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Subject: {ASSM} And don't you know it (Mf nosex)
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Date: Sat, 19 Jun 2004 19:10:02 -0400
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And don't you know it!
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"You displayed many talents with your exploits last night," he grinned,
slipping on his jacket, adding with a reminiscent smile: "And don't you know
it!" 

Teresa grinned back at him for a moment, but then looked down towards the
table, concentrating on pouring out a cup of coffee. He stood next to her
silently, watching the steaming liquid slip into her china cup. 

She held the pot up for a while after the cup was full, listening out for the
chirrup of a bird that had been delighting her every morning for the past week.
It habitually perched out of sight just beyond the terrace of the little flat.
It must be hanging on the clematis vine, she decided, watching the mauve
flowers that reached up onto the balcony swaying slightly, even though there
was no breeze.     

"I wonder what I have really learnt from last night?" he wondered, reaching
down to touch her shoulder and squeeze her arm affectionately: "other than the
fact that you are a quite delightful bed companion, I have to say that you make
a fine cup of coffee."

"I thought you'd had your fill of me last night?"

"We have barely begun, sweetness."

"You have barely begun," she mimicked him archly, "but I may have already
finished."

"That is a matter of perspective," he complained. "I would be very disappointed
indeed if your 'may' became a reality." 

"I don't like one night stands either," she admitted with a shrug of her
shoulders, "but will your pandering to your prospective disappointment offset
the debts on my master card and visa?" 

She frowned and looked down at the amassed pile of bills on the breakfast
table.  It was rather rash of her to have spent all that money on the dress for
Saturday's party, but there again what was the point of having gentleman
friends if they couldn't be made to treat you once in a while.  

"You know very well that I'll look after you, young lady," he soothed her,
reaching out to stroke one finger lightly across the nape of her neck. "And you
also know that you certainly created a hard card in me." 
 
"I've never heard of that one before," she smirked, reaching out for a jug of
orange juice, "but that is hardly the point."
 
"It is my personal voucher."
 
"I hate to sound as if I am whining, but it don't think it will regenerate the
wild woods of my bank account alone now, will it?" She sighed, letting the
orange pour slowly into her glass and picking up a croissant from the
breadbasket on the table.  He smiled and picked up three of the bills and
perused the various charges quickly before slipping the bills into a pocket of
his jacket.
 
"Does that help, dearest?"

"It most certainly does secure me, you darling man."

"I felt quite secure last night, though you were extremely wild at times."
 
"That seems to be a contradiction in terms," Teresa giggled. 

"My terms can be very complimentary, as well you know."
 
"But can they be negotiated?"
 
"I've heard everything is negotiable, Teresa." 
 
"You have a very good grapevine."
 
"I tend it carefully."
 
"Then, you are a veritable horticulturalist, sir."
 
"Things grow with the right words and actions."
 
"So I had observed." 
 
"Show me where the slot is for me to swipe my growth," he leered, reaching out
to touch her through her sky blue shorts. 

"Hey, leave my slot alone!" 

"Then stop making me grow firmer and longer."
 
"I can't help it if my terrain pleases you," she blushed lightly.
 
"I may be inclined to climb you from behind in a moment."
 
"It was kind of you to tell me before you jumped me, but do let me finish my
breakfast first."

"I'd most certainly climb your round behind, Teresa."
 
"I'm sure you would," she simpered and took a demure sip of first her orange
juice and then the dregs of her coffee.  "Is that because it is there, like
Everest?"
 
"You exude such confidence, " he chuckled. "And though your arse is not
mountainous by any means, you do seem almost proud of your behind on
reflection!"
 
"Hardly as much as your vicarious pride in it, it seems to me."
 
"Then, why are you so sure I would climb it?"
 
"Because you said you certainly would; and a promise is a promise, sir."
 
"It is a conceit of mine that I have been waiting for you to show me your
treasured backside for some time."
 
"You really are adding value there, sir," she laughed. "And you may be waiting
some while longer this morning."

"Did I miss my opportunity, then?"

"It is true that you only had to turn me last night and you would have found
all those treasures that you now crave." 
 
"Adding is good..."
 
" --But multiplication is beyond you?"
 
"Mathematics is not my desire; your rear is."
 
"I do like a man with a singular goal in mind."
 
"You, with your feet spread wide and bent over, would be a fine goal to aim
for."
 
"Does the thought that others might enjoy such an image make you jealous then?"
 
 
"No, the thought makes me erect."
 
"So, that's my fault too now, is it?"
 
"You want the credit not the blame, I assume?"
 
"Do you plan to leave a deposit sir?"
 
"That is my point to a large degree."
 
"Your angle of elevation would seem indicate that, sir. Perhaps you need a cold
shower before you leave my rooms."
 
"Do you like the width of my probe?" He leered basely, pulling his flies open
and exposing himself as she sat at the breakfast table. 
 
"My! You are an immodest man, aren't you?" 

"No - just confidant."
 
"And is this the cause of your confidence?"  Teresa giggled as she let her hand
hover lightly above his virility, close enough for him to sense her presence,
without even making physical contact with his erection. "You certainly do seem
aroused."
 
"I am, but alas I must leave for work now," he sighed, tucking himself away
with some difficulty.
 
"Never mind."
  
"I do mind and I will return for further arousal later."
 
"Ooh! Promises; promises, sir."

"A promise is a promise, as you yourself said earlier."

"That I did, sir. How wise you are to remember all of my glib little words."

"A little bird tells me that you, young lady, are more of a tease than a
Teresa." 

And that bird could still be heard as he turned away from her, chirping away in
the near distance. He scowled for he didn't want to leave either of them: the
little creature perched on the vine of that flowering clematis beyond the
terrace; or the lovely little woman perched on the edge of her white metal
chair, happily quenching her thirst, but leaving his far from satisfied. 

Teresa smiled at his disappearing back, depositing her cup on the fleur-de-lis
pattern of the breakfast tablecloth.  Fair's fair: it was the little bird's
turn to listen now as Teresa began to chirrup her own thoughts quietly to
herself. 

Now that he was headed for the door, she was quite happy to look gleefully
after him. Why shouldn't she, for good measure, throw his words back at his
unsuspecting form with a certain low-key panache, so well suited to her soft
voice? Yes, why shouldn't she 'display her many talents', while he bankrolled
her financial indiscretions: 

"And, don't you know it, sir," she giggled, rising at last to get dressed.
"Don't you know it, indeed!"
T
Good women are never remembered in History 

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