he is single Laela is not too sure.

Laela notices the way he looks at her chest, summing up her body and ordering a drink for them both. There hands brush against each other in the narrow confines of the plane. There is energy and buzzing.

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” he asks.

“Yeah, sure.” Laela replies.

The plane lands and he helps her with her carry on bag, her only bag. They end up at a bar, the hot tropical air of Darwin not yet hitting them as they relax and flirt some more.

“Where are you staying?” he asks……

A pause and then with confidence she says “wherever you are…” and he smirks and finishes his drink.

“Come and we will go to my hotel and freshen up before dinner,” and she readily agrees, thinking more of a shower than anything else. Charles does not initiate anything in the lift, being respectful and gentlemanly. But she notices him checking out her ass in the mirrored walls. Dirty fucker, Laela thinks, but her horniness betrays her better judgment.

As they enter the room, she takes in the plush carpet and high soft king bed, the big window and small sofa. Nice. She turns to him, “I want to blow you” and she approaches him and drops to her knees. Pulling at his jeans she unzips him and pulls his semi turgid cock out, nice, big, soft and thick, it will do, she thinks. Charles pushes his hands through her short hair as she gives him a long slow deep blow job, not stopping until she feels him buck and moan and his thick thighs tense and his semen pumps out in big gobs and hits her tongue and throat in five or six big jets. She swallows his seed whole, satisfied with the power she has to satisfy a man in this way, feeling her clit throbbing and the slick wetness in her skimpy panties.

“Wow” he exhales and she stands and kisses him deep, she likes that he doesn’t recoil at the salty taste of his own cum that lingers on her lips and tongue. His firm hands find her ass and she lets him take control now, it’s unusual for Laela to be so forward but she has enjoyed her time with this man and wanted to show her appreciation.

Now his mouth is on her neck and Laela secretly hopes his tongue is capable of getting her off. His hand is reaching up under her skirt and is in the gusset of her panties, finding the wet yearning flesh there. he is gentle but firm and he fingers her expertly, rubbing against the rough folds of her g spot and massaging the walls of her sex.

Now he is on his knees, in front of her, pulling her skirt down and off and her knickers follow. His mouth is soft and warm, his lips insistent on her pussy, tongue meandering over and into her, lapping at her clit hood, nudging her clit, but not quite hitting the spot. He stands and pushes her to the bed, Laela flops back, her head melting into the soft bed, legs parted and waiting. Charles fingers her with two fingers and sucks on her clit, licking and lapping and pushing Laela to an intense orgasm, heat rushing over her body as she clamps her thighs around his head.

He lays beside her, mouth and lips covered in her juices, smelling of sex. His semi hard cock resting on her thigh, their breathing synchronises and slows, and these strangers sleep in each others arms.

Laela wakes with a start, feeling refreshed and exposed and horny, looking sideways, Charles is asleep, fuck it she thinks, and grips his thick cock and wanks him slowly. Climbing over him, her mouth sucking the head, bringing him to a full hard heavy erection. Squatting over his hips she lowers herself slowly onto his prick, watching as a grin crosses his lips and his hands reach up to pull her top from her chest. Exposing her perky tits and erect nipples.

Laela closes her eyes and forgets him and rides his cock, uses it, grinds her cunt on him, takes it deep, feels the thickness stretching her opening wide. Her hands rub her clit and she grinds and fucks and rides Charles until her breathing is ragged and she collapses in restless orgasm.

Falling off his body, she kisses him quickly and walks to the ensuite. Leaving his heavy hard prick waiting and slicked up with her cum. She knew they had all night, and he could do what he likes with her later, no need to rush or bring him off again. Laela was hungry and wanted a shower and food, and then more of this gorgeous cock.

Laela showers. Long and hot. Water pelting her smooth body. Not perfect by any means. But long legs. Firm thighs, a tidy ass and small perky tits topped with red strawberry nipples. Rubbing her clit a little in post orgasmic calm, she thinks absently about a cool glass of champagne and Charles thick cock.

It’s hot so Laela wears no panties under her skirt. It flows on her bare legs. A singlet top and pink bra. Smiling at Charles as she dresses absently in front of him. Showing off her snatch and tits. Watching his cock twitch in the sparse patch of hair over his groin. Charles rises and resists the urge to take his new found friend and wanders to the shower.

