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“What’s your pleasure he asked her?”
“Demurely, she replied, maybe just a cherry Coke?” blushing, for she had never been asked a question of that nature so bluntly before.

He immediately served her a Jack and Coke with a Cherry.

And with that,

That warm, Summer night she learned her Pleasure.

The cool grass between her toes, the warmth of his strong body atop hers, the moonlight, and even the smell of the whishkey floating through the air …

She had found her

Pleasure.

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