"I want to know your deepest, darkest secret..." Rosalie whispered softly to me after we had just made sweet summer morning love. Splendid.
"I don't have one." Randy replied, caught off guard by the timing of the question.
She hesitated, breath held tightly, as if she had expected an epic response of scandalous nature.
"Not one?" She asked, again, hoping for more.
"Nope." Randy ended.
"I don't believe you!" She wailed, gritting her teeth. All night long...
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