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What's The Magic Word?

Suddenly Tom realizes the pain that had been in his leg is gone. He is warm and relaxed. He nods and grins foolishly. “Much better,” he says.

Her face breaks out in a smile and she moves toward him. He leans slowly back onto the bed and she follows him until she is hovering over him. “What’s the magic word?” she whispers.

“Please?” Tom murmurs, mesmerized by her smooth movements. They awaken another lost memory.

She leans in to kiss his mouth. He closes his eyes and responds enthusiastically but then she pulls away. He falls back on the pillow, disappointed. Her hand runs along his legs and then between. He is hard now and hungry for more, but she lets go and whispers again, “Wrong magic word.”

He groans and gropes at her aimlessly but she shakes her head. “No,” she says, amused. “Try again.”

“Thank you.”

“Yes.” Her voice is barely audible over his heavy breathing, but as soon as the words escape her lips he is inside her and his eyes are closed and his mind is far far away.

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