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about a girl. Here's a bag of accessories for you, too. Have fun and when you can, I want to treat you to a pampered day in the spa. Okay?"
    Overwhelmed by her generosity, I nodded.
    She kissed me on the cheek as Julian came back in. Then she turned to him and kissed him too.
    Swinging away from Jessie, he took my hand. "Are you ready, beautiful?"
    After I nodded, he led me out to his vehicle, opened the door and helped me in. 
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    I couldn't keep my eyes on the road for the trip back to the museum. She was so lovely, I kept sneaking glances at her. She's so nice. The couple of times she caught me gaping at her, she smiled. Is she the one? The girl I've been dreaming about. I think she might be.
     
    It was a slow afternoon at the museum. Very few customers.
    Holding hands as much as she let me, I took her through the Hominid Exhibition. "And this is a replica of Homo Habilis, commonly known as 'Handy Man'. At two million years, he's one of the oldest hominids that's been discovered."
    Displaying what I hoped was a winsome smile, I placed my hands on her trim waist. "That makes him about three hundred times older than the planet he lived on."
    Edging into her, a pleasant fresh scent —citrus with a hint of womanly sex—teased my nostrils.  She leaned away and backed against the display glass. "As I already told you, I don't adhere to a strict interpretation of the bible, especially Creation."
    I eased in closer. Her precious breasts touched my chest, the budding bulge in my pants brushed her abdomen. She's so lovely, she's perfect.
    I bent my head and planted a gentle kiss on her neck below her ear. I felt her shiver. She lifted her head up and back as if allowing me, no, wishing me to continue. How could I resist? My lips trailed wetness up and down the left side of her neck.
    Her arms slipped through the gap between my arms and body, her hands coming to rest below my shoulder blades. Resting her head upon my left shoulder, I sensed a slight tremor in her.
    My lips found and kissed her ear lobe. My tongue felt the rough cold object within —I remembered she wore small diamond studs. I sucked and nibbled on the lobe, stud and all. The tremor became a tremble. I heard a sigh. She was shaking and when my wayward tongue laved her ear, she moaned. Fully aroused, by the woman-child in my arms, I pressed myself into her. When her hands tightened on my back, I pressed again. Did she respond?
    Then, when she kissed my neck, I suddenly craved her lips. I kept pushing and she reacted by pushing ever so lightly back. I reached down and lifted her chin toward my lips. When our lips touched, I felt a hot flash sear my face, the heat working its way to the hard source of my arousal. She sighed. I knew she wanted to go on, but when my tongue probed for an opening between her lips she didn't respond.
    Maybe she needs to be more aroused. I reached and grasped her breast as my tongue probed again.
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    Julian had cleverly maneuvered me against the Hominid display window. I knew I should have slipped away when he moved into me, but this man seemed to have woven a spell upon me. My breasts rubbed against his chest and it felt good. When he kissed my neck, my heart skipped a beat and all of a sudden, I felt so warm I almost swooned. I must stop. Please God, help me. Give me strength. Or…or is this your will? I not only let Julian continue, I shamelessly willed him to, by exposing more of my neck to his moist, sensuous lips.
    And that's not all. As he thrust his hardness against me, my loins warmed and I instinctively responded and began to think of sex. I'd banished sex from my thoughts years ago when I'd made my commitment and now, here I was rubbing genitals with an angel —a non-believing angel at that! I wonder what he looks like naked.
    Still, I didn't stop him. When his lips found mine, currents of heat coursed through my body, terminating in my center. I sighed and pictured myself standing in front of Julian, sitting on a