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Electronic Erotica - 2 (assorted stories)

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A LETTER FROM THE EDITOR

This is only the second issue of eEros, and already I've put one out late.
I intended to get this issue out in time for Valentine's Day, but other
commitments precluded that.  This issue includes a story which I received,
but didn't respond to soon enough, so it was posted to alt.sex, but in
order to increase its chances of being saved, I'm still including it in
this issue as I initially planned.

A note about the eEros "mailing list".  THERE IS NO SUCH THING!  Sorry,
but I've more than enough to handle just collecting material for an issue
and posting it to alt.sex.  I simply don't have the time to maintain a
mailing list as well.  For those of you who's requested that I add you
to this list, please consider this a response.

To my one heckler so far... I wish you had submitted your "parody" directly
to eEros.  I would have published it.  I have a sense of humor :-)

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                   A Man's Fantasy About Two Women

                          by Mark O. Zorro


I have been thinking much about Dianne lately.  You see, she is a very
beautiful single woman, very open sexually, and very caring for others
(it is difficult for a man, and some women, to resist such a
combination).  I met her several months ago - of all places - in the
waiting room of my dentist, where she shared with me her business
(which is of no relevance to this story).  My wife, Kristin, and I
decided a few weeks later to join her business venture, and because of
this association we have since developed a very close friendship with
Dianne.

Kristin apparently has also of late been thinking a lot about Dianne.
The signs are obvious - daily phone calls, visits to her apartment, her
name being brought up in our conversation, etc.  Last week, Dianne and
Kristin went backpacking by themselves to the local wilderness area
while I kept our two kids at home (it is important for my wife, a
financial planner, to get away from the daily grind and enjoy her
friends apart from me)....

Last Friday, Dianne called me up and wanted me to meet her for lunch at
our favorite restaurant.  After a light lunch with some equally light
but strangely forced conversation, Dianne looked into my eyes with a
look that I've never seen before, a look of fear combined with a look
of desire, and asked, "Mark, it is difficult for me to say this, but I
have fallen in love with both you and Kristin." I didn't know how to
respond to this.  On the one hand, my sexual desire for her was burning
bright, and I got excited about what was soon to transpire, yet her
simultaneous love for my wife confused, scared, and intrigued me.  What
could I say? I looked at her for a moment, and without thinking I said
"Does Kristin know your feelings for her? As far as I know, Kristin is
straight, and has never in our relationship stated anything to the
contrary. All I know is that my desire for you is very strong, and that
I have wanted for several weeks to make love to you." "I know about
your feelings for me," Dianne replied, "I could see it in your actions,
in your words, and in your eyes.  And my feelings for you are just as
strong.  Kristin knows about my love for her and for you, and she is in
love with me as she is in love with you.  It was during our backpacking
trip that we expressed our love for one another." I didn't know what to
think, I was really confused by my feelings.  "But why are you telling
me this? What do you want from me if you and Kristin are lovers?", I
asked.

Dianne replied, "Kristin wanted me to tell you these things if I felt
from our conversation that it would not damage your marriage
relationship - she wants me to tell you that she still loves you
deeply.  She has known for awhile that you were infatuated with me.
You know, women can see these things.  I desire you so much and I want
to make love to you.  Let's go back to my apartment and there we can
enjoy one another and talk more about this crazy situation."

Making love to Dianne that afternoon was heavenly.  Her body, though
short, was well proportioned, more like a 21 year old rather than her
real age of 35.  Her breasts were not large, and not small, but were of
the right size, firm and did not sag one bit - taking her brassiere
off, which was a low-cut front snap design, was an experience I'll
never forget.  When I cupped her breasts in my smallish hands, I wished
that I could become her brassiere so I could cup her breasts all day.
And Dianne was sexually free, boy, was she free.  She was even more
open about her sexuality than Kristin, and Kristin has always been a
tiger in bed.

What was even more surprising to me was that my sexual excitement was
greatest whenever I fantasized my wife Kristin making love to Dianne
while I was watching.  In these fantasies, Kristin and Dianne totally
shared their bodies - there was no inhibition of any kind.  The number
69 appeared often in my mind.  And I imagined my throbbing, erect penis
being inside Dianne's vagina from the rear, while Kristin, my beautiful
wife, was in front massaging Dianne's clitoris and sucking on her
breasts, and that Dianne was massaging Kristin's swollen clitoris.  And
I imagined that we all came to orgasm at the same time this way.  What
a fantasy!

