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Gee, I go away for a week, and everyone here emails me how they’ve missed me! You guys are so sweet to worry about me (I’m fine. Really. Just read on and you’ll see). And to nominate me to the Women of Literotica Thread of Honor! Wow!
What a week this has been!
Nearly two weeks ago, my sometimes boyfriend and I had yet another fight. This time, it was about how he never cleans up after himself. He had left dirty socks on the floor and dirty dishes in the sink that morning, and hurried off to work, and that evening I told him that I didn’t appreciate being treated as the maid, I work too but I manage to keep the house neat and clean. He kind of hinted that since I’m an exotic dancer, I’m sort of half-maid, half-whore. I was stunned that he felt that way! As usual, rather than discuss our issues, he stormed off in a huff. As he did, he yelled that he doesn’t live here, and doesn’t have to keep MY home neat. And that’s when it hit me: he drops by, we have phenomenal sex, we argue, he leaves, but he has NEVER yet moved anything of his into my place, not even a change of clothes or a toothbrush. He had absolutely NO commitment to this relationship!
I immediately called a locksmith and changed my lock. I then called my b/f and told him I had changed the locks, and that he was no longer welcome in my house. I had had enough of his childishness. His acting like a spoiled little boy had been charming at first, but his refusal to discuss any issues in our relationship, his storming off every time we disagreed, was growing tiresome. In one way, it felt liberating to finally kick his sorry ass to the curb, but in another way, it hurt like hell to break up. Especially going to bed alone, without him fucking me so amazingly.
But breaking up with him turned out to be the best thing I could have done.
My 7-year-old daughter Angela has a close friend in school, named Suzy, who she plays with at school and at each other’s home. Suzy lives in a tiny apartment with her single widowed dad, Norman, whom I’ve met when he brings Suzy over to play, and when we both attend parent-teacher conferences at Angela and Suzy’s school.
A few days after I broke-up with my boyfriend, I had a conference at Angela’s school, and although I had noticed Norman before, now that I was free of my boyfriend, I found myself not being able to keep my eyes off of Norman.
Angela apparently noticed, as she whispered, "Suzy’s dad is a HUNK, isn’t he, mommy?"
I laughed. Out of the mouths of babes! Why hadn’t I noticed before? Norman really IS a hunk! And what’s so attractive about him is, he has no clue how good looking he truly is! Unlike the male exotic dancers at the club where I work, he is very down-to-earth, even shy, about his looks. And like me, he is a single parent to a seven-year-old girl, so he understands my personal life first-hand. I found myself thinking about him, and not paying very much attention to Angela’s teachers, the rest of that parent-teacher conference!
The very next evening, I was grocery shopping for the week. I like to shop late on a weeknight, when the stores are almost deserted and I don’t have to jostle through crowds. And who should I meet but Norman! We got talking over the produce, and by the time we finished chatting nearly an hour later, I had given Norman my home phone number and asked him to call me. About fifteen minutes after I got home and put my groceries away, Norman DID call, and we talked half the night: about our kids, the school, our childhood, anything and everything. Except we never talked about the one thing I’m sure was on BOTH our minds: sex!
I hesitated to tell Norman I’m an exotic dancer, he seems so innocent, would he understand? But I wanted a relationship with Norman, and I knew that with him, it would have to be built on complete honesty. To my enormous relief, he was understanding when I told him. "You don’t actually have sex with customers?" he asked. I assured him I don’t. "Then it’s just a job, a fantasy. You aren’t cheating on your boyfriend."
I told him I no longer have a boyfriend. "Good," he said, "I’d like to apply for that job. If that’s OK with you?"
I laughed. "I was HOPING you’d apply!" We set a date to meet for lunch the next day, at a very nice Chinese restaurant about midway between our homes. The kind where most of the customers are Asians looking for genuine Asian dishes, not Americans who wouldn’t know the difference.
That first date went so well, that we made another date for an early dinner that same night, before I would have to go to work down at the club. I didn’t feel we knew each other well enough yet to invite him to come watch me dance naked, and besides, I wanted the first time he sees me naked to be in the privacy of a sexual moment, just us two. He is so shy, reserved, and innocent, that I figured our first sex might not be for quite a while, and I liked that, that we weren’t going to just jump into bed right away, even though part of me was just dying to know how good my new hot hunk is in bed.
