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Subject: {ASSM} The Mediterranean Deal - 025  (MF)
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http://stephanieseven.blogspot.com/

Desfarges' cabin was spacious and plush, and he motioned her to
explore. There was a California-king bed, the largest television
screen Stephanie had ever seen, and two walk-in closets. En suite, she
found a bathroom with bidet, shower, and Jacuzzi.

"Wow," she said. It provoked a modest smile. "How does someone get all
this?"

"I used to be something in the city, as they say." He carried two
brandy glasses and a decanter to the bedside table and poured them
each a generous measure of the liquor. He handed her a glass.

She needed to maintain control, yet she was grateful for the drink.
Her mind was racing and her entire body was tingling now from the
effects of the aphrodisiac, which had steadily made its mark. Alcohol
was a depressant, which she needed just now.

"Melissa recounted your recent misfortunes," he said, and took a sip
of the brandy. "I'm very sorry to learn of them. If you are in need of
assistance, I will be glad to offer it. But tell me, why do you want
to join my crew? This is not entirely clear to me."

She cleared her throat. "I came to France because I thought it would
be fun. It wasn't. But I'm here, and Melissa helped me, and the deal
she told me about sounded like a good one." She set her drink down.
"Look, I know what guys want! I'm not stupid! I'm OK with it. I just
don't want to be abused."

There was a pause, and she realized that he could be entirely
inscrutable when he wished. Then he smiled gently. "I understand." He
reached toward her and unfastened her bikini top. He pushed her gently
backward and relieved her of the lower portion of the outfit too. Then
he studied her at length, lying back on the quilt.

"You are very beautiful," he told her.

"Thank you."

"Whoever inflicted those bruises was not a nice person."

"No," she agreed.

He sipped his drink, swishing the digestif around his palate.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, as one who is uncertain of her
position.

He considered the question. "Something exciting."

http://stephanieseven.blogspot.com/

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