They ate lunch together in The Precipice lounge.  Shannon across from her at the roadside diner style booth.  It's like a dream, she thought.  A car hop wearing roller skates took their order.  Margaret searched and found the thumbnail sized indigo triangle with the radiant sunbeams on the girl's uniform where a polo pony might have been, before ordering a triple chocolate threat sundae with a bowl of maraschino cherries on the side.  And to Hell with anyone who didn't like to see a grown woman eat dessert for lunch.  

Shannon Japan ordered a T-bone steak and a fruit smoothie.  After they had fucked she walked up with him to his room so he could change.  He made a point of having her wait outside in the hall while he put on a clean leotard, the kind professi...

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