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could make a man be Fausted so easily. For he bad not fought much at all and
had not actively sought other avenues to satisfy Albigoni.
 There are no other avenues, he whispered in the golden light of the reading
lamp, antique incandescent, energy wasting luxury. No matter that energy was
once again cheap; Martin had been raised in a time of restrictions. Albigoni.
judged by his house, was a man so used to having his wishes satisfied he could
not conceive otherwise. Old rich, old power.
Opening the gates like a Djinn.
Opening the doors to the Country.
Christmas and all it meant paling by comparison. Childhood memories of opening
gifts. Opening Goldsmith. Emanuel. God is with us.
Martin had suggested they start tomorrow, Christmas Day.
Albigoni had shaken his head.  My daughter was a Christian, he said.  I am
not, but this we will respect.
Martin put down the special paper edition of Goldsmith s poems and turned out
the light.
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Ernest moved above her in the absolute darkness setting her loose to fly
through large interior spaces enjoying the round pleasures. Perhaps there
could be a long good life with this man. Perhaps the career peak would come
soon and she would have done the most that was in her, leaving her time and
energy to concentrate on another a companion a barrio sweet. She moved beneath
him and felt pure shink platinum in his caresses, doing nothing for the moment
being done to receiving his sounds like a child eating dessert or opening a
package soft pleased intent his flesh his attention all of it.
Giving by receiving. She saw all there was to lose by losing her self. Going
in harm s way meant more than suffering pain if the game was lost; it meant
losing, taking away by going away, having something desirable a normal
life taken away from her self and this man whom she found herself loving.
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Ernest spoke and a small light came on and he looked down on her, observed the
moonbright lines of his/her moisture on her skin like mercury on obsidian,
observed her eyes barely open.  Sybarite, he accused.
 Never been there, she murmured squirming under him angling up swallowing
pressing all around.
 Angeleno, he accused.
She pressed again undulated knowing he liked to watch her before pouring in.
Her own warmth increased upon seeing his pleasure. She could imagine at this
moment someday not too far distant a year or two when she would lift the
voluntary gates Dr.
Sumpler had grown within her and let Ernest s seed find its way all the way.
 Come, she said.
Ernest withdrew and she opened her eyes wide.
 I must see my domain. he said, sitting up.
 I m not real estate, she protested gently.
 You re an exotic country. You made yourself; surely you can t begrudge the
lust of a connoisseur.
 I m entertainment, eh?
Ernest grinned and ran a rough palm up the smoothness of her thigh. For a
moment she did not want him to see the blanching of her buttock crease and
then that seemed silly. Seeing so much else more intimate if less flawed.
 lnner lips black, he said.  You are truly a dark woman. Not just nature s
halfhearted night; you are dark where sun never dares inquire.
 You sound like a bad poet, she said but with warmth. She enjoyed his
admiration. She tightened on his caressing finger.
 Ow, he mocked. Sucked his fingertip.  Urn.
He lifted one leg and inspected smooth calf ankle foot. The regular lines on
sole like snake abdomen. No calluses no growths; smooth, designed to withstand
shoes pavement enclosed moisture and warmth.  Perfect feet for pd, he said.
He had not examined her this way for months. He was worried about her. She
caressed his warm damp back reached down past muscled ribs around hip, found
him distracted.
 All day tomorrow? he asked again.
 We deserve at least that much. I can stay in touch if any news comes in.
 And then. He lay back beside her and she swung up over him, encasing hips in
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