Dinner is slow and relaxing. The wine slips down. The air still and hot. Laela is genuine and flirty. And Charles is self mocking and fun. The beers flow and Charles picks up the tab.

He takes her hand. And she accepts it, realising he is in control now. Pushing her into the dark corner of the bar, he kisses her deep and his hands rub down her spine, not unpleasantly. he is good. Laela kisses back, tongues brushing over each other, letting him lead. His hands cup her tits, the kind of thing teenagers would do, his thigh pushes between her legs and she rubs her groin instinctively against him. Dirty fucking man, she thinks, as her pussy moistens yet again.

The bar fills up and the intimacy is gone, but they stay close, like lovers, she gropes his cock subtly, while his hand brushes over her ass and tits and her cunt, he teases her insistently, its a hot mess, but nothing can happen here, too many sleazy guys and piranha eyes.

Laela is content, charles is not a sleaze, not pushing, and the drinks are free flowing, he is generous and at ease and confident in himself. Even when Laela dances and twirls to the 80′s beats with her hips swaying against some pale young guy, Charles sits back and smiles and sips his drink. She eyes him, fucking bastard, he knows he has her, and in a way she is happy with that. Already he makes no demands, expects nothing, and it makes her want him more.

The night ends, its dark and dim and she goes to his chest and feels close to him. “Take me home and fuck me” Laela mouths……

“Ok” he replies, whiskey on his breath.

Back in the room, his mood changes, pushing Laela against the wall, her face pressed against the white paint, his hands pushing her skirt up, his voice in her ear…”I am going to fuck you right here you hot slut” his words urgent and clear and it is what she wants. He parts her legs and drags her skirt away, baring her ass, he unzips and strips and he is hard and pressing and her ass is bare. Laela complies and relaxes and waits for his cock.

Pushing her ass out, being the slut that he wants, presenting her hot cunt to him, for him to use and take, no words but saying clearly ‘fuck me’…her breasts crushed against the cold wall as his heavy body presses in, it feels so hot and bad, and right. He pushes his cock in her without warning, both grunt, and he thrusts, and she closes her eyes and whispers ‘yes’

And for the next half hour he nails her, takes her and fucks her body like a whore, slapping and spinning and fucking and whoring her, driving his hard thick cock up into her wet cunt, she cums time and again and takes it with total submission. Her tits are mashed against the wall, her cunt is bruised and aching, and his cum rolls down her thighs as they move over and lay on the bed. Panting and sweaty and enjoying the euphoric post orgasm want and desire…..

The cum drips from Laela’s cunt and she dips her finger in it and plays with it absent mindedly, making a scene of sucking a glob of it into her lips, cleaning her finger. Charles moans as she looks him in the eye. “Eat my cunt again” she says, wanting to see if he will lick his own cum from her.

He smirks at her and pushes up onto his elbows. His hands move out and tweak and pull and pinch her nipples, then his mouth is there, sucking and biting and nibbling and kissing, causing Laela to part her legs and feel the warmth grow again in her snatch. His hand goes to her groin and he fingers her wet and hot sex, massaging his cum inside her.

He kisses down her body and starts to kiss her sex lips, licking and kissing, her pussy lips are wide open from their love making, engorged and full, wet and dripping. He uses his mouth all over her, before positioning himself on top of her, 69, his balls in her face and his erect cock, veiny and hard close to her nose. She uses her tongue on the smooth underside, the thick vein that runs along his shaft, and his smooth shaved balls fit heavy and firm in her mouth.

Laela bucks her hips up and his tongue laps at her hot little asshole. He is good, his tongue dragging over her quim, lapping and eating her, he is on a mission and she lays back and enjoys it, forgetting his prick jutting against her cheek. “Fuck me from behind” she suggests and without a word he rolls off her and pushes her over on her belly, rough and firm, pulling her hips up into the air she feels his cock against her ass and then lower, entering her easily.

Her hands are flat out on the bed, resting on her elbows, her shoulders pressed into the sheets, long supple back arched so her ass and hips and cunt are fully offered to him. Charles is up on one knee, and he plunges his cock ruthlessly in and out of her aching wet sex. Laela is feeling totally slutty as she offers herself completely to this man she has known only 8 hours. But right now she does not care and grips the bed sheets tight as he fucks her deep. Closing her eyes and getting lost in the feeling, her hand moving to her clit. Charles is gripping her hips and pushing his hand onto her back and grunting “oh thats it you hot whore, you dirty cock slut, take my fat cock” and laela moans at his filth and takes in the words.

