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I swirled the dark red liquid around the bell of the glass then brought it to my lips. My eyes looking over the edge at her sitting across from me. Her long brown hair looked baby soft as she pushed it over her shoulder, smiling as she raised her own glass in a silent toast to me before she drank deeply.

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You and I take a trip to St Petersburg. It is fall there, the summer nearly over. The air is cool with a crisp "snap" to it. We spent all day wandering around the Hermitage. I am suffering from museum overload, so tonight we plan to have a good dinner, relax and soak up some of the atmosphere in Pietari's.

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It was just another Friday. Katie sat at the desk near the front door of the gallery, IMing with a "Master wannabe." Bored, she played along with his demands to play with her clit. A little self-pleasure was better than sitting and doing nothing. After a few minutes, Katie looked up and noticed someone heading towards the front door.

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"Thanks for coming early with me, sweetie," I said. We were standing on the balcony overlooking the enormous atrium of the National Art Museum. Stephen smiled. "You know why I did," he said as he watched the male servers in their tight black uniforms below us. I patted his arm and smiled. "Whatever works for you."

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