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Subject: {ASSM} The Mediterranean Deal - 024
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http://stephanieseven.blogspot.com/

A few minutes later, Nadia reappeared. She carried a tray of pastries,
and two people came in her wake, a man and a woman. The woman wore a
miniskirt and a summer blouse, the man a light business suit, and they
contrasted sharply with the trio eating.

"Hey!" Melissa called. "You're back."

The man nodded. "And this is our guest. Melissa called me. She told me
all about you." He studied Stephanie and then extended a hand and
introduced himself. "Desfarges," he said.

"Monsieur Defarges," Stephanie answered, and introduced herself. She
gushed about how happy she was to be there, and he listened politely,
shedding his jacket and seating himself opposite Stephanie so that he
could watch her.

His companion seized the chance to introduce herself. "I'm Amanda,"
she said with a warm smile. "Glad to have you aboard." She unbuttoned
her blouse and slipped out of the skirt to reveal a bikini underneath.

"Is that the standard uniform on board?" Stephanie whispered.

"Uhuh," the woman confirmed. She seemed fine with the deal.

They ate the dessert, and then Melissa slipped away, returning soon
with espresso for each of them.

"You should let me do that," Stephanie protested.

"No, no. Desfarges wants to get to know you, I'm sure."

"But of course," the man said. "Tell me about yourself."

She giggled, and began to recount the story of a little girl from
South Carolina who had, by a series of adventures, ended up living in
a villa on a hillside in a Mediterranean town. She told the tale of
the rape frankly, though tearfully, and her words left open the idea
that this was not the first time she had been through such an
experience.

Eventually Desfarges rose and motioned to her to do the same. "Will
you accompany me inside?" he asked.

http://stephanieseven.blogspot.com/

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