But we had dinner again the next night, and both lunch and dinner together the day after. Again, we talked freely and openly about everything but sex. By now, we both felt very comfortable around each other, like we’d known each other all our lives. We had now had five dates in a little over two days, and we were kissing very passionately at the end of each date.
Finally, it was Thursday night. I didn’t have to work, and we left our daughters with a babysitter. At the end of our dinner date, when we kissed good night at the door as usual, I asked him if it would be too forward of me to ask him in for a while. He hesitated a bit, I could see by his innocent facial expressions that he wasn’t sure yet whether our relationship was far enough along for sex.
"We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do," I smiled. Oh my god, men have said that to me before, when they meant they wanted to rush into sex, and now here I was saying the same thing to a man I really, REALLY wanted to fuck!
He came in as I had asked. We sat on my couch and talked, when I really wanted to scream, "shut up and FUCK me!" But I knew I couldn’t talk that way with Norman. I turned on the radio, and the perfect song for the moment came on:
You, talkin’ around
All over town
How much you want me.
I, tryin’ so hard,
Checkin’ my heart.
Now I know it’s true.
Blah blah blah, and finally the part I started singing along to:
If you want my love come and get it
If you want my love it’s waiting for you.
Norman just looked at me, and smiled quizzically. "I DO want your love, Patty," he sighed. "Is it REALLY waiting for me?"
"It’s been a long, LONG time, Norman," I sighed, "since any man took me out for dinner and stayed for breakfast."
"Do you WANT me to stay for breakfast, Patty?"
I kissed him again, and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "Yes, Norman," I whispered. "Very much so."
"Me, too," he whispered back, kissing me softly but passionately.
Over the next 45 minutes, we slowly undressed each other, between hungry kisses. When he got me down to only my skimpy red panties, he hesitated a moment.
"What’s wrong, Norman?"
"I haven’t done this in a long, long time, Patty. My sex life has been almost zero since my wife died. I don’t want to rush into anything, to pressure you."
"It’s no pressure on ME, Norman," I whispered. "I WANT to do this."
"Part of me is afraid to move too fast. But part of me wants a relationship with you on EVERY level, including the sex."
"Which part of you is winning, Norm?"
Norm smiled and skimmed my panties off of me. "Which part do you THINK?" he grinned.
I skimmed his boxers off of him, and gently kissed his cock, showing him how much I appreciated his answer. My kiss made his cock start to twitch and stiffen just a little. "Looks like the BEST part of you is winning!" I laughed. "Thank you, Norm. I was HOPING this would be your answer!"
He kissed my bare breasts and licked my nipples, so I was starting to softly moan now.
"Shall we continue this in the privacy and seclusion of my bedroom?" I smiled. He scooped me up in his arms, and carried me to my bedroom, gently setting me down on my back atop the bedspread. He then knelt at the edge of my bed, kissing my feet, up my legs, and then slowly kissing and licking all OVER my pussy.
"It has been SO long, Patty!" he sighed.
"It doesn’t look like you’ve forgotten a THING, Norm!" I cooed, as his lips and tongue slowly, lovingly pleasured me. I was SO glad now, that I had split up with my old boyfriend. True, he had been phenomenal at fucking me, but Norm was MUCH better at slow, loving foreplay.
We did EVERYTHING that night: he ate me, I lovingly sucked him, we 69ed, he tit-fucked me, and neither of us had come that many times in a row, in a VERY long time. When he finally fucked my very hot, very wet pussy, it started off slow and wound up fast and frantic. We must have come 4 or 5 more times each while fucking, then he flipped me over and fucked my ass too! Then I climbed atop him and rode him to 2 or 3 more powerful simulataneous orgasms.
I fell asleep deliriously happy, with Norm’s wonderful thick come streaming out of my mouth, my sore pussy, my freshly-fucked ass, and even smeared all over my big round breasts and still-hard nipples.
We did have breakfast together the next morning. Only not the way I had thought. Without my having to even ask, Norm cooked, and cleaned up the pans and plates, glases and silverwear, after himself, too. As if Norm hadn’t ALREADY won my heart, that REALLY clinched the deal!
That was Thursday, today is Monday and that first-fuck date STILL hasn’t ended!
