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This story is erotic fiction.   It is intended solely
for the private enjoyment of the audience.  Any
resemblance to actual people or situations is purely
coincidental.  Further distribution without the
express permission of the commissioner is prohibited.
No animals were harmed writing this story.  As always,
constructive feedback is welcome.

Enjoy

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	Roger and Sarah sat on the Acela to New York,
studying images on her lap top computer. 	Roger said,
"These look more like an S & M magazine than a high 
fashion sheet like Harper's Bazaar or Vanity Fair."
	"Then you haven't seen what passes as fashion
photography, lately,"  she replied.
	"These must appeal to a woman's obscure S & M
fantasy."
	"These fantasies are less obscure than you might
think.   These dominate the women's erotica section at
mainstream bookstores like Border's or Barnes and
Nobel.  I think the appeal is genuine.   Their
preferred brand name is Rape, because it is out on the
edge.  The other brand names, like Violation or
Submission are available if  Rape is too much."
	"Do you think women want to get raped?"
	"In real life, of course not.   But as fantasy, they
like feeling dominated by a strong handsome male, who
takes responsibility for her pleasure."
	"So women who have those fantasies will buy the
perfume?"
	"That's our job to find out.  Perfume is all about
fantasy.  People buy it for their image, not their
aroma.  That is why you have brands called Opium or
Obsession.  No one thinks that if you buy Opium you
are going to get hooked on heroin.  It's just an
allure."
	"Do  you wear a lot of perfume?"
	"No."
	They were looking at advertising illustrations for a
new perfume they were supposed to study.   The photos
featured a semi-undressed woman laying on the ground,
her face distorted in sexual ecstasy, while a leering
man leaned over her.  The photos differed by the race
of the woman,  whether her breasts were partially or
completely exposed, and whether she appeared to be
bound.  Half included the tag line, `Just Lay Back and
Enjoy It'.   They were on their way to New York to
deliver a formal proposal to copy test the ads. 
	When they arrived at Penn Station, they took a cab to
Federated Fragrances, on Madison Avenue.    They were
met by Lisa, the Senior Brand Manager, and Patrick,
the Creative Director for the ad agency.  It was
Patrick who developed the copy, the illustrations, and
the tag lines.  
	"Welcome to New York.  Do you have a pleasant
flight?"  asked Lisa.  
	Roger replied, "We took the train.  We just live in
Philadelphia.  Is everything all set for the
presentation?"
	"Yes.  If you have a computer slide show, you can
load your disks,"  Patrick said.
	As they walked to the conference room, Roger said," I
have a few questions before we get started.   First
what is the copyright status of these brand names?"
	"Our lawyers are looking into it," Lisa replied.
	"Second, what kind of demographic are you looking
for?   Certainly you don't want hookers.  We want to
know how to target in our research."
	"The modern urban sophisticate, age 18 to 35.  We
want to appeal to their sense of adventure and risk."
	She was describing herself ten   or  fifteen years
earlier.
	"Do you think you are going to get protests from
feminists or Woman Against Rape?"
	"We hope we do.   It would be wonderful free
publicity.  But seriously, we feel that people buy and
wear these perfumes of their own free will and are not
asking to be raped."
	Roger had a chance to look Lisa over.    She was
about five and a half feet tall, with  short brown
hair.  She appeared to be younger than her actual 41
years, because she dieted and worked out rigorously. 
Her  breasts  sagged slightly but still fit her a
tight figure.  She wore too much makeup,  and her
dress displayed too much of her chest, for a
professional business woman.    She was actually a
year older than Roger, although neither of them knew
that.   
	Sarah also appraised Patrick.  He was extremely
handsome,  almost pretty, with a fine, chiseled face. 
He was dressed in a tight European double breasted
suit, with a blue shirt and bold tie.  He looked so
good, Sarah wondered if he might prefer men to women. 
He had the kind of charismatic intensity that could
make a vulnerable woman do anything he asked.   Sarah
wondered if she would be vulnerable to him.  
	They entered the conference room, and Sarah loaded
her presentation to the computer.   The presentation
was attended by about a dozen people, most of whom
Roger and Sarah knew by phone, but had never met in
person.   
	Lisa introduced Roger and Sarah as one of  two
finalists to make a presentation for research into
their innovative perfume line.  
	Roger then stood and said, "I want to thank Lisa and
Federated Fragrances for allowing us to present to you
our final proposal.  We are one of America's leading
firms in copy and brand research, with over seventeen
years experience working  for America's top consumer
companies.  I want to present Sarah Levy, the senior
project director who will have overall responsibility
for successful completion of this project."
	Sarah keyed up the computer and began the
presentation.  Although she was an experienced
researcher, she was slightly nervous talking to the
brand and advertising managers.  She wore a
conservative pants suit,  with beige button down
blouse, and a narrow gold necklace. 
She spent forty minutes on the details of her
proposal, taking questions along the way.  
	She summarized, "As you can see, we are proposing a
three phase project.   Phase one will be eight focus
groups,  two in each of four cities,  to probe how
women feel about perfume and how it relates to their
sexual fantasies.    These will be conducted by
experienced local moderators in upscale urban malls or
department stores, such as Westgate in San Francisco. 

