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Gail Roarke

Copyright 2011 by Gail Roarke

Published by Gelastic Press

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Bill and I arrived at Tony's party fashionably late. Not for fashion's sake, but because we knew from experience that the sex didn't start happening right away. The less time there was between saying hello and getting naked, the better we liked it. Bill knocked on the door.

I stood at his side holding a cake I'd made that afternoon. The party was a potluck affair. I seldom ate at these parties--I'd rather fuck than eat--but I always brought something to share. A familiar tangle of nerves and excitement rolled slowly in my belly while I waited to enter. I wondered which familiar faces and bodies I'd see, and what strangers I might meet. Either way, I knew I'd enjoy myself immensely. I always do.

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