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My heart thudded in my chest each time he slid home. The balls and bars on the underside of his shaft dragged back and forth over the bottom ridge of my entrance in rapid succession.
My mom tried to take me to all of the museum exhibitions that came through town. I still have loads of books on the artifacts and the history of the country and people.
At all. I reasoned that I'd get over it.
At one point in my life, I'd dreamed of settling down.
Not here. Tonight, okay?" I nodded, somehow showing restraint when all I wanted was to hear about this woman.