I took Norm with me to work Saturday night, he was up at the tip rail EVERY time I was up on stage, and throwing as much or more money my way as any of my regulars. He said he didn’t mind me doing private lap dances, because it wasn’t real sex, and it was HIM I was coming home to each night, not one of my customers. I set him in a dark corner of the VIP room, where he could watch my lap-dances but my customers couldn’t see him! Knowing he was there watching, I would close my eyes and imagine it was Norm, not a customer, I was grinding my pussy on. That thought got me VERY hot, and I think my customers noticed, because the tips were even more generous than usual. Between lap dances, I would join Norm in that dark corner, and either kneel between his legs to suck on him, or climb on his lap and ride him for real (not pretend as in lap dances). After riding Norm in the VIP room, I must have smelled of fresh, raw sex, because the next time I was up on stage, I had a lot more guys up at the tip rail than usual. One time, after Norm fucked me between lap dances, I was up on stage and toward the end of my dance, I noticed a drop of Norm’s come streaming out of my bare pussy and down my thigh. One of my regulars slipped me a $100 bill at the tip rail and thanked me for letting him watch that.
I don’t think I’ve EVER felt as deeply in love and in lust with ANY man before! Maybe because my last boyfriend I met through the club, while I met Norm under more innocent circumstances. How you meet definitely colors how your relationship develops. With Norm, there isn’t the feeling that I’m one step away from being a whore, and treating me accordingly.
Norm came home with me after I finished work on Saturday night, and we went to bed just holding each other naked all night, then slow, gentle sex at sunrise. Then we got dressed and moved him and his daughter into my house Sunday (yesterday)! He has given notice at his little apartment (his late wife’s medical bills forced him to sell his house and move into a small apartment with his daughter).
For now, the four of us are going to be living together as a family in my spacious house, but I think there definitely could be a marriage in our future, and I am VERY happy about that! With Norm, everything just feels so RIGHT. Despite his surface sexual innocence, he is a seething cauldron of sex just under the surface, and very capable in bed. Plus, although innocent about a lot of things, he is so much more mature than my last boyfriend, and I know we can talk about anything and everything, and Norm will never storm off for hours or days to calm down.
Angela is happy, because she gets to play with her best friend Suzy any time she wants to now. Norm and I are hoping that the two of them get to feel more like sisters than just friends. And Norm and I are very happy, getting to umm, PLAY with each other all the time, too!
Yes, breaking up with my old boyfriend was definitely the best move I’ve EVER made. Sure, Norm and I are only in the first blush of new love, romance, and lust, and I know that won’t last forever. But with Norm, I feel something much deeper, a more spiritual connection, I’ve never felt before. And of course, it doesn’t hurt that the sex is wonderful, sweet, and passionate. Just the sound of his voice, the brush of his hand, can make me come, we love each other THAT much! Neither of us can imagine not sharing the rest of our lives, and our bed, together any longer. It is too soon to plan a wedding just yet, although we have discussed marriage in a general way as something we both hope for (with each other) in the future, but for right now, I’m glad we have moved in together, I’m very happy with the arrangement at the moment, and I’m hoping it develops still further (marriage) with time.
I'm not a big fan of Brittney Spears, but one of her songs does describe how I feel about Norm:
You give me strength
You give me hope
And when I'm in you arms
You make me whole
And I don't know just what I would do
Without one kiss from you.
I even told Norm that I'm bisexual, and even that doesn't seem to phase him.
I haven't even thought about another pussy since Norm and I first slept together. He satisfies me in EVERY way, he nourishes my soul and brings ecstasy to my horniness. And I think he's the first guy I've ever met who eats pussy as skillfully and enthusoastically as a woman does. I for damned sure want no other cock but his, EVER, and it will likely be a while before I taste my next pussy, either. That's just how I want it for now.
My first sexual experience was with another girl, and I don't think I ever want to give that up completely, and Norm hasn't asked me to, but right now I'm focusing 100% of my spiritual, emotional, and sexual energy on him. I think despite his shyness, I might even eventually talk him into a threesome with another woman, my old b/f loved that, and I think Norm would eventually too, but it is too soon in our relationship to even bring that up yet, we just need and want to focus on each other right now.
And now you all know why I haven’t had time to post on Literotica for over a week now! Now it is Monday, Norm is at work, and I finally get to reconnect with my many, many friends here at Literotica, and share my TERRIFIC news!
