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Mavis backed away from me coyly when I took her up to the hotel room. I guess a girl likes a little sweet romance. She said plaintively, “Don’t I even get asked?”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t have time for sweet romance. I wanted to teach her in a hurry who was going to be boss of our little arrangement. And what better way is there?

I pulled her to me suddenly and kissed her. In a moment, her arms slid up and her mouth became warm and eager under mine. I picked her up and carried her to the couch.

She learned fast. . . .