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From: Love Pirate <buckaneer@my-deja.com>
Subject: {ASSM} An Early Call, The Call MF 6/7
Date: Wed, 31 Jan 2001 09:10:03 -0500
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This story is an original work of fiction. It in no way resembles any
persons living or deceased. It is purely a work of fantasy and is
intended for the use of adults only. If you are under the age of 18, or
are prohibited by law to have access to such materials, please stop
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Love Pirate
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Chapter Five, The Call

	We were awakened by the alarm clock. Six thirty. We were both
on our backs, arms extended towards each other. Our fingers touched,
she swung around over me and with no hesitation slid herself down over
my morning erection. She bounced on me deeper and deeper, yet so sweet
and languid. I extended my hand towards her button, flipped it
repeatedly, and she came, again and again and again and finally I
joined her in cumming. Seven orgasms for me in less than 24 hours.
Clearly we were incredible sexual partners for each other. As she
dismounted she whispered to me, "The girls of River City better watch
out for you." It was a great compliment, deeply appreciated. I had
curled on my left side and she moved around and lay next to me, in the
spoon position. We basked in the afterglow, not wanting to move from
the bed or each other.
	Then the phone rang. She moved to it and picked it up. It was
6:55, a little early for a breakfast call from her friends, but what
the heck. Gerri sat up on the bed with her back to me and after a few
words at the beginning just listened. After a while I asked her "Are we
meeting them for breakfast?" Gerri waved her right hand at me in a
clearly dismissing way, so I made my way to the bathroom, brushed my
teeth, showered quickly and started back to the bedroom to change for
my flight and the day. I remember reminding myself to get Gerri's
address and phone number.
	Gerri was unmoving, sitting on the bed. The phone was on the
hook. I walked around to look at her. She had the strangest expression
on her face, of utter surprise and what might be shock. "Gerri, what
happened?" "The doctor I told you about, the psychiatrist, he phoned.
He left his wife last night. He got my whereabouts from my assistant.
He wants me to come live with him and to marry him when his divorce is
final. I told him 'yes.'"
	There I stood, towel around an otherwise naked waist, listening
to my incredible lover of one night tell me that she was going to live
with another man. All kinds of questions bubbled up in my mind. "What
about us?" "Can I see you again?" "How can you leave what we just had?"
Although I was almost bursting, the questions stayed unvocalized. All I
said was "Congratulations!" I wanted to go over to her to give her a
little kiss, but as I began to move I saw the look in her eyes. Her
mind was in another place. I had become part of the furniture of her
former life, pretty much a non-person. It hurt, but I knew better than
to protest.
	I dressed quickly, threw what toilet articles I had used back
into my already packed luggage and prepared to exit the room. Gerri had
also begun frantic activity in preparation to leave. In order to give
her notice that I was going and the door would be open briefly I called
out "Goodbye, Gerri." She turned to me in surprise, as if unaware that
there had been another person in the room. "Bye," she said. I opened
the door, hauled my luggage through it and closed it. The night was
over and a new day had begun.


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