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I was having a pretty ordinary night out and was about to start making my way home when someone gently touched my arm. I turned around to see who it was, and there he was… yum!
The handsome guy standing before me was dressed smartly in all-black. I knew him from several online chats we had months earlier. He was kind of an alluring rascal: a sex-obsessed scallywag with an impish grin and a wry sense of humor.
But, standing there in front of me, dressed up nice, my oh my, he was a real cutie!
“You have no idea who I am,” he said.
“Oh, but I do,” I smiled, willing my eyes to sparkle, if that’s possible.
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