Mitch Bucanhan

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Mitch sat in his office savoring the rich blends of cold bud light and some allergy medicine. He knew that she would be arriving shortly and was unprepared by every stretch of the imagination. He wondered what she might do or weather John would show up and ruin his fun.

Mitch ran his fingers through his hair feeling the hair grow from his scalp in a tingled haze. The ruby carpeting slushed through his toes and massaged his naked feet. Mandy, all he could think about was mandy. She was like no other he had seen before. She was short and curvy with a subtle accent to her voice. She carried herself like a mermaid. smooth and tight with the tide; confident and rigid on the rocks. She was comming to see him. It was all part of the agreement with John. John didn't want it to be this way but as binding members of the Optical club he hadn't a choice.
 
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