	Phase two will include exposure to the advertising
and copy in one-on-one interviews in the same malls. 
Potential customers will be exposed to variations of
the ads,  varying the models, copy and tag lines.   We
will use eye tracking technology to determine which
parts of the ads attract attention, and how the eye
moves over the copy.   There are too many examples to
investigate all combinations, but every treatment will
be exposed to every customer.  We will rate which copy
treatments lead to the greatest interest in buying the
perfume.
	Finally, we will place examples of the product with
potential consumers.  We will rate how it performed,
how they expected it to perform, and any problems or
experiences they had with the product.   Our
experience has been that this is vital for discovering
 new consumer benefits for the product, which can be
incorporated in subsequent advertising."
	Roger then concluded with a discussion of timing and
fees.
	Lisa asked, "We want to hit the market around
Halloween, to take advantage of the costume party
market.  Is there any chance we could complete all
three phases by then?"
	Lisa replied, "If we do them in sequence,  it would
take about five months.   That would be tight.  I
don't want to promise a complete job by the end of
September, in time for you to do your ad campaigns."
	"Could we do phases one and two simultaneously?  some
one asked.	
	"Yes we could , but then we would not be able to
incorporated the learning from phase one into the
copy."
	When it was over, every body congratulated Roger and
Sarah for an excellent presentation.   Lisa invited
Patrick,  Roger and Sarah back to her office.
	"You did an excellent job, Sarah.   Of  course, we
have to consider our other proposals, along with
company needs, and get back to you."
	"Thank you, Lisa,"  Sarah replied.   This was the
best she could hope for at this point.
	"Sarah, would you consider trying Rape?"  Lisa asked.
	Sarah was taken aback until she realized Lisa was
talking about the perfume. 	
	"Maybe.  I usually don't wear perfume."
	"It has a potent, sexy aroma.  We use musk and other
sexual pheromes to make you very attractive.   Men
will be climbing all over each other to jump your
bones."
	"I'm not sure I want men climbing over each other."
	Lisa reached into her desk and removed a small vial. 
She dabbed some perfume on her neck and chest, right
above her cleavage.  
	"Try it," she said.
	Sarah held out her wrist.  Lisa  sprinkled some
perfume on it.
	"Put some on your chest."	
	"Maybe later."
	Lisa offered  the vial to Sarah, who put it in her
purse.   Patrick watched the entire process intently.
	Finally, Lisa said, "We have some things to wrap up
at the office.  Why don't we get together for dinner
tonight?   I could have my assistant make reservations
for you at a hotel if you want."
	Roger replied, "Thank you, Lisa.  We have already
reserved two rooms ourselves. We would be glad to join
you."
	"Meet us at ........ at seven, in that case."
	Both Lisa and Patrick noted that Roger said two
rooms.   Actually Roger and Sarah had had a brief
affair when she first joined the firm.  They ended it
when they realized it interfered with their
professional relationship, and it felt unfair to
Roger's wife, who was also Sarah's roommate from
college.   Roger's wife generally did not voice
objection to his many affairs, provided her social
position was not threatened.   Sarah had had a several
long term  relationships, of varying levels of
intimacy and involvement, but she did not have the
time or energy to commit to any one of them.   Most of
her social life was a result of a profile on the
Internet and occasional one night stands with
acquaintances. 
	Roger and Sarah went to their hotel.   They had each
brought the minimum in change of clothes, because they
were not sure they were staying.   Sarah put on a
sexier blouse, but she kept the same suit.   On a
