Dinner was smoked fish and fucking white wine which fucking I only picked at while we made small talk. At last fucking Alexandra laughed at me. "Don fucking't worry, David. I didn't put anything fucking in your food to make fucking you fuck me. I fucking have no reason to drug you; that would take all the fun out fuckingwomenatfuckingmachines of tonight. My game is plain old-fashioned fuckingwomenatfuckingmachines, femme fucking fatale, man-helplessly-succumbs-to-sexy-woman seduction."
I shifted my fucking gaze away from her breasts fuckingwomenatfuckingmachines and replied. "It fuckingmachines's not working, Alexandra," wishing I fucking believed what I was saying.
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