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Subject: {ASSM} {EZ}{Flash} Brandy
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Flash fiction is 300 words or less.
This is my story. Don't use it without permission.
Copyright 2002, 2003 by E. Z. Riter (ezriter@hotmail.com)
BRANDY
By Ezra Zane (Edited by Ruthie)
Brandy and I were naked on my bed, resting from one fuck and thinking about
another. She lay the book she was reading face down on her belly.
"Sweetheart, I want to talk about our marriage," she said.
"All right."
"Are we going to be wife swappers?"
"Hell, no," I barked. I sat cross-legged and glared down at her.
"Can I have affairs?" she asked.
"Hell, no."
"Are you going to have them?"
She was setting a trap. There was something she wanted or something she
knew. She was sixteen, but she was smart and shrewd as well as built, with
the savvy of a woman nearing forty. She was the one who discovered she could
legally marry at sixteen with her parents' permission. We met with them and
they agreed after a long conservation she had with her mother. We were being
married in three weeks. Neither of us saw any reason to wait until the
wedding night to consummate our love.
"Why do you ask?"
She grinned. "I know about Amelia Sims and the preacher's wife and the
others. I like detective work." I didn't say a word. "I know you're the
neighborhood stud, but I want you to end the affairs. Please. For me."
"Of course."
"Except one. You know which one. We needed her permission and she demanded
your affair continue, so I agreed."
"You're kidding me," I exclaimed.
"No," she said. The devil sparkled in her eyes.
"Jesus! What else did you agree to?"
Brandy smiled naughtily and picked up her book. She started reading again.
The End
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