whim, she dabbed some of Lisa's perfume on her neck
and chest, also. 
	They took a cab to the restaurant Lisa had suggested.
  They joined Lisa and Patrick there.  The marketer
and the advertiser had spent numerous nights together,
but they looked on Roger and Sarah as fresh meat.   At
first the talk on the table was about the project. 
	Lisa asked, "How do you expect to finish the project
by Halloween?"
	"By spending more of your money, of course."  Roger
replied.   He added, "In research, you have three
choices:   good, fast, cheap.  Pick two.  If you want
it good and fast, it will not be cheap."
	Sarah added, "We can do it.  A researcher is like a
whore.  You don't make any money by saying no."
	Eventually, the conversation turned to whores and who
would be a good spokesperson for the brand.
	Patrick said, "I used to like Madonna, because she is
trashy, but now she is too old."  
	Sarah said, "Maybe Brittany Spears?  Is she trashy
enough?"
	Roger added, "Janet Jackson is trashy enough, but she
is also too old.  How about one the the women from
`Sex and the City?'   I doubt Sarah Jessica Parker
would do it, but how about one of the others?"
	They found it hard to think of a good spokesperson
for a perfume called Rape.  
	Lisa said, "I think that any woman who wants to get a
rise out of a man will go for it. 
It brings out the animal in him.  Grrr."
	She leaned over to Roger.  He had neglected to remove
his wedding ring, but Lisa pretended not to notice
that.   She was definitely getting a rise out of him. 
He looked down her ample cleavage.  His response was
more due to the wearer than the perfume, but maybe it
had a self fulfilling prophecy.  He patted her warmly
on the thigh.   She leaned back, sighing.  
	After desert and drinks,  Lisa whispered to Roger
that it might be worth his while to walk her home.  
She lived a few blocks away.  Roger paid the bill, and
told Sarah that he would call her in the morning.
	Lisa lived in a two bedroom apartment on the twenty
second floor of a mid town high rise.  When they
arrived,  they gave each other a passionate kiss.
	Lisa said, "I have to make myself comfortable.   Here
is the wet bar.  Mix us some drinks."
	Roger removed his jacket and tie, and went to the
bar.  He poured some Port on some ice cubes.   He also
swallowed a Levitra, because he did not want Lisa
disappointed.  
	Lisa came out of the bedroom, just wearing her
pajamas.   She had clearly removed her bra.   Roger
offered the drink. 
	"Here's to Rape," he said. 
	"I'll drink to that."
	She showed him some of the pictures they were
planning to use,  showing models who were bound and
gagged.
	"Do you like it that way?"   he asked
	"I like it any way,"  she sighed.  
	Roger seized her roughly, forcing her down on the
couch.   He put his hand under her top to grab her
breast.   She let him do what ever he wanted.  He
pulled the top off, and started to such her tits. He
alternated between nipples,  watching them grow hard. 
He then put a hand inside her bottoms,  and started to
play with her slit.   She let him pull the bottoms
off, until she was naked.   She got more excited as he
continue to play with her.   She opened her legs,
displaying her entire body for his satisfaction.   
	"Let's go to the bedroom," he said.
	Once there, he rapidly stripped off his clothes while
she offered herself to him.   Looking about the room,
he noticed some  fur lined plastic hand cuffs and
other sex toys on her dresser.
	"You have been a bad girl.    I have to tie you up. 
But your escape word is button. "  he said, harshly.  
	He pulled her to her feet, turned her around, and
tied her to the  bed board.    He slapped her ass with
his hand.   He then noticed a paddle, so he used that.
 She screamed when he hit her on the rump until it was
red, but she did not use the escape word.  He inserted
a finger into her slit, and realized she was wet and
excited.  He pressed his prick into her ass, and
