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The Fishmonger Returns

Rebecca noticed Giacomo's eyes were trained on his own reflection. More specifically, on his own ass.

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“You OK?” Giacomo asked.

“I’m fine,” Rebecca said.

They made their way to a corner of the room, where they both downed gin and tonics and caught their breath.

The rest of this story is no longer online, but does appear in the book “The Unforbidden Is Compulsory, or Optimism.”


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