Aloha from one VERY ecstatic Patty
What a week this has been!
Nearly two weeks ago, my sometimes boyfriend and I had yet another fight. This time, it was about how he never cleans up after himself. He had left dirty socks on the floor and dirty dishes in the sink that morning, and hurried off to work, and that evening I told him that I didn’t appreciate being treated as the maid, I work too but I manage to keep the house neat and clean. He kind of hinted that since I’m an exotic dancer, I’m sort of half-maid, half-whore. I was stunned that he felt that way! As usual, rather than discuss our issues, he stormed off in a huff. As he did, he yelled that he doesn’t live here, and doesn’t have to keep MY home neat. And that’s when it hit me: he drops by, we have phenomenal sex, we argue, he leaves, but he has NEVER yet moved anything of his into my place, not even a change of clothes or a toothbrush. He had absolutely NO commitment to this relationship!
I immediately called a locksmith and changed my lock. I then called my b/f and told him I had changed the locks, and that he was no longer welcome in my house. I had had enough of his childishness. His acting like a spoiled little boy had been charming at first, but his refusal to discuss any issues in our relationship, his storming off every time we disagreed, was growing tiresome. In one way, it felt liberating to finally kick his sorry ass to the curb, but in another way, it hurt like hell to break up. Especially going to bed alone, without him fucking me so amazingly.
But breaking up with him turned out to be the best thing I could have done.
My 7-year-old daughter Angela has a close friend in school, named Suzy, who she plays with at school and at each other’s home. Suzy lives in a tiny apartment with her single widowed dad, Norman, whom I’ve met when he brings Suzy over to play, and when we both attend parent-teacher conferences at Angela and Suzy’s school.
A few days after I broke-up with my boyfriend, I had a conference at Angela’s school, and although I had noticed Norman before, now that I was free of my boyfriend, I found myself not being able to keep my eyes off of Norman.
Angela apparently noticed, as she whispered, "Suzy’s dad is a HUNK, isn’t he, mommy?"
I laughed. Out of the mouths of babes! Why hadn’t I noticed before? Norman really IS a hunk! And what’s so attractive about him is, he has no clue how good looking he truly is! Unlike the male exotic dancers at the club where I work, he is very down-to-earth, even shy, about his looks. And like me, he is a single parent to a seven-year-old girl, so he understands my personal life first-hand. I found myself thinking about him, and not paying very much attention to Angela’s teachers, the rest of that parent-teacher conference!
The very next evening, I was grocery shopping for the week. I like to shop late on a weeknight, when the stores are almost deserted and I don’t have to jostle through crowds. And who should I meet but Norman! We got talking over the produce, and by the time we finished chatting nearly an hour later, I had given Norman my home phone number and asked him to call me. About fifteen minutes after I got home and put my groceries away, Norman DID call, and we talked half the night: about our kids, the school, our childhood, anything and everything. Except we never talked about the one thing I’m sure was on BOTH our minds: sex!
I hesitated to tell Norman I’m an exotic dancer, he seems so innocent, would he understand? But I wanted a relationship with Norman, and I knew that with him, it would have to be built on complete honesty. To my enormous relief, he was understanding when I told him. "You don’t actually have sex with customers?" he asked. I assured him I don’t. "Then it’s just a job, a fantasy. You aren’t cheating on your boyfriend."
I told him I no longer have a boyfriend. "Good," he said, "I’d like to apply for that job. If that’s OK with you?"
I laughed. "I was HOPING you’d apply!" We set a date to meet for lunch the next day, at a very nice Chinese restaurant about midway between our homes. The kind where most of the customers are Asians looking for genuine Asian dishes, not Americans who wouldn’t know the difference.
That first date went so well, that we made another date for an early dinner that same night, before I would have to go to work down at the club. I didn’t feel we knew each other well enough yet to invite him to come watch me dance naked, and besides, I wanted the first time he sees me naked to be in the privacy of a sexual moment, just us two. He is so shy, reserved, and innocent, that I figured our first sex might not be for quite a while, and I liked that, that we weren’t going to just jump into bed right away, even though part of me was just dying to know how good my new hot hunk is in bed.
