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acupuncture, reflexology, and a bunch of other stuff will drop by
this afternoon. He doesn’t promise to prolong your life, unlike all
the swindlers, but I’m told it feels fantastic.”
    It was too low to be a scream, too primal to
be a whisper. It came from deep inside her and built up in pitch
and volume. If this wasn’t a super-orgasm, it must be an electric
shock treatment. Mike felt himself pass the point of no return, and
really only had one more thing to share.
    “And I just scored a brick of the best
medicinal marijuana known to man. They say it’s killer.”
    Mara’s body shook like an epileptic and Mike
had to pin her hands to the mattress just to continue fucking her.
A vice inside her virgina clamped down on his penis and he shot so
much so fast so hard that he lost a few neurons. He didn’t feel
faint, but he sure as hell passed out.
    They laid next to each other quietly on the
California king-size bed, with the massive oak bed frame, in a room
larger than her mother’s house.
    “Do I talk too much during sex?” he asked
after a long silence.
    “My love, you don’t talk enough.”
    “I forgot to tell you I bought you a case of
Patron tequila.”
    “You haven’t had a bad idea yet. No wonder I
look forward to marrying you so much.”
     

CHAPTER 4
     
    The massage guy went by the name Moody. Mike
assumed his parents didn’t name him that at birth, unless his
mother was Gwyneth Paltrow. Mike saw his fiancée’s eyes grow big at
the sight of the stud. As usual, she wore sexy lingerie because it
put them both in the mood. And here was a dude named Moody.
    “She’s ready for her massage,” Mike said
cheerfully, despite conflicting feelings of watching his beloved
fuck another man. He never expected his feelings for her to grow so
strong. It sucked to find the lifemate of his dreams terminally
ill.
    “Oh, I’m not here for you?” Moody asked,
apparently genuinely surprised.
    “Well, I want a massage too, but you’re here
primarily for my fiancée.”
    The expression on his face confused Mike. He
didn’t know how to read it, and usually that’s what he was so good
at. Maybe it only worked on women. Turns out Mara found it before
he did.
    “He’s gay,” she said, very disappointed.
    “Well, yeah,” Moody said, as if it was
obvious.
    Mike liked that he did not sound at all
apologetic for being queer.
    “Sorry, honey,” Mike told her.
    “Mikey, I think he’s here for you,” she said,
suddenly intrigued with the new opportunity.
    “No, he’s here to give you a massage.”
    “Excuse me,” Moody interrupted. “But you said
you both wanted daily massages when you’re in town. And from the
vib you gave off, well, I guess I shouldn’t have assumed so
much.”
    Mara started laughing. “You picked up a gay
stud. My man can pick up a gay stud. Michael, you have no idea how
attractive you are.”
    “You said I’d be handsomely rewarded for
extra-services.”
    “Oh, you shall be,” Mara assured him. She
turned to her fiancé. “Time for your fucking massage.”
    “Actually,” Moody said, “massage works better
after sex.”
    “Dude,” Mara told Mike, “time for sex!”
    She seemed delighted, while he seemed very
unsure. Normally so articulate, he couldn’t seem to put two words
together.
    “I hope this doesn’t get weird,” the masseuse
said. “Would I be on the giving or the receiving end?”
    “Oh, definitely on the giving end. Honey, if
you suck him off or take it up the ass, I’ll love you forever.”
    Mike looked undecided. “Hey, does anyone want
to smoke some killer weed?”
    Well, that broke the ice. Soon they were
smoking dope from this monster bong and downing shots of very
expensive tequila while Mara blasted the latest pop music. She had
the guys strip and lay on the couch while she did her very first
striptease. She had to leave the grandma bra on, so she left a sexy
top on and bounced on Mike’s lap. Moody made first contact by
playing with Mike’s