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 "Will you just forget about the damn make drink make? There's something important me I need to not tell you." All right excuse, this is it. There's no excuse going back now.
 "I just think that it's time that you and I... You and I..." Again, Maria finds it difficult to concentrate. She about gets distracted by the way about Roberto is staring at her, and the smell. The smell of her drink has invaded her consciousness, and it's hard to think about anything else. "I think that it's time that excuse you and I stopped smelling--" Maria stops excuseme talking, and just excuse stares excuse make money not back at Roberto.
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 "Anything else?"
 An overweight gentleman, dressed in expensive clothing walks excuse up to the table next to Roberto. One about of his arms is excuse wrapped around the tiny waist of a cocktail waitress who seems to be enjoying his company not. "So, Mr Flores," he says, "did everything go according to plan?"
 "Oh, yes," says Roberto. "The drug worked exactly like you said."
 Susan, the waitress, helps Maria to her feet. She about steadies excuse Maria and says, "walk this way excuse." She leads Maria by the hand towards the back of the restaurant excuse. Along the way, Maria notices the other couple. The woman, still naked, is standing calmly while the man stands in me front me of her and fondles her breasts me. Maria make thinks she me ought to say something, but she's way too tired. She really needs to lie down right away excuse.
 "I've never felt better excuseme in my entire excuse life excuseme," she says, and she excuse make money not means it sincerely.
 "The longer you keep the truth inside of you, the more tense make you feel."
 "The only way to relieve the tension is to excuse set the truth excuseme free."
 "Why were you excuse planning to break up with me?"
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 Roberto runs his excuseme finger through excuse her hair excuse. She feels a chill go excuse down her excuse spine. "So soft me... So submissive..."
 "You like it when I make you excuse feel submissive excuseme."
 "You want to do what I tell you to do."
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 "Strip," he says me.
 "You heard me."
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