"So you'd really give up all this, all of this?!?!" Katherine swung her arms around, infuriated. "You'd let all this go for a fucking pair of Ruby Slippers and man sex for a week...!?!?"
At this point, Randy needed to drown out what Katherine was screaming at him, top notch vocal cords that she had.
He thought of a place. New Orleans, in the fall, when it was raining. In the hotel room, a sparkling pair of slippers on the side table. The smell of coffee, and daylight peeking through the curtains. The smell of musky man loving hung in the air. They were still naked and hungry for more of one another.
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