After one hour of sheer erotic sex (I have never made love to a woman
who could have several strong orgasms in a row like Dianne could), we
lay together exhausted.  I asked Dianne, "When did you and Kristin
first make love?" She said, "During our backpacking trip.  It was cold,
and we were close to each other in our sleeping bags.  And we just
talked, and slowly we got closer, more intimate, touched each other
more, and finally we were making love. Kristin said to me afterwards
that that was the first time she ever had sex with a woman.  She never
consciously realized before that she was bisexual, although she said
that she recalled having strong feelings for other women before.  Her
greatest fear was that you would reject her for being bisexual and for
making love to me."

I said, "If she made love to a man, I would have been jealous and a
little angry - I'm sounding a little hypocritical here - but the
thought of her making love to another woman, especially you, excites
me, and I don't know why.  Maybe most men would be turned off and very
angry if they were faced with this situation, but I'm not.  I really
would like to watch you and Kristin make love and I want to share in
your lovemaking, for I want Kristin to be happy and I know that you and
I can sexually fulfill her in ways that I cannot alone." Dianne smiled,
hugged me, gave me a dreamy kiss, and said "I would like that. I love
you.  And tell Kristin when you see her that I love her, too."

When I came home in the evening, it was, suffice to say, a very unusual
conversation.  I told Kristin that I was with Dianne that afternoon,
that we made love, that I knew about Kristin's love affair with Dianne,
that I am not angry or jealous, that I loved both of you, and that I
would like all three of us to make love to one another.  Kristin was
quite taken aback by what I said, but she quickly recovered with a look
of anticipation and desire that I have never seen in her before.
Kristin then said, "Let's send the kids to my mother's for the weekend,
I'll think of a good excuse, and invite Dianne to stay with us." I
agreed to this, we called Dianne, she readily agreed and we were all
excited.  Needless to say Kristin and I made passionate love that
evening and we later talked very openly about the different ways we
could make love together with Dianne.

...Watching two passionate women, who love each other, mutually gratify
their sexual desires is something that every man should see - and I'm
not talking about those loveless scenes one sees in most X-rated films.
Men can learn an awful lot about how to please a woman sexually by
watching how a woman does it to another woman.  After all, who knows
more about a woman than another woman?...

Kristin and Dianne were obviously very much in love with each other.
You could feel the passionate heat they generated even before they
touched each other. They made me sit in a chair while I watched them in
bed.  They each wore a negligee, and I could see the outlines of their
breasts and of their black triangle of hair where female sexuality
resides.  They obviously loved the way they were dressed, since they
looked at each other just as I was looking at them.  They started with
slow kisses, which became more passionate as time went on - it seemed
like an eternity.  Their hands, which started out being fixed on each
others back, became more and more mobile.  There was no part of their
bodies that their hands did not touch.  Kristin, my beautiful wife, was
gasping at every caress given by Dianne.  Dianne, being very turned on
by now, loosened Kristin's negligee and took it off, gloriously
revealing Kristin's body to both of us.  "Your breasts are so
beautiful," Dianne said, "please let me kiss them." Kristin pulled
Dianne's head to her breasts and moaned "more" as Dianne eagerly yet
tenderly licked them.

Dianne then broke the kisses, got on her back, and told Kristin, who
was sitting upright on her knees, to move forward until her vulva was
near Dianne's mouth, as she has done for me several times.  Dianne
eagerly thrust out her tongue to Kristin's moist clitoris, and licked
and kissed and sucked it in a way I've never done for Kristin before.
You could see Kristin's body slowly swaying, like a pendulum, which
started to speed up as Dianne speeded up her tongue motion.  Then, in a
frantic way that I have never heard Kristin say, she said, "Please...
more." At that moment, Dianne inserted one finger into Kristin's vagina
and another finger from the other hand into her anus and began to
earnestly and rhythmically bring her down the home stretch with her
tongue and lips and fingers.  Kristin exploded into a orgasm that I
have never seen in any woman before, even Dianne on Friday.  She gasped
and fell limp on the bed, exhausted, and content.  I was in awe.

