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It was Friday night and Mark was enjoying some quiet time and a pleasingly sweet wine. Many thoughts crossed his mind but they were only momentary flights of fancy. He poured another glass of wine, and went to the computer to see if he had received a note from Kimberly.

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“Come closer.” She stood by the doorway, teetering slightly on the outsoles of her heels. Peering towards the corner, she made out the silhouette sitting casually in the leather sofa in the corner. Her eyes had not yet adjusted to the light, but the shaggy mane and the scent of clean musk were enough to tell her he had managed, yet again, to enter her home. She knew it was pointless to ask how. More important was why.

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