robbed against it.    The thought of what he was about
to do to her got his prick excited.  
	"Do you need a condom, bitch?"
	"No, I'm safe." 
	"Then lean over, bitch.   I am going to fuck you so
hard you won't be able to stand."
	He placed his prick at her entrance and shoved it in.
  She sighed .
	"That feels so good.   Take me.  Call me your bitch. 
 Use me for your pleasure," she said, moaning.
	He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her
closer.  He used them as levers to guide her
movements.   He wanted to take his time.   He varied
his rhythm, making her scream with pleasure.   
	"Fuck it, fuck it!"   she uttered, between her teeth.
   She pushed back by herself, wanting more of him.  
He mashed against her breasts, sending shocks through
her body.   He felt her body tense up as the first
orgasm hit  her.   
	"You're not done yet,"  he said.
	He continued to pulse inside her,  making her come
again. 
	"Yih,  yih, make me cum."  she said, between squeaks.
	He picked up the pace, letting his prick fill her
channel.  She felt so good around him.  Soon there was
no more room for him.   
	"I'm going to burst,"  he grunted.
	"Yes, burst inside me."  
	He thrust hard all the way.   His prick spasmed with
sharp jolts, as he felt his cum pouring out.   He kept
jabbing into her,  until he was empty.   Then he
pulled back, and released the hand cuffs.  She fell
forward onto the bed.  He fell beside her, panting.  
	They climbed onto the bed, and lay together while
they recovered.   
	"That was the best rape I've had in a while,"  Lisa
said, quietly.
	"Do you like being raped?"  Roger asked, somewhat
incredulous.
	"Only by men I know and trust.  Never by strangers. 
I don't mind being spanked, but I don't want to get
injured." 
	He got up to use the bathroom.  When he returned, he
realized she had gone to the kitchen.   She retrieved
her drink, and refreshed it, since it had become
diluted by the melting ice. 
He did the same.  They walked around the apartment
naked,  admiring the view from the window.   
	He put his arm around her, and gently tickled her
pussy.  She sighed at the attention.  For a while, he
was not ready for anything more.   She looked at his
prick, wondering how to get it to resume its
potential.   She touched it gently, but it quickly
sprang back to life.   
	"Do you like that, bitch?"  he demanded.
	"Yes, very much."
	"Then get down on your knees and worship it,"  he
ordered.
	She quickly sank in front of him.   He shoved his
prick at her, making her grab it.
	"Suck it, bitch.  Lick my  cum off it, " he ordered.
	Lisa did not like sucking cock, but she wanted to
comply with his demand.   She tentatively  placed her
lips around it.
	"You can do better than that,"  he ordered.  He
grabbed her head, pulling her mouth over him.  He
pulled her ears until she was moving over him.   She
looked at him for approval.  
	"Now you are doing it.   That feels good now, " he
acknowledged.   He did  not want to cum in her mouth,
but did not want to tell her that yet.    He used her
mouth for several minutes before releasing  her. 
	"Let's go back to the bedroom so you can have the
benefit of that."
	When they arrived, he said, "Lay back and spread em."
	She lay on the bed, with her legs open, displaying
her pussy.   He climbed on top of her, and inserted
several fingers in her opening.    He used one finger,
then two, then three,  rubbing over her clitoris.   
	"Don't keep me waiting.   Do it to me," she begged.
	He shoved his prick into her pussy again.
	"Just lay back and enjoy it,"  he said.
	She pulled her legs back until they were against her
head.   He played with her tits while he fucked her   
Soon she was moaning as her excitement grew to an
orgasm.    Because he had recently ejaculated, he had
no difficulty maintaining his rhythm for a while.  Her
body kept vibrating with a series of small
convulsions.   Each was accompanied by a high squeak. 
 
