December 2009
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“I should go,” said Diana. She watched the full moon out the window. It reflected in the puddles on the street. The rain had stopped and the clouds had moved on. So much for weather reports. They predicted the storms would continue into the morning. “Oh, Magic,” said Arthur. “Did you suddenly get shy?” He nuzzled the naked skin of Diana’s hip. She had...
