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Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight I woke the next morning damp between my legs. Apparently my sleep had taken me places filled with lust, and my dreams to sensuous encounters that I could only guess about in the light of day, the memory of them lost. I dressed silently, no radio or TV, not even the chatter of my mind was there to take away the thought of what would happen that night. My silent careful dressing was like a little ritual to prepare me for the day, as I constantly reminded myself of the note’s commands. This was Friday, the occasion of my first real act of initiation, everything else had been set up to prepare me for this moment. I wore black. I almost laughed at the choice. I hadn’t intended to be morbid at all, but that color did seem to indicate I took the adventure seriously. And to be sur
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