He presses his thumb to her asshole, using her own juice to tease her tight little sphincter, she groans at his thick thumb pressing against her dark hole. Laela had been fucked in the ass before, but not for a long time, and it was not her favourite thing usually.

But now she wants it, she wants his thick cock in her dirty ass. Reaching back she parts her ass cheeks and grins when he moans. Pushing her ass high in the air, knowing she is totally slutting herself for him, her cunt aching with desire. He Buries his thumb inside her, her asshole burns and stretches and she winces and enjoys the pain. Then his thumb is gone and the spongy tip of his red angry cock is pushing against her. “No” Laela says and pushes him back. “Lube” and he complies, finding some oil he coats his cock and her ass in the slippery cool substance.

Now he takes her ass. He is slow and patient and eases it in, sensing that this is not a hole that is usually penetrated. The full girth of his cock is stretching her sphincter now and Laela is grunting and clenching the sheets. But she does not push him away, instead she pushes back against him and he enters her further. Pulling back, and then sliding deep into her bowels. Slowly he starts to fuck her and she feels so full and slutty. Leaning into the bed she gives him her ass and enjoys it, diddling her clit and cumming again and again. He shoots deep in her ass, warm and wet and full. They collapse on the bed, done for now as his cum seeps out of her quivering sphincter onto her thigh.

I slipped away as soon as I could, and headed back to my room. I had to get some rest. I took a steaming hot shower, and then fell onto the bed, passing out with exhaustion. I had turned my cell off, and asked the front desk to hold all my calls so I could get some sleep. I awoke around 9 pm refreshed and somewhat restless. I thought about popping down to the exercise room for a run, but it had already closed.

I decided to go out for a drive. I’d been to this city before, by myself and with you. At first I drove aimlessly for close to an hour. Eventually I ended up in the burg where you had grown up. Soon I was passing your high school. I saw a bar about a quarter mile down the road and decided to go in for a drink. It was early, 1030 or so, and I planned on having a nightcap and then heading back to the hotel.

I slipped onto a bar stool near the door and ordered a beer. There was a knot of guys a few stools down. They seemed to have known each other for years from the ease with which they teased each other. One guy caught my eye. He had the look of a construction worker who had been a high school athlete, still muscular, but a bit rugged as well.

Sean sidled down to my end of the bar and asked if he could buy me a drink. I agreed, and he pulled up a stool. He asked where I was from and what brought me there. I told him I was a nurse in town for a conference. I felt like saying I was a doctor would not help my chances with this guy. Sean shared that he worked at the factory a little down the road. I noticed he had a gold necklace with the number 20 hanging on it. I asked if he had played some kind of sports.

Sean told me he has played football in high school and then college for a year. He had won a scholarship to the local state university where you had attended undergrad and done your pre med studies. Sean told me he had won the scholarship, but needed a lot of tutoring to keep his grades up. He had ended up rooming with a “nerd from my home town high school named Jake Williams” who was his tutor. Sean told me he wouldn’t have made it through his first and only year at college were it not for this Jake Williams. Your college roommate? What were the chances this would have happened? Sean went on to share that he had played ball, but his high school sweetheart was a year younger and still in high school. She had come up on weekends for the games and would stay on. With all this privacy, she had ended up pregnant. Sean dropped out of college to marry her. They had two kids, but the marriage didn’t last. Sean had had the coincidence of wearing the #20 jersey in both settings, and had two kids, and took this to all be related. As his story went on, I realized he had bought me several more beers, and it was now well past midnight. I rose to go, and Sean asked if he could walk me out. When we got to the parking lot, he scooped me up in his strong arms and started making out with me like there was no tomorrow. He asked if I wanted to come back to his place.

I agreed, but asked if my car would be ok in the lot. He said it would, and that he would stick his head back in the bar and ask them to keep an eye out on my vehicle. He asked which one was mine. Instead of identifying the XJ6 as mine, I pointed to the Corolla next to it. I figured it was more of a nurse’s car than the Jaguar.