	As he rammed her, his prick grew harder and more
tense.  His build up  was almost painful. He wondered
if he should come inside her or whether to pull out
and cover her with white love juice.  His body decided
for him.  He was suddenly seized by an overwhelming
release, that squirted inside her eager pussy.  It was
enough to send her over the edge, harder than ever.  
She was panting for breath as her body jerked so hard,
her pelvis ached. 
	Even after they were finished, he lay inside her.  
His prick lost some, but not all, of its firmness.  He
moved around her some, but it was not enough to fully
recover.
	He lay next to her,  holding her tight.   They almost
fell asleep.   He looked over at the clock.   It was
almost midnight.
	"My god, it's late, and we have to go to work
tomorrow,"  he said.
	"I'll call in late.   It won't be the first time.  My
staff will understand," she replied softly.
	"I still have to go back to Philadelphia tomorrow.  
I'd better go to my hotel."
	"I hope we can do that again."
	"I hope so too, but it would be easier if we got the
research project."
	He used the bathroom, and then found his clothes.  
When he was dressed, he went to the bed to kiss her
good night.   She kissed him, sighed contentedly, and
went back to sleep.   He let himself out.   
	Earlier, back at the restaurant,  Patrick and Sarah
continued their flirting.  
	Patrick said, "You know what Roger and Lisa are doing
now, don't you?"
	"Making love?"
	"Like rabbits."
	"Do you feel envious of them?"
	"A bit."
	"So, you want to fuck?"
	Sarah had expected Patrick to suggest something
sexual, but she was taken aback by his bluntness.
	"I usually don't do it with someone I just met,"  she
replied.
	"I did not ask what you usually do.  I asked if you
want to fuck?"
	"I expected you to put the hit on me,  but I did not
expect you to be so crude."
	"I am sorry if I offended you.  Let me rephrase.   Do
you want to go to my apartment and make passionate
whoopee until the cows come home?"
	"Now that's more  like it," she said, smiling.  
	Sarah not had sex in over a month, and even longer
since she shared a bed with someone with as much stud
potential as Patrick.  She missed it.  
	"Let's go," she said, standing up.  
	They took a cab to his apartment in an old brownstone
in the SoHo section of lower Manhattan.  On the way,
Patrick was playing with her breasts and felt between
her legs.   She responded by fondling his crotch.   He
tried to unbutton her blouse.
	She responded,  "Let's wait until we get there.  I
don't want to rush the fun."
	Sarah realized that this was her best chance at good
sex in a while, and she wanted to take full advantage
of it. 
	When they arrived and went up stairs,  Patrick lead
her immediately into the bed room.
	"Strip!"  he commanded.	
	"What?"
	"You heard me, strip.  We can't do it with our
clothes on."
	"You have to strip, too."
	Sarah removed her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse.  
When he did not move, she stopped.
	"I'm not taking off any more clothing until you
remove yours,"  she said.
	Patrick responded by rapidly undressing.  Soon they
were both down to their under pants.   Sarah flaunted 
her firm round breasts at him.  
	She said, "Leave your shorts.  I want to pull them
off myself.  I need to see if you are the man I think
you are."
	She yanked down his shorts and made him sit on the
bed.   She leaned down to inspect his penis.  Even
though it was not yet firm, it was long and thick. 
	"Beautiful.  I'm going to enjoy this,"  she said.
	She knelt down to lick it.  As she placed her lips on
it, it rapidly expanded.  She sucked until it was as
firm as a sausage.  He moaned softly. 
	Suddenly she stood up and said, "Let's put a condom
on this thing and use it the way God  intended."
	She extracted a condom from her purse and pealed it
over his prick.  She preferred the ribbed condoms to
increase her pleasure.   She stood between his legs.  
He pressed his face to her tits.
	"You are wearing Rape, aren't you?"
	"Yes."
	"Then lie back and enjoy it."
	He pulled off her panties.   He then pulled her onto
the bed.  He fondled her clit, getting her very
excited.   He then entered her slit very slowly, until
he was fully engorged by her tube.  She pulled her
legs back  until they were resting on his back.
	"I am going to fuck you for all you're worth," he
said.
	"That feels good. Do it, lover."
	He pumped her body slowly.   She moaned softly, as
her pussy purred with delight.   Warm pulses flowed
over her body.   As her excitement increased, she
began yelling incoherently, and pulling and scratching
his back.    She let the climax engulf her.   
	"That was wonderful.   Don't stop.   Fuck me harder."
 she yelled.
	Suddenly he stopped.   He wanted her on his terms. 
	"What is the matter?"  she cried desperately.
	"Turn over,  I want you from behind."
	She was so excited, she readily complied.   She
crouched on her hands and knees on the bed.  
	"Put it back in, quickly," she urged.
	He eagerly filled her hole.   He grabbed her tits
again.   He moved into her like a pile driver.   She
yielded to the urges in her body.  Her body began to
spasm as wave after wave of ecstasy flowed over her.  

