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“Where are we going this time, Mr. Davidson” Andy again asked her driver. “Somewhere you would like to see,” Damien answered the woman next to him. They were again going for another weekend trip. Last week, he brought Andy to the beach house, and now he was planning to get her in a farm town near the beach house they went into last week. Skedaddling for another weekend, Damien learned that there would be festive in that small town, and it was just perfect for both of them. “Oh, great. Just wake me up when we reached there,” Andy said, yawning. It was Saturday morning, and last night, Damien stayed at her place for a sleepover. Well, that was the first plan. He again spent her all night, and every part of her skin was aching, wondering how he still had the energy to drive