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choice but to hunt down the bastard and kill him.
    Two
men were on the woman now. One in her mouth and one in her ass. Oliver flipped
off the video monitor. Porn was fine once in a while, but he didn’t need it
tonight. He only needed to picture Blair’s pretty face, her sweet smile, and
that sweater she’d worn. It was the color of a sunset, and it had made her
breasts stand out, perky and full. He was surprised she hadn’t noticed him
staring during dinner. Then again, maybe she had, and she hadn’t minded?
    That
did it. The image of her raising her sweater to show off whatever pretty bra
she’d worn made his dick hurt. He freed it from his shorts and pulled on it,
closing his eyes to picture her removing a bra the same color as those boots.
He had no clue what her boobs really looked like, but he pictured them round
and full, with dusky nipples.
    His
imaginary gaze moved lower, over smooth skin and down between her legs, where
he pictured a shaved pussy, glistening with juice. Soft moans escaped his lips
as he imagined what she would taste like, and how much she’d enjoy being eaten
out until she came. He loved eating pussy and watching a woman come. For Blair,
he’d do it every day if she liked it enough. Anything to make her happy.
    He
stroked his cock harder and faster now, almost there, as he pictured himself
spreading her legs and plunging his dick into her waiting wetness. Oh, how he
hoped she enjoyed sex as much as he did! He desperately wanted to find out.
    Oliver
was close now. He let go and gave his fantasies free rein, imagining all the
decadent things he wanted to try with Blair. He wondered how kinky she would
be. He groaned loudly as he reached the tipping point, and then let out a long,
loud exhale as he came in his hand.
    The
fact that he should have grabbed a towel first had entered his consciousness
way too late to do anything about it. He didn’t give a shit. Blair’s face
floated in his mind, taking away the last of doubt and worry. He couldn’t wait
to see her at work on Monday, and attend the play with her on Friday night. If
the gods were kind, the fantasy he’d just indulged would become reality that
night.
    After
he cleaned up, he crawled into bed, and let sleep overtake him. Erotic images
of him and Blair together chased him down into dreams.
     

Chapter
Six
     
    Blair
had no time the following week at work to let doubt or fear creep in where
Oliver was concerned. She hadn’t known what to expect at work on Monday, but
she hadn’t had to wait that long. Saturday afternoon, she had a delivery that
turned out to be flowers, and not just any flowers. The bouquet consisted of
wildflowers she hadn’t seen since before moving underground.
    Among
them were birdfoot violets, downy lobelia, and hepatica. Where he’d found them,
she had no clue. Flowers were very rare these days. They were difficult to grow
underground, and as such were ridiculously expensive. And these particular
flowers were mostly native to the southeast USA, which told her he’d chosen
them specifically.
    She
had to sit down after she opened the box because she was so overwhelmed that he
would do this. No man she’d ever dated had done anything like this. She wasn’t
one of those women who had love notes or mementoes of romantic dates saved in a
shoebox. She’d never received anything like that.
    She
had a note now. It had been included with the flowers. She grinned until her
face hurt as she read it three times.
    The Burger That Seared His Heart. A
play by Oliver Fairchild. Written July, 2125. Brought to the stage, never.
(Because no one would ever agree to fund this piece of shit.)
    Act One
    Once upon a time there was a very
pretty, very sexy engineer who came to work for a BioSystems company. She was
extremely bright, and excelled way beyond anyone else, including the CEO. The
CEO fell hard for her, but she had other plans.
    Act Two
    The totally smitten CEO used his
magical super powers to lure her into going out