	"Fuck me.  Fuck me. Fuck me."  she screamed, until
her words failed her.
	He grunted as  he pounded into her.   His prick was
on fire.  Suddenly,  electric sparks popped out of it.
	"I'm cumming!" he exclaimed.
 	 His pleasure burst out of him in a series of jolts.
  He continued to pump for several seconds, each time
getting another jolt.  Even when his prick seemed
empty, he jammed himself through to another spark of
pleasure.
	He pulled out of her, letting her relax.   She was
out of breath, but smiling.  He quickly went to the
bath room to deal with the condom.   When he returned,
 he lay next to her.
	"That was very good, lover.    Better than expected,"
she said softly.
	"What did you expect?"
	"There is always uncertainty with a new partner.  You
rose to the occasion beautifully."
	"I enjoyed it very much too."
	She got up to use the bathroom.   When she was
finished, she walked around the apartment.   She
admired his taste in art and books.   He went to the
kitchen to slice some cheese and pour some wine.  They
ate in his living room, sitting naked on the couch.  
	"I love a Sauvignon Blanc after sex, don't you?" she
said.
	"Yes, but Sauvignon Blanc with sex is even better."
	"What do you mean, with sex?"
	He poured some wine on her chest. 
	"That's cold,"  she exclaimed.
	He then started to lick it off with his tongue.   He
poured more wine on her stomach, letting it drip to
her pussy and on to the floor.   Then he poured wine
between her legs.
	"That tickles, " she giggled.
	"Your quim makes excellent stem ware.   Now lay back
and enjoy it."  
	She sank back on the couch.  He kept pouring wine on
her and licking it off.   Finally he addressed her
pussy in earnest.
	He said, "I don't need any more wine.   You taste
good all by yourself."
	She sighed as he licked and kissed all over her slit.
 He gave special attention to her prominent clitoris. 
 It kept sending warm flashes through her body.  She
lay back, trusting him to take care of her.   Her
moans were getting louder as he kissed, sucked and
licked his way all around her vagina.   He took that
as a sign that he was satisfying her, so he continued,
even harder.   She closed her eyes, wallowing in the
feeling.   Her body tensed up,  and her breathing got
heavy.   She knew she was ready to cum.
	"I'm going to cum on your tongue!"  she exclaimed.
	She found her release, and fell back on the couch.  
He gazed up at her, satisfied that he had pleased his
new partner.
	She said, "That was something, lover.  That deserves
a reward."  
	But she did not want to get off the couch, and he was
staying on the floor.  
	So she said, "Let's go back to the bed room."
	She lead him there and made him lie back on the bed. 
  She straddled him, and started to play with his
penis.   He hoped she would give him what he had given
her.   At first, she did.   She licked and kissed all
the way around the base of his prick, and slowly moved
to the tip.  He tried to grab her head, but she moved
to avoid him.   Instead,  she stimulated him further,
until he was fully grown.   She used her hands as well
as her mouth to make him feel good.   But she did want
him to cum.
	She said, "I can't let something this nice go to
waste."
	She pulled another condom from her purse and rolled
it on him.  After giving it another rub she said, "Lay
back and enjoy it."
	She then sat up and impaled herself on his prick.  
She sank down until she had him fully.
Usually,  he liked to be on top, but he was willing to
let her have her way.   She used her hips and knees to
