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Christy and I lingered over a late breakfast on the patio. She’d already eaten two pieces of cheese toast, an orange, and a cup of yogurt. At the moment she was working on a bowl of strawberries.

“I wish I could do that,” I said.

“It’s a lot of work. And I’m always hungry. It’s annoying.”

“But you get to eat whatever you want.”

“Yeah, that is kinda fun. Even more fun to work up the appetite in the first place. Mmm, midnight sex…”

“It was more like four a.m.,” I chuckled. “Well, by the time you let me go back to sleep.”

“What! You kept me awake. You and Mr. Big. And again, this morning! He woke me up, you know. He was poking me. I had to do something.” She faux-glared. “You didn’t save any cream. For my strawberries.”

I looked down. My penis didn’t even twitch. It even managed to look smug.

“Oh, well,” Christy said lightly. “You’ll make more. It’s what you do. Thank goodness.”

I chuckled and shook my head in amazement. “Never thought I’d meet a girl who likes sex more than I do.”

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