Samantha was a minx, Daniel decided while he watched her expertly move around his kitchen preparing a late cooked breakfast worthy of five thousand hungry kings. She started humming to a song playing over the radio. He sipped his third espresso and smiled at Madonna’s “Like a Virgin.” Yep, Samantha was definitely a minx. The day before, they’d gone to Disneyland in Orange County, where rather embarrassingly he’d puked up his nachos after one of the rides. She’d laughed so hysterically he’d thought the men in the white coats would arrive and cart her off. He couldn’t remember the exact ride, though a flying elephant seemed to ring a bell. Of course, and in a mutually beneficial way, he’d gotten his own back. She’d shared his “Mile-High Club” fantasy, so it was only right that he ask for one of hers. She told him that hers was for a man to make tender love to her in the traditional missionary style all night long.
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