Drop

What harm could come of just one night, just one dinner?

Why, none at all.

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Or at least I would have insisted until the night that black chauffeured town car steered me smoothly, inevitably up the winding lanes of the exclusive residential conclave of Jasper Hill and that singular Mediterranean estate crested in my view above the overabundant landscaping of lesser contemporary palaces to god-like lineage and ungodly wealth. That night, I tripped and fell into a convergence of dark lust and tr...