bounce on top of him.   He grabbed her breasts, and
then moved his hands to the globes of her ass.   He
massaged then while she continued to move above him  
She contracted her vaginal muscles to increase his
pleasure.  He was glad that she decided to ride him
rather than give  a  blow job.  Because she was on
top, she could control the movements for her pleasure.
	She let her full weight fall on his prick.  He
slapped her  ass as she moved rapidly over him.  Her
throat released a guttural cry as her next orgasm
began.   It stated in her pussy   and erupted through
her pelvis.   She froze in mid thrust as her body
exploded.   However, he started to push up into her
with his legs.   He almost pushed her off,  but she
held on gamely.  
	"Wait for me, baby, " he said, pumping.
	"Too  late, lover.  I'm there!"  she exclaimed.   
However, she let him pump into her until he also let
his cum flow into the condom.  
	As soon as he was finished, he said, "You had better
get off before the condom leaks."
	He got out of bed to use the bath room.   When he
returned, she cuddled up to him.
	She sighed, "That was the best.   I knew you would be
a good stud."
	"I strive to satisfy all the pretty ladies."
	They lay quietly for several minutes.   
	Suddenly she asked, "When are the cows due?"
	"What cows?"
	"You said we could make passionate whoopee until the
cows came home.  What time are they coming in?"
	He looked at a clock.   It was almost twelve.  
	"The horses and cows turn into mice at midnight, when
the magic spell wears off."
	"Maybe I'd better leave.  I don't want the magic of
this night to end."
	She got up to find her clothes.
	He said, "I really like you, Sarah.  You seem like a
nice girl.   Plus, you're a heck of a lay. Please call
me when you come to New York again."
	He got out of bed to give her his phone number.
	She smiled.  She was glowing down to her toes.  It
was rare to meet a nice man who also gave her good
sex.   She was amazed how good sex improved her
emotional well being. 
	"I will.  You were great too.  And please call me if
you visit Philadelphia."
	She wrote her home number and cell phone on her
business card.   She entered him in her mental data
base.    Later, he entered her in his "black book" 
computer data base of women he wanted to spend time
with. 
	When she was dressed, she asked, "How easy is it to
find a cab around here?"
	"I'd better walk you over to Broadway."   
	He got dressed and walked her until they found a cab.
  He gave the driver ten dollars to take her back to
her hotel, even though the actual fare was eight. 
They kissed passionately and she got into the cab.   
When she returned to her room,  she took a shower and
collapsed into bed.
	The next morning she was awakened by the phone.   
She had forgotten to set the alarm.
It was Roger.  
	He asked, "What time did you get in last night?"
	"Around midnight.  You?"
	"Yeah.    Did you have a good time with Patrick?"
	"A very good time.   Did you have a good time with
Lisa?"
	"Yes, it was nice."
	They agreed to meet for breakfast in the hotel in
half an hour.   They were both late.
After consuming large breakfasts of bacon, ham and
eggs, and several cups of coffee,  Roger called the
server.
	"Bring us two mimosas, please."
	"Why do you want to drink at this hour of the
morning?"
	When the drinks arrived, he said, "I called the 
office this morning.    We got the Rape project."  

	
	
	
	
	  
	
	 	
	
	

	
	 
	
	
	

	
	
	
	 



	
		
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