As Dianne was slowly caressing Kristin during her short time of
recovery, my passion arose to a height I've never felt before.  I
walked over to the bed, took my clothes off (so I could relieve the
pressure of my super-erect penis) and got on the bed next to Dianne and
started to kiss her.  I helped Dianne take off her negligee, revealing
her beautiful breasts with very hard and erect nipples; I could feel
the animal heat emanate from her vagina, begging for satisfaction.  She
then took hold of my very hard penis and began to rub it firmly, and
then went down on me and began to lick and suck it.  I could feel the
moistness around her mouth, no doubt from Kristin's vaginal juices.
Dianne then completely inserted my penis into her mouth as far as it
could go and really began to suck.  It was a beautiful experience.  As
I approached an explosive orgasm, but before it was too late, she let
go of my penis, leaned back on the bed, with her beautiful breasts
pointing majestically upward, and begged Kristin to come down on her.

Kristin, whose passion was beginning to come back again, got on her
hands and knees and began to lick Dianne's clitoris with her tongue.
Kristin, being very flexible, had no trouble with this position.
Kristin's super-swollen vulva revealed itself to me in all its splendor
in this position, which I could not resist; I entered Kristin from the
rear, reached around her to massage her swollen and moist clitoris and
her erect nipples.  When I did this, my wife began to moan, and
increased her tempo on Dianne.  Dianne began to moan wildly, too, and
Kristin reached up to cup Dianne's breast and knead them vigorously.
For one minute this went on, and as I approached ejaculation, Kristin
sensed that, quickened the pace, and brought Dianne closer to ecstasy.
We all reached climax at about the same time.  My orgasm was the most
intense I have ever experienced.  I felt as if I filled Kristin up to
the brim.

This did not end here.  Kristin continued her oral caress on Dianne's
clitoris in the most loving, tender, and yet vigorous manner, and from
this very delicious stimulus, Dianne had four more orgasms in the next
few minutes; each orgasm was more intense than the previous one.  Her
last orgasm was so intense and obviously so pleasurable that Kristin
broke down and cried for Dianne in happiness.  We all then fell into a
long and dreamy sleep, snuggling close together, to recharge for
another round several hours later (I'll spare you the details of our
subsequent lovemaking, except that it was even better).

Many would say that nothing good could ever result from a bisexual
menage a trois such as ours; however, Kristin's and my love for each
other was enhanced by this experience (which, by the way, never
happened again with Dianne, for reasons that will remain unsaid to the
outside world).  I also learned how to become a better lover to
Kristin, since my teachers were two beautiful women who passionately
loved one another and understood one another in ways that men can never
fathom.

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                        Happy Valentine's Day!

     It's valentine's day. You've arrived after having a rough day out 
in the real world.  You've brought me a long stem red rose and look
forward to a romantic evening.  Cum into the bedroom.  You'll find 
the room bathed in soft candle light.  I'm laying between the silky
sheets.  As I see you, I rise to a sitting position, still wrapped in 
the sheets.  I pour you a glass of chilled champagne...I've already
had a glass and am, perhaps, a mite giggly. You take a few sips and
loosen your clothing as you sit on the bed.  Then you notice the small
candy hearts I'm wearing on my cheeks.  You laugh and take a longer
draught of champagne.  I sip a little champagne...then tongue the 
glass as I look wantonly at your body.  "The hearts are just attached
with frosting...eat them", say I.  You nibble at my cheeks while I 
begin to remove some of your clothes.  Then I push my hair back so
you can see the tiny cinnamon hearts on my ears.  Ah, yes...I like the 
way you're licking them off.  Shivers run down my spine as you search 
my neck with your tongue, but you do not find any there.  Your hunger
is growing...you pull the sheet off my shoulders and reveal my
arching breasts....They are decorated with little spirals of frosting
leading to a heart at each tip.  You take your time licking the frosting.
I'm squirming now trying to center my tit in your mouth...begging
you to nibble the heart off.  Instead you back off and sip some more
champagne...the pause is excruciating...I want your attention again.

    I deftly open your belt and zipper exposing a swollen lolipop...
I add a little frosting and begin to lick it off...I've got your
attention now.  I slowly and lightly flick my tongue down your shaft,
I mouth, in turn, each of your delectable balls.  You have fallen back
across the bed and I finish undressing you...still teasing your love
zone with my tongue...but never taking you into my mouth...even though
you beg.  Now, I sip a bit of champagne.