Sean lived in the same building as the bar, so we had no walk to get there. He opened the door to the apartments upstairs, held if for me, and made sure I was securely inside before he pinned me to the wall and started tearing at my lips like a starving man. Sean is 6’6″, and I am 5’1″. He lifted me easily and my legs just instinctively wrapped around his waist. I could feel his huge hard on pressed against my ass. He carried me up the stairs, kissing me passionately, pushing against me, and not missing a step. I don’t know if he did this all the time, but frankly I didn’t care.

Inside his apartment was a shrine to his time at the university. He had his pennants up on the wall, and a picture of himself with his college roommate in a frame underneath, the infamous Jake Williams. He also had a dozen or so pictures of his kids in all kinds of cute frames. I could tell he really loved them and missed seeing them all the time.

For as rough as Joshua was, and as sensual as Victoria was, Sean was as gentle. He knew he was huge in comparison to me, and took pains to be slow and gentle in everything he did. He asked if it was ok to undress me, and with his huge working man hands, he undid the buttons on my blouse like he was committing a holy act. He could have crushed me, but instead let me be the one on top.

I took my time undressing him as well. He had those muscles that didn’t come from the gym, but from hard work, and they were carved into him like no gym rat’s would ever be. Sean gently unhooked my bra in the front and let my breasts just tumble out into his huge paws. He stroked me so lightly I found myself pressing against him. Sean unzipped my jeans in what must have been more than 5 minutes. Slowly, slowly the zipper went down, and he kissed me slowly and softly on my face and neck. When he saw the bruises and scratches, he drew back and turned red. In an angry but protective voice he asked who had done this to me. I told him I studied martial arts and had been sparring heavily earlier in the week. I don’t think he believed me, but he let it go.

Sean laid me on the bed like I was a queen and began kissing me from my hairline, over my face, down my neck, across my breasts and belly, and down my legs. He only kissed me as lightly as a feather on my mons, and did not dive into my pussy at all. He lay next to me, stroking my face lightly and sweetly, and whispering that I was in charge and I should tell him how I wanted it and what I wanted.

I rolled on top of that giant, and let my hands travel all over him as well. I explored those shoulders and pecs and lats. I let my hands glide down around his waist. I tickled my fingers across his belly avoiding his 12″ cock as he had avoided my pussy. I sat back on my haunches and kneaded those strong quads. Sean was moaning softly and breathing hard. I hovered over his huge phallus and gazed down at him. He looked like an angel, so sweet and mesmerized.

Sean told me to take it how I wanted, as much as I wanted, and that he didn’t expect me to take it all. He had no idea how hungry I was for that cock to fill my tight little pussy. I straddled him hanging as high above him as I could. Slowly, so slowly, I began to lower myself onto that tower of cock. I let the tip just graze my lips. I slid back and forth on it, letting the slit slip over my clit. I hung like that for what felt like hours. Then little by little I let him split me open, and split me open is what he did.

I felt the tip penetrate my lips, and it was so wide it started to stretch me immediately. Bit by bit I let myself be lowered on that log. I felt the head prying me open. Sean whispered that I could stop then if I needed to. The more he told me I didn’t have to take it, the more I wanted it. Sean reached up stroking my face and shoulders, my breasts and hair. He was moaning how beautiful and tiny I was and how he didn’t want to hurt me in any way.

I just started letting the weight of my body push me down over that throbbing penis. It seemed like each breath brought a little more of him into my tight cunt. When I had about 4″ in he again asked me if I needed to stop. I shushed him with my fingers over his lips, then leaned forward and kissed him softly. Our hungry kissing in the parking lot had morphed into the most gentle kissing I had ever experienced, as sensuous as kissing a woman, slow and steady, but insistent.

