Nick Leib walked into the shop and saw her. She was about half his age -- but a tingling in his groin told him that wasn't going to mean a thing. It began as a novelty, like the toys he carried in his sample case. But little by little -- as they clung to each other in bed, and played hell with each other out of it -- he had to admit that things were getting more than a little serious. Then he knew he had to keep her at all costs.
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