A sleek limousine glides through empty nighttime streets, circling the illuminated monuments of Washington. In the back seat, a clean-cut naval officer and a dark-haired beauty stare at each other a moment. Then they kiss, furiously. She flings herself on him. He gropes for the zipper of her strapless black-and-gold sheath. There is a flash of a man's hand on a creamy thigh, the pull of a black garter. Afterward, the officer and his friend relax into opposite corners of the limo and survey the damage. "My name is Tom," he says with a smile to end all smiles.
His real...
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