    You try to pull me back down, but I just smile wickedly and circle
my breasts with the glass.  You are obliging and seem to enjoy your tasks
as you nibble each heart off my tits.  Even though you have licked off 
all the frosting you suck each tit till I tremble and moan.  As I 
arch my back in pleasure your tongue travels to the heart in my navel
and you eat that too....darting your tongue in and out of my navel
as I fall back on the bed, my bush exposed and arched towards you,
newly shaved into a heart for you.  There is one last heart on my
clit...it says, simply, "eat me". 
  
    But you are thirsty and ask for more chanpagne instead.  I grab
the bottle first and pour some out...into my bush and my slit...
It tickes me as it bubbles on my lips and I giggle.  You bend down
and begin to suck out the drink and my giggles turn to moans of 
pleasure.  Your tongue is flicking lightly across my clit and I
feel myself soaring higher and higher till my body bursts in pleasure.

    You take a sip of champagne and offer me the glass.  I wet my tongue
as you lay back and I see your swollen want arched and waiting.  I 
dribble the rest of the champange over your groin and enjoy it mixed
with you musk and your precum juices. I am crouched between your open
legs looking occaasionally into your feverish eyes.  I raise my tits
and capture your hardness between them.  Your head juts out from my cleavage
as I rub my nipples against your balls and groin.  My tongue flicks out to 
taste your cock...My mouth gets closer to your cock with each flick of my
tongue.  I am finally in position to take your succulent organ deep into 
my mouth...tasting and feeling your excitement.  I hear you groan as
I slide my tongue around your shaft and suck you deeper and deeper.

     You are almost ready to cum when I kiss your tip and stop.  I slide 
up your body tonguing your navel and nipples.  I give you a very wet 
sloppy kiss and lower my cunt over your cock.  I rise to a near sitting
position, back arched from the pleasure your fullness gives me.  I can 
feel your hard cock rubbing against my sensitive clit as I move up
and down on your shaft.  Our eyes are feverish as we fuck together.
You squeeze my tits with your hands for a few moments but stop as
all your being concentrates on our shared pleasure as we climb together.
You feel my whole body trembling and, you release too, in three deep
thrusts.  I fall upon your chest still feeling your warmth within
me.  We continue to enjoy pleasing each other with small squeezes
and thrusts as our pleasure settles slowly over us.  It is such
a complete and satisfying feeling, making love with you!

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			THE MEETING (part 2)

It's the middle of the night and I wake up. The hum of my 
watch on the bedstand grabs my attention.

"Holy shit... It's after 3 o'clock and I need to be half way
across town by 8. Jeez, I'm gonna look like a bum with those
wrinkled clothes... Got to get some fresh duds and a shower."

I notice the smell of you on my fingers. I put my hand to my nose
and briefly feel a minor swelling below my waist. The feeling passes
but not the smell.

"The cabbie is going to love me smelling like this. Hope he doesn't
try to take me home with him..."

I stand naked next to the bed, looking down on your sleeping form.

"How I wish I could stay with you today. I haven't
felt this way about a woman in years. The hurt from the past seems
gone, yet may be lurking right around the corner again. Oh, God, I
hurt so badly inside yesterday and now it's all gone...but for how
long?"

Walking around to your side of the bed, I fumble around on the floor
picking up the entire pile of clothes - yours and mine. As I stand
up - arms full - you stir and begin to open your eyes.

Sleepily, you ask "What time is it?"

"Three" I whisper.

"Do you have to leave?"

As I answer a sheepish "Guess so," you slowly roll to the side of the
bed near where I'm standing.

I want to stay, but the ancient pain of lost love begins to rear
its ugly head in my mind.

My back is turned slightly toward the bed side.

Your hand slowly snakes out of the sheet and rubs my ass gently. I
feel the welling in my loins again as you move your hand along the
crack of my ass and work it in to my balls. I spread my legs
slightly to give you better access.

"Turn around" you say.

There is nothing I can do...or say...my head heating up again.

