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            time that day. I grab her hand and pull her to the party bus. We are about to have
            the night of our lives.










            Dinner goes off without a hitch since the asshole seems to be silenced by Sanya’s

            sexiness. We even manage to laugh and joke with some of the wedding party. It still
            isn’t as easy as dining with actual friends, but it is light years better than the shit
            sandwich I’d walked into earlier. I got my easy going Sanya back, with a few sexy
            tweaks, of course. We’d sent her mother a selfie of us on the party bus on the way
            to dinner, and she’d responded with how good our babies would look.
               We laugh at her mother’s tenacity and joke about how she would act if Sanya
            were pregnant. Teo sulks before he blurts out that Gail never once mentioned
            grandchildren to him. We ignore him.
               We are back on the party bus. Teo and Lizzie manage, again, to sit across from
            us. Sanya is sipping on a drink. She is becoming more relaxed and sexy. The party
            girl will surely emerge soon.
               Sanya crosses her legs and leans into me like I am her man. She moves closer

            and whispers, “I’m sorry if the story about my piercings freaked you out earlier.”
               I laugh. “I was not freaked out.” I murmur back. She raises a skeptical eyebrow.
               “You bolted the minute I told you about them. I guess girls didn’t do things
            like that at the Ivy League schools.” I chuckle again.
               “You’d be surprised what some of those girls did.” Her left hand is holding
            onto my knee, and the right cups my ear while she responds.
               “You should share one day.” It is my turn to look skeptical before I whisper
            back, loving the closeness of this encounter.
               “You want to hear all of the freaky stories from my college days? Are you sure
            you can handle it?”
               “What I can handle might surprise you.” My dick twitches; it is wellversed in
            double entendre. Her eyes are heavy lidded and sultry. I almost yell for the driver
            to drop us back off at the hotel. Damn, if I’d known alcohol would have this effect,
            we would have had cocktails a long time ago.
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