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Miller. Take care of that broken heart.”
    â€œThanks, officer.” He watched her ass in the rearview mirror as she walked back to her cruiser. He smiled as he pulled away from the curb, and drove the speed limit the rest of the way home. He poured himself a stiff drink as soon as he walked through the door. “The nerve of that woman!” he said aloud. “ I’ve got balls? She’s a ball-bustin’ freak.” He sat down and turned on the TV. He flipped through the channels and fell asleep in his expensive clothes—drink still in his hand. She rode him in his dreams, and he awoke at four A.M. with a hard-on.
    Weeks passed and she continued to creep into his thoughts at the damnedest times, but he always brushed her aside. He tried not to think about her when he masturbated. It seemed that masturbation was becoming a way of life for him.
    It took a while, but he finally got her out of his mind. Even though he wasn’t looking for a serious relationship, he had been out on a few dates. Friends and family always had somebody they wanted him to meet. A few of the sisters he had gone out with were fine, and actually seemed to have their lives together.

    He was reviewing the financials for tomorrow’s breakfast meeting when the phone rang. “Meet me at the downtown Hilton, Room 1252.”
    â€œWhat kind of bulls—?” The phone went dead in his hand.
    He walked over to the refrigerator and opened a beer. He took a gulp and went into the bathroom. He showered and shaved. I may be crazy, but if I don’t go over there, I’ll never know, he told himself as he pulled on a silk shirt and crisply creased pants. He ran his fingers through his close-cropped hair and splashed on some after-shave before walking out the door.
    He knocked on the door of Room 1252, and it opened. He slowly walked inside. The lights were turned down. He took in the large suite, which was permeated with her scent. There was a scotch on the rocks sitting on the table in front of him. He took a sip and sat down. She wasn’t in the living room of the suite. It occurred to him that he didn’t even know her name. “Guess this is another one of those sick games,” he muttered to himself. “I’m gonna drink up and get out of here.”
    As he stood up to leave, she came through the door. He sat back down. “Sorry to keep you waiting, but I had to pick up a few things.” She went to him and sat in his lap. She kissed him slowly, moving her tongue in and out of his mouth. As their tongues danced together, she moved her ass around in his lap. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. Kissing her neck, he started to move his tongue down the open collar of her coat.
    She stood up and took off her coat. She was naked. He reached for her and she stepped back.
    â€œYou’re beautiful. But you know that, don’t you?”
    She didn’t answer.
    She went to the bar and poured herself a drink.
    She walked back over to him and took a sip.
    Then, she poured the rest of the drink across her breasts.
He watched the brown liquid slide down her breasts and over her flat stomach. She slid her hand over her stomach and reached her fingers inside.
    â€œDon’t you want to taste it?”
    He walked over to her. He circled her nipples with his finger and licked them.
    â€œTastes good. But you know that too, don’t you?”
    He squeezed her breasts together and leaned down to suck her nipples. He licked her breasts and her stomach until the sherry was gone. She tore his shirt open and moved her hands over his chest. She played with his nipples and kissed him again. She fell on her knees and unzipped his pants. She took his dick in her warm hands and squeezed it softly. She kneaded him until he became stiff, admiring the glistening mahogany skin in the dim light. She kissed his dick and circled the tip with her tongue. Slowly she took him in her mouth and sucked until he