You quickly pivot off the mattress and take my still somewhat soft
cock fully into your mouth. Sucking slowly, all the while running
the flat part of your tongue along the base, we both feel the blood
flow into it as it swiftly hardens under your expert touch. Slowly,
my cock reaches a point where it doesn't fit in your mouth anymore.

"Sit down" you mumble...

I sit on the edge of the bed as you kneel on the floor; never once
letting go of my throbbing cock. I drape my legs over your strong
shoulders and you slurp me up and down.

The feelings in my body coming much quicker than they did the night
before. You feel my hardness grow in your mouth. Quickly, you lick a
finger and roll it around my anus. I press downward on in and pull
the two halves of my butt apart to give you better access.

In no time, your index finger is buried up to the second knuckle as
you mouth and finger fuck me. The feelings, oh so strong now.

You can sense I'm near my end and you clamp down tightly with your
lips and lick furiously at the head of my cock. My mind begins to
explode as you tickle my balls with your one free hand. Shit, can it
ever stop!

I begin to lose control as I hear you moan for me to come inside of
you again. The first bit is on its way. A quick pulse and it's
yours; swiftly followed by larger and larger amounts. I can feel
your throat swallowing each drop as it makes its entrance. You
don't stop as you feverishly pump my cock for each bit of fluid. 

I'm spent, finished....

You say "No, I can't let you go. We'll call room service for
some breakfast later, but I want to have you and love you all day
long. This has been a long time in the making and it may not roll
around again, so I want to make the best of it. You're such a good
guy, too; how come nobody's latched onto you yet?"

A look of past concerns comes over my face - but just for a moment.
I roll back into bed; this time it is you who towel me off and
snuggle up to my back. You reach around to my still damp cock and
softly hold it in your knowing hand.

"Good nite again..."

No response....I'm asleep again...

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My cloudy mind awakens to the smell of fresh coffee; the radio
"...she couldn't wait another day for, the captain of her heart..."
Gazing toward the window, I see the bright yellow rays of the sun
coming through the crack between the curtain halves. Big
stretch... Hmmm, she's not there. "Wonder what the heck time it is
now. Damn, I feel good." Then I notice a cup of still steaming
coffee on the bedstand. "Smart lady," I think; I know. "She knows
more about me than I think. Just enough cream...."

Two pillows quickly go up against the head board and I reach down
for the cup. Reaching down, I pull the sheet up just enough to cover
my relaxed and happy cock; the hair extending down from by stomach
still very much insight. "Man, all those painful days on the belly
machine were worth it!"

After a few sips, my eyes begin to see the full room. "OK sport,
where's your damn jacket. Gotta call in and tell 'em I'll be late."
I fumble through the inside breast pocket and pull out my
appointment book. "Yeah, here we go."

"Hi, I won't be able to make today's session...
Excuse me? Yeah, I'll be OK. Must have been something I ate last
night. Thanks...I should see you tomorrow." Click...baaaaaaaaaa.
"Same to you asshole..."

The bathroom door is slightly ajar and I hear the sound of the
shower; the steam filtering the light from the overhead fixture. I
quietly open up the door. "Morning...."

"Oh hi," you say.."Sleep well?"

"Don't you know it."

"Oh, I know it. I know it all too well."

"Gotta tooth brush I can use?"

"It's on the counter top with my other things."

"Thanks!"

"Any time."

I begin brushing my teeth and think of you; naked, wet, soap
dripping down your body in waves. I begin to stir again.

"Whuhsdf kjsdakwe asdfjkl"

"I can't understand a word you're saying. Why don't you finish
getting rid of your morning-mouth first, OK?"

"Shursssdfaf"

I turn away from the sink and slowly walk to the tub; the tension
building as I approach the shower curtain. I slowly pull it back and
find you leaning up against the far wall. Your body is just as I
imagined; soapy, dripping, beautiful. The look on your face is one
of want then I notice your hands; one hand holding open your dark
pink pussy; the index finger of the other slowly rubbing your
clit; slowly, surely, knowingly.

Breathing heavily, you say "Oh God, I thought you'd never
finish brushing your damn teeth." Another deep breath. "Please...
come.....in.....here....with me......" Your tongue is feverish as it
licks at the outside of your lips. I quickly temper it with mine in
a long, deep passionate kiss. 

