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So I'm still awake So I guess I'll tell you a story. A stranger Two strangers meet. A socialite and a willing partisapent. The socialite, a gentelman he complements her by offering photos. A face. Then more. The femabnon os wooed. And enjoys her gifts. She returns the favor. First teasers, lingerie. She offers her self, the slave to the socialites golden tongue. They dance, mincing words and photos. She moistens, he hardens; both talking their way to extacy. An icredable chance meeting. The internconected world... The socialite nearly a thousand miles from the femanon. But they met, joined, and found momentary fulfillment in the sterile empty waste that is the tubes.