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Every time he saw her, he got a hard-on. She seemed oblivious to his discomfort. Probably because the table always hid it from view. He'd been coming to this diner every Tuesday and Friday for 18 months. It was clean and the staff was friendly. And the fact that they had free wireless Internet for their customers drew a faithful breakfast and lunch crowd.

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It was a stormy night in Atlanta. My bones rattled with chills as I struggled through sheets of rain that slapped against my body. My thin windbreaker failed it's only job, as I felt the dampness soak into my clothes which sucked onto my skin. It was a terrible night, but this struggle of the elements was worth it. For tonight, I would meet my angel, and nothing would warm my drenched body more than her embrace.

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He'd picked his target carefully. She worked in a small diner just out of town, and in the middle of the afternoon there were rarely any customers there. The only people who would be present would be another couple of waitresses hanging around for the afternoon rush to start and the cook. A judicious visit to discuss the matter with them, a little tip to make them ignore what was happening and he'd be right.

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Monday was an uneventful day. I went to work, came home, and relaxed with Sandy. No mention was made of the events from the previous day. We went to bed and drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. I was totally surprised by what was awaiting me at home on Tuesday. "Baby, I'm home." I yelled that Tuesday afternoon.

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