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And he wiped his mouth with a gold towel.

  • And he wiped his mouth with a gold towel. He looked at Zeek sheepishly. "Like that?" Zeek patted his shoulder, "That's how you earn your red wings." After that time

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  • it became easier. Zeek no longer needed to force me and I was more than eager to do it on my own. I only wish he was younger. He was such an old man and I didn't like the idea of

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  • having him as my tumbling partner. Zeek said his hip had been replaced so we wouldn't have the incident we had the last time. What a way for me to pay for college. We toured

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  • Hamsterdam and found a little Dutch hamster child with golden curls sticking his finger in a dyke. "Isn't there some other way to resolve this situation?" Zeek asked me. I thought

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  • that maybe there was, but the little Dutch child was adorable and I didn't want to reveal my thoughts. "What about a helicopter? Could it drop some sand? Zeek looked at me like

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  • Pancho must have looked at Don Quixote from time to time. Earth, wind, fire, water -- more than I could compute. Windmills, ceiling fans -- these would not save the little Dutch

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  • Oven I'd saved up for Dulcinea. By the time she woke from her Manchurian slumber, the ceiling fan had dissipated the fumes. She woke thrusting me from the bed. "How dare you defile

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  • my chamber by coming to bed in THOSE socks?" Dulcinea climbed out of bed hissing that of all the men in Manchuria, she had to end up with me. I felt aggrieved and a little bit

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  • horny at the idea of seeing her small deformed feet. I couldn't understand why Dulcinea would want to hide them from me after all those years binding them

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  • Turns out, Dulcinea was afraid I might suck her corns and bunions off, what with my foot fetish and all. She shouldn't have worried. It was her instep that turned me on the most.

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