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It was nothing. It meant nothing. They didn't care for each other. They didn't even know each other. They had met by chance, through a couple of their other friends. And that was where it all began. This relationship was purely for pleasure.

He was brutally reminded that he wasn't alone, almost squeaking as she grabbed his junk from behind. "I see Junior is still ready for more," her voice was husky. He failed to resist his urge to shiver as her cool breath tickled the back of his neck. This woman, this temptress set his blood on fire. Her mere touch left him yearning for more.

"Always," the man replied.

That was another problem with their... situation. He was in his early twenties. She, she wasn't even out of her teens! In the unlikely chance the authorities heard of their activities, he was sure to get a two-way ticket to prison. And he was looking at a five or so year stay there before he was allowed to leave. The most troubling problem was that he couldn't resist her.

After his first taste of that sweet, forbidden fruit, he was addicted. Not even the various brothel establishments that filled the countryside had the ability to satisfy him as much as the young woman behind him. Rebria, she knew every detail. Every secret about him that most people didn't know. Every possible way to set his heart racing and his... no, the brunette chose not to continue that train of thought.

"I'll see you tonight, Bananda."

The man left without a second glance.

His young lover was left standing there in the dining room, dressed in one of his old shirts. Her eyes betrayed the sadness she felt at watching him leave. Watching him leave her behind. Then a smile twisted her face as her hand settled on her stomach. "... maybe I should tell him... maybe that will finally make him stay?"

Dreams. If they could happen or not, she would have her answer. Tonight.

"Goodbye, Dragomir."