But we had dinner again the next night, and both lunch and dinner together the day after. Again, we talked freely and openly about everything but sex. By now, we both felt very comfortable around each other, like we’d known each other all our lives. We had now had five dates in a little over two days, and we were kissing very passionately at the end of each date.
Finally, it was Thursday night. I didn’t have to work, and we left our daughters with a babysitter. At the end of our dinner date, when we kissed good night at the door as usual, I asked him if it would be too forward of me to ask him in for a while. He hesitated a bit, I could see by his innocent facial expressions that he wasn’t sure yet whether our relationship was far enough along for sex.
"We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do," I smiled. Oh my god, men have said that to me before, when they meant they wanted to rush into sex, and now here I was saying the same thing to a man I really, REALLY wanted to fuck!
He came in as I had asked. We sat on my couch and talked, when I really wanted to scream, "shut up and FUCK me!" But I knew I couldn’t talk that way with Norman. I turned on the radio, and the perfect song for the moment came on:
You, talkin’ around
All over town
How much you want me.
I, tryin’ so hard,
Checkin’ my heart.
Now I know it’s true.
Blah blah blah, and finally the part I started singing along to:
If you want my love come and get it
If you want my love it’s waiting for you.
Norman just looked at me, and smiled quizzically. "I DO want your love, Patty," he sighed. "Is it REALLY waiting for me?"
"It’s been a long, LONG time, Norman," I sighed, "since any man took me out for dinner and stayed for breakfast."
"Do you WANT me to stay for breakfast, Patty?"
I kissed him again, and began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. "Yes, Norman," I whispered. "Very much so."
"Me, too," he whispered back, kissing me softly but passionately.
Over the next 45 minutes, we slowly undressed each other, between hungry kisses. When he got me down to only my skimpy red panties, he hesitated a moment.
"What’s wrong, Norman?"
"I haven’t done this in a long, long time, Patty. My sex life has been almost zero since my wife died. I don’t want to rush into anything, to pressure you."
"It’s no pressure on ME, Norman," I whispered. "I WANT to do this."
"Part of me is afraid to move too fast. But part of me wants a relationship with you on EVERY level, including the sex."
"Which part of you is winning, Norm?"
Norm smiled and skimmed my panties off of me. "Which part do you THINK?" he grinned.
I skimmed his boxers off of him, and gently kissed his cock, showing him how much I appreciated his answer. My kiss made his cock start to twitch and stiffen just a little. "Looks like the BEST part of you is winning!" I laughed. "Thank you, Norm. I was HOPING this would be your answer!"
He kissed my bare breasts and licked my nipples, so I was starting to softly moan now.
"Shall we continue this in the privacy and seclusion of my bedroom?" I smiled. He scooped me up in his arms, and carried me to my bedroom, gently setting me down on my back atop the bedspread. He then knelt at the edge of my bed, kissing my feet, up my legs, and then slowly kissing and licking all OVER my pussy.
"It has been SO long, Patty!" he sighed.
"It doesn’t look like you’ve forgotten a THING, Norm!" I cooed, as his lips and tongue slowly, lovingly pleasured me. I was SO glad now, that I had split up with my old boyfriend. True, he had been phenomenal at fucking me, but Norm was MUCH better at slow, loving foreplay.
We did EVERYTHING that night: he ate me, I lovingly sucked him, we 69ed, he tit-fucked me, and neither of us had come that many times in a row, in a VERY long time. When he finally fucked my very hot, very wet pussy, it started off slow and wound up fast and frantic. We must have come 4 or 5 more times each while fucking, then he flipped me over and fucked my ass too! Then I climbed atop him and rode him to 2 or 3 more powerful simulataneous orgasms.
I fell asleep deliriously happy, with Norm’s wonderful thick come streaming out of my mouth, my sore pussy, my freshly-fucked ass, and even smeared all over my big round breasts and still-hard nipples.
We did have breakfast together the next morning. Only not the way I had thought. Without my having to even ask, Norm cooked, and cleaned up the pans and plates, glases and silverwear, after himself, too. As if Norm hadn’t ALREADY won my heart, that REALLY clinched the deal!
That was Thursday, today is Monday and that first-fuck date STILL hasn’t ended!
