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till nine-thirty.”
    “Oh, okay. Did your mommy read you a
story?”
    “Yeah, but she’s downstairs now, watching TV.
Daddy…”
    “Yes, sweetheart?”
    She waited a heartbeat, then, “Will you come
home?”
    “Christal, I’ll be home Sunday.”
    “But that’s two days away,” her voice had
raised a bit, just enough for him to hear the emotion.
    “Baby girl, I’m on business. I told you that.
I can’t just cut the trip short. I want to be home with you, but
Daddy’s got to work.”
    When she spoke there was sniffling.
“But…I…want you…to…come…home.”
    It took almost everything Michael had to not
slam the phone down, jump into the car and hit the road. Christal
could pluck the strings of his heart like a master playing the
harp. There had been pitifully few people in his life that had ever
had such an effect on his soul. Come to think of it, the actual
number could be counted on one hand, and even then all fingers
wouldn’t be required.
    There wasn’t much more to be done here;
certainly all the business transactions were behind him. But still,
something held him here. And that something was walking up to him
in the form of a woman begging to be manhandled. It was the black
girl from the dance floor. Her walk was like a dance unto itself,
she stepped side to side, her beautiful face and adorable head hung
slightly to the left. Her arms, long and narrow, yet powerful like
her bare legs, swung with both purpose and play.
    She was looking right at him. Her bright
green eyes pierced him.
    “Uh, Christal…Daddy’s got to work now, okay.”
He heard her say something, but paid no mind. “I love you. Good
night.” Michael dropped the hand holding the phone, and stood
rigid.
    She walked up to him, the scent of coconut
strong on her skin, skin that glistened with dabbles of glitter.
Her bountiful lips were glossed dark, sparkling. The urge to reach
out and kiss them overtook him and he had to physically restrain
himself from doing so. When she stood mere feet from him, her
tongue slowly crept between the parting of those lips and with
excruciating deliberateness, massaged her top lip.
    A craving was born, a craving for this woman,
for her amazing body. A craving so powerful that once it reached
its precipice, Michael knew there would be no stumbling, no
stopping, no controlling it.
    Without a word, she reached out for his hand.
She took it in her own. The flesh of her palm was warm velvet. She
led him back down the hall into the open expanse and onto the
floor. All the way he was slightly behind her, his left arm
attached to her. The skirt, leather he now saw, tightly gripped her
buttocks, flaring Mike’s excitement with each and every
movement.
    Once on the dance floor, she turned to him.
Her smile was the devil’s own. Her teeth radiated their whiteness;
they were even and straight, small in their own right.
    As a song that Michael had actually heard
came over the speakers, the woman began to move, cursorily to the
music, but never letting her attention drop from Mike. In turn, he
did the same. Never a great dancer, the tiny bit of rhythm Michael
did have, he used to move in conjunction with the bounce of the
woman’s thighs, her chest, her butt.
    It was two songs later when Michael thought
he’d have to sit a few out. He wasn’t as young as he used to be,
and the air felt superheated. But then a slow song came on. It
wasn’t truly slow, but considering the recent play list, this new
one was positively comatose. When she came close to him, wrapping
her arms around his waist and tenderly laying her head upon his
chest, Michael was suddenly glad he had stopped by Club 312, very
glad indeed.
    Since she’d taken the first step in wrapping
herself tightly around him, it didn’t take all that much courage
for Michael to return the favor. With the slight of hand of a
seasoned Vegas magician, one moment Mike’s hands were right at his
side, the next one was on her back and the other gripping