The Well Hole 336 XIII. It was time to disappear, no more Becks, no more Spaghetti Nights, no more afternoon kisses in the park with John Diedermayer. He was a business man, pure and simple, his eyes were fastened always upon the practical side of life. And finally, my special thanks to the Queenie music fans around the world. Paris, always beautiful even in the darkness, glittered away to the horizon. “Excuse me?” Mike threw Michelle a strange look, bursting into a grin. He initiated sex with her, lightly fingering her clitoris as an invitation.
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