There is little time to waste as I see your eyes; glazed and caught
up in your own passion. I bend my knees slightly and quickly and
easily enter you from the front. Your hands don't move as I begin to
move deeply into your body; the angle between our bodies allows you
easy access to those areas you know oh so well.

I bend my shoulders toward you to kiss you again. One hand leaves
your crotch and snakes itself around my neck; I can't pull away from
your mouth; I don't want to! The other hand is still occupied with
its own bodily pleasure.

As with the night before, I feel your pussy tighten around my cock
as I pull and push its full length into your hot dripping cunt.
The water flowing over us; between us; adds to intense sensations
our bodies are sharing.

"I don't want this to ever stop. I want you. I love you."

"Babe, shutup and kiss me. Do you like having me inside of you?"

A slight "yes" escapes from you, mingled with a hard breath of air.

Your right hand is moving swiftly across the hard button between
your legs. I reach down and clamp my lips around an erect nipple and
begin sucking and nibbling it. As I make contact with it, I feel
another spasm in your pussy as you moan. Your hips move out and up
allowing, inviting, demanding me deeper into you.

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It feels good, the fresh woken feeling, the clean body, the
all-over attention. It had been tense, waking up and leaving you
to go to the shower. I was certain that you would sneak out
without saying goodbye, perhaps ashamed of our night and afraid to
face me. I hoped you would come into the bathroom, getting worked
up over the thought as I showered pensively. It takes me a long
time to wake up in the morning, first I stretched, then I looked
at the sunny ceiling for a long while, then I turned on my side
and rubbed your long back as you slept. Now, with the soap
running down me, I could barely keep my hands off myself thinking
of you stepping into the shower... mmmm... and now here you are,
hard against me, inside me, and it feels sooooo very nice, not
just making love to you again, but knowing I did allright, that
you stayed, that you wanted me again. 

Normally, I won't touch myself in front of anyone else, but I
wanted so badly to turn you on, and I knew if anything would get
you in that shower, that would... my eyes focus on your face. You
are adorable with wet hair, and suddenly that thought is banished
from my mind and I feel you thrust inside me. I quicken my
fingers and grip your back; I want us to come at the same time
again, I have to hurry... You kiss me at the base of the neck,
and as your lips touch my skin, hot shivers run up my spine. You
press me hard against the shower wall, my head under the spray of
the showerhead closes my eyes. All I can feel is you, hard inside
of me, and my own hand half pressed against you, half teasing my
clit. I can feel myself rising to that peak, inexorably I begin
the climb, and I gasp as I feel your cock, my hand, the shower,
the light, all of it begin to blend into one blinding ...
sensation. It hits, better than fireworks, stronger than
whiplash, and all I can feel is your strong hands gripping my
waist to keep me steady. I don't recall what I said, but your
smile when I open my eyes tells me I was not silent.

But you are still inside me, not relaxed, you have not come yet. 
I remember now this unutterably pleasant feeling; I am not quite
satisfied, there is you yet to deal with, and it feels good to set
my attention on you and how you feel to me. I begin to kiss you,
hard on the mouth, on your cheek, chin, an eyelid. You slow to
let me regain my bearings; I pull you roughly to me, forcing your
cock deep inside me and you breathe sharply. My cunt is still
throbbing from the memory of my orgasm and it feels very very good
when the muscles grip at you and I feel you grow rigid with
tension. Soon we are fucking hard; I hold my breath when I hear
you moan and you press into me one final time as you begin to
come. The thrusts then are slower, more deliberate, as I know you
are losing yourself in the same feeling you gave me just moments
earlier... 

Slowly, you stop, and I kiss you tenderly. The shower, long
forgotten, still soaks our heads, and I can feel your pulse inside
me, still a little strong, a little fast. I kiss the tip of your
nose. You start to laugh, and I give you a hug. The water begins
to wash us clean, and you slowly draw us apart. We shower each
other, taking care to handle those parts of us which hadn't yet
been touched, few as they were.

"I suppose you have to be getting back to your conference," I say,
trying not to sound disappointed.

"Well, I guess. Unless you'd like to spend the day with me. I
can't very well show my face; they think I have food poisoning." 
You wink.

As I turn off the shower and reach for the towel, I think about
what to do with our day. Go out? Or stay in? Hmmm...

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