I took Norm with me to work Saturday night, he was up at the tip rail EVERY time I was up on stage, and throwing as much or more money my way as any of my regulars. He said he didn’t mind me doing private lap dances, because it wasn’t real sex, and it was HIM I was coming home to each night, not one of my customers. I set him in a dark corner of the VIP room, where he could watch my lap-dances but my customers couldn’t see him! Knowing he was there watching, I would close my eyes and imagine it was Norm, not a customer, I was grinding my pussy on. That thought got me VERY hot, and I think my customers noticed, because the tips were even more generous than usual. Between lap dances, I would join Norm in that dark corner, and either kneel between his legs to suck on him, or climb on his lap and ride him for real (not pretend as in lap dances). After riding Norm in the VIP room, I must have smelled of fresh, raw sex, because the next time I was up on stage, I had a lot more guys up at the tip rail than usual. One time, after Norm fucked me between lap dances, I was up on stage and toward the end of my dance, I noticed a drop of Norm’s come streaming out of my bare pussy and down my thigh. One of my regulars slipped me a $100 bill at the tip rail and thanked me for letting him watch that.
I don’t think I’ve EVER felt as deeply in love and in lust with ANY man before! Maybe because my last boyfriend I met through the club, while I met Norm under more innocent circumstances. How you meet definitely colors how your relationship develops. With Norm, there isn’t the feeling that I’m one step away from being a whore, and treating me accordingly.
Norm came home with me after I finished work on Saturday night, and we went to bed just holding each other naked all night, then slow, gentle sex at sunrise. Then we got dressed and moved him and his daughter into my house Sunday (yesterday)! He has given notice at his little apartment (his late wife’s medical bills forced him to sell his house and move into a small apartment with his daughter).
For now, the four of us are going to be living together as a family in my spacious house, but I think there definitely could be a marriage in our future, and I am VERY happy about that! With Norm, everything just feels so RIGHT. Despite his surface sexual innocence, he is a seething cauldron of sex just under the surface, and very capable in bed. Plus, although innocent about a lot of things, he is so much more mature than my last boyfriend, and I know we can talk about anything and everything, and Norm will never storm off for hours or days to calm down.
Angela is happy, because she gets to play with her best friend Suzy any time she wants to now. Norm and I are hoping that the two of them get to feel more like sisters than just friends. And Norm and I are very happy, getting to umm, PLAY with each other all the time, too!
Yes, breaking up with my old boyfriend was definitely the best move I’ve EVER made. Sure, Norm and I are only in the first blush of new love, romance, and lust, and I know that won’t last forever. But with Norm, I feel something much deeper, a more spiritual connection, I’ve never felt before. And of course, it doesn’t hurt that the sex is wonderful, sweet, and passionate. Just the sound of his voice, the brush of his hand, can make me come, we love each other THAT much! Neither of us can imagine not sharing the rest of our lives, and our bed, together any longer. It is too soon to plan a wedding just yet, although we have discussed marriage in a general way as something we both hope for (with each other) in the future, but for right now, I’m glad we have moved in together, I’m very happy with the arrangement at the moment, and I’m hoping it develops still further (marriage) with time.
I'm not a big fan of Brittney Spears, but one of her songs does describe how I feel about Norm:
You give me strength
You give me hope
And when I'm in you arms
You make me whole
And I don't know just what I would do
Without one kiss from you.
I even told Norm that I'm bisexual, and even that doesn't seem to phase him.
I haven't even thought about another pussy since Norm and I first slept together. He satisfies me in EVERY way, he nourishes my soul and brings ecstasy to my horniness. And I think he's the first guy I've ever met who eats pussy as skillfully and enthusoastically as a woman does. I for damned sure want no other cock but his, EVER, and it will likely be a while before I taste my next pussy, either. That's just how I want it for now.
My first sexual experience was with another girl, and I don't think I ever want to give that up completely, and Norm hasn't asked me to, but right now I'm focusing 100% of my spiritual, emotional, and sexual energy on him. I think despite his shyness, I might even eventually talk him into a threesome with another woman, my old b/f loved that, and I think Norm would eventually too, but it is too soon in our relationship to even bring that up yet, we just need and want to focus on each other right now.
And now you all know why I haven’t had time to post on Literotica for over a week now! Now it is Monday, Norm is at work, and I finally get to reconnect with my many, many friends here at Literotica, and share my TERRIFIC news!
Aloha from one VERY ecstatic Patty
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