At 6″ he took hold of my hips and asked if I wanted to rest. I arched back, letting my breasts heave, and said no, I wanted it all. Slowly he pried me open, just letting gravity do the work. I have a very tight pussy, and feeling pressure and stretching is common with a big cock for me, but the slowness of it all made me just open like a flower. I felt full to the brim, but not stretched or forced in any way. Slowly, slowly he filled me. I looked down and there was only about 2″ left. I felt satisfied and full, but something told me I wanted to take it all, to be filled like you could never fill me, Jake, not with your very average 5 or so inch cock. And so I just let time go on, and gravity work, and soon the entire 12″ was in my tight little hole. I rested there for a minute. Sean was breathing heavily, but not moving at all. We were not thrusting, just feeling the fit of the parts. Then I rose up on my knees and slid off that beautiful huge phallus, and let myself fall down onto it again. Sean asked me if I was ok, if I was hurt in any way. I assured him I liked being filled up so completely. Then the thrusting started. He started to rise up to me, arching toward me, and I started pumping up and down on him. It was the most exquisite feeling. Now I understood how women enjoyed working in the porn industry. This was the most fulfilling fuck I’d ever had. Taking it all in made me feel like the woman I had always wanted to be, completely full and then some. Pumping on that gleaming cock made me feel like I had accomplished something like I never had before. I felt like a virgin again. The sensation of being stretched and filled and owned was so invigorating. On and on we fucked, humping toward one another slowly and methodically, never missing a stroke, always in unison.

I started to come from the bottom of my feet, like I would on special occasions when there was lots of time for kissing and stroking, massaging and licking. I pumped faster now, wanting to chase that feeling. I pumped harder now, wanting to take in even more if there could have been more. I pumped and pumped in a frenzy, coming and coming over and over again. Sean held on, and then reached up and grabbed my hips and stopped me in mid air, tip and head inside, just starving for that shaft. He said he didn’t want to come just yet, and I needed to stop or he would. We stayed like that for 5 minutes. I know it was that long because I watched the hand on the clock beside the bed sweep by 5 times. That was the longest 5 minutes of my life.

Sean started to ease his clenching of my hips and told me I could start again, but I told him I had another idea. I popped up off him, slid back, and devoured that torpedo of a dick, allowing it to slide down my throat and what felt like into my belly. Sean gasped out that I had a velvet throat, and that no one had deep throated him like that before. I don’t know how I didn’t choke, but I wanted so desperately to swallow that cock with my mouth as I had with my pussy. I stroked up and down several times until I could really taste the precum filling the back of my throat. Sean reached down and tangled his fingers into my hair, but instead of jamming his cock deep into my throat, he pulled my head back up. He said he didn’t want to cum just yet, he wanted to make sure I had had my fill before he unloaded.

I know there is no statistical equation to compare cock size to amount of jism, but I felt pretty sure Sean was going to blow a good cup of spunk right down my waiting throat if I stroked him another time or two. Instead I went on to my next plan.

I pulled up off his cock, and I guess Sean thought I would just climb on again. I did, but not in the way he expected. I turned around reverse cowboy, and pressed back with my ass against his cock. I could feel that huge head pushing against my back door. Sean said he had never penetrated a woman anally before, that no one would allow it. That just made me want to all the more. I asked him if he had some lube, and he reached into a drawer for it. He told me most women needed the lube just to take most of him, but that once he started pumping they stretched out, but that I had gotten tighter as we fucked. He told me that my pussy and I were incredible.

I told Sean to lube up his cock more than even when he usually fucked, and to lube up my asshole. He complied. I let him get his thumb good and gooey, and then I started to push back against it. I pushed and he held still, and just like with the fucking, soon I was taking that thumb up my even tighter asshole. Sean’s thumb was the size of some cocks I have had.

Sean assured me I didn’t have to do this, and that he didn’t have any expectations. When I was good and lubed up, I told him to put the tip against my puckered hole. And then I just let nature and gravity take its course. I leaned back against him, and soon he was spreading my sphincter and entering me. I could feel the tip slipping in, and then the head filling my tight end. Sean reached up and wrapped those strong hands around my waist and stopped me mid air. He said he didn’t want to hurt me and that as a nurse I must know that this wasn’t going to work. I assured him it would without telling him that as a doctor I knew that in theory it would work, and that as a woman I wanted his cock up my ass more than any other man’s before. Also what Sean didn’t know was that in the time we were together you would never fuck my ass even with your very average sized cock, and that you wouldn’t even finger my ass. For a doctor, you have a lot of hang ups, Jake Williams, and ass is the biggest one. So somehow taking even half that foot-long up my ass was going to be what I needed in order to go on in life. And as much as I wanted in theory to take the whole damn thing up my puckered asshole, and to ride it like I did when you were in my clenched pussy, I knew that I may only be able to take half and that would still make me the most amazing woman Sean had ever fucked.

