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  <subtitle>&amp;quot;Ungh!&amp;quot; I said it again as I bit the dirt.
The blond was tough. I had to give it to her. 
But I couldn't give it to her right then. She was busy giving it to me. She placed a prim knee between my shoulders as I lay face down on the checkered cafe floor. 
A cafe? What cafe? Where the hell was I, anyway? Too many questions and all the answers had split for someplace where the sun shines and the tall blonds blow.
I felt her knee pushing the air out of my lungs as she grabbed a handful of hair and yanked my head back. I had to admit, it had been too long since I had been mistreated by a beautiful woman, but the ache in the pit of my belly said this one had gone too far. 
I heard her million dollar teeth grinding in my ear. &amp;quot;You're gonna tell me the password, Baker. You're gonna tell me, or I'm gonna make you squeal.&amp;quot;</subtitle>
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