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There was no doubt in my mind, she was looking at me.
The most beautiful woman I’d seen. Ever.
And she was staring at me from across the bar.
I knew I needed to make my move.
I stuck my fingers in my drink, wetted my hair back , got up and started advancing towards this mysterious, albeit beautiful, woman.
I sat down next to her, afraid to say a word.
“What’s up?” she said, placing her hand on my thigh.
I buckled, my face twisted into odd forms.
I moaned, my body seemed to bend over my groin, which was feeling oddly fantastic.
My night had reached it’s climax.

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