And so I repeated what had worked to get that humongous dick into my pussy to get it into my ass. I straddled Sean high, and sat back. I breathed deeply, bore down, and pushed, then let gravity take over. In slid the tip, and then one breath later, the entire head. I felt like I was being split in two. Sean started moaning more deeply than ever, and instinctively reached up to my hips to stop me. I put my hands on his and gently but insistently removed them, allowing myself to sit back on him further. Slowly, slowly, slowly, his dick pushed into my puckered asshole. I was splitting in half. I took Sean’s hands and placed them under my buttocks, and helped him ease me open, ass gaping me to take more. He kept whispering how no woman had ever agreed to do this, how he had never dreamed one would, and how he couldn’t believe I was so methodically letting him fuck my ass. I could barely hear him as the blood was rushing in my ears. There was a sensation of pain, but only mildly, as the sensation of being filled and being filled in my ass like this was incredible. I felt more like a woman than I have ever in my life.

I could have stopped then and there, and been satisfied, but suddenly I wanted to be more than satisfied, I wanted to be fulfilled. I decided I had to have that entire telephone pole of a cock in my ass. By this time Sean was whimpering, and I think maybe even crying. He was moaning over and over how this was the most incredible experience of his life, how he had never felt anything better, how he couldn’t believe anyone would do this, and how I must be an angel to allow him to pleasure himself this way. He had no idea how he was pleasuring me. I like anal sex, and I can fuck with the best of them, but I have never been ass gaped like this. I felt like my body was separating right down the middle and yet tied together by magic. It was truly a spiritual experience. I wanted to know where this man had been all my life. I’ve had my share of cock, and big cock at that, and a couple of 10″ cocks, but 12″ of man in my pussy, then throat, and then ass was a story I wasn’t sure anyone would believe.

I was cumming now as the cock was so far up inside me that it had to be stimulating my g spot from the other side. I was pushing and twisting and moaning, and Sean seemed like he was trying to hold back from thrusting. I called out his name and I told him to fuck me, to thrust now, right now, and to cum. And that is just what he did. He pushed up into me, then took hold of my hips, and started riding me up and down on that maypole, jamming all 12″ into my ass. And then he started to cum, jism gushing from out of his loins, spurting like a geyser into my asshole. He stroked me a few more times, and then I thought he was out of breath panting, but I realized he was sobbing. I could feel the jism seeping out of my tight sphincter, running down the back of my legs, pooling on his belly.

I had to climb up off that cock, as even after he came, he was well over 8″ and not flaccid enough to slip out. Sean pulled me to him, cuddled me close, and began stroking my face softly. I glanced over at his face and indeed he had been crying, tears rolling down his cheeks. He kept calling me angel, saying this was a gift he could never have imagined receiving, and that it was a miracle we had come together. He fell asleep mumbling these things, me held like a doll in his strong arms.

In the morning I awoke to the smell of breakfast. Sean had scrambled eggs and fried bacon, and brought these to me in bed. I remember making you breakfast in bed, and you complaining that I hadn’t buttered the toast the way you liked it. Honestly Jake, you are an asshole.

Sean and I chit chatted for a few minutes, but the topic returned to college. He asked if I thought he could finish. I assured him he could. He wondered what he could do about tutoring. I suggested he contact your alma mater and ask about scholarships, tutoring, anything he was concerned about. I told him if he had questions, I’d be happy to help him. I promised to leave him my contact information. I noticed it was after 9, and I needed to get back to the conference. While Sean was cleaning up the kitchen, I asked about the pictures. He told me he had lost track of you. I took out a business card of mine, wrote my personal cell and email on the back, and jotted down your cell phone from memory. I also wrote down your alias on Facebook.

Sean insisted on walking me to my car. We kissed passionately, but sweetly leaning against the Coralla, then I slipped my business card with all the information for both of us on it into his back pocket, clicked the key fob to unlock the Jaguar, and leaned over to open the XJ6′s door. Sean looked a little sheepish. He remarked this was a pretty nice car for a nurse. I told him I hadn’t been truthful and that I was a doctor, but that I really did want to keep in touch and know about his college progress. I tapped his back pocket and told him all the contact information he needed for me was on it. I figured the cell and email for you would be an added treat, and I didn’t want to explain how I had those.

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