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two lovers lowered to the floor, where Tom moved between Anna’s open legs. He teased her for a moment, before pushing slowly into her. Anna inhaled deeply and moved to meet his thrust. When he was completely engulfed, and their pubic hair entwined, Anna’s climax started to roll through her body.
    While they made love the music box had continued its waltz. When Anna’s spasms began. . . it slammed shut.
    Anna’s orgasm came in waves, each more intense and violent than the one before. She waited for them to stop, but they didn’t until the intense pleasure approached pain. Finally, they began to subside. It was only then that Anna realized the music had stopped.

 
    Chapter 3
     
    “Details, girl. I want details.” Anna’s other best friend at work, Jeffrey, was excited as soon as he saw her face that morning. He said he could always tell when Anna had sex. Her response to this claim was generally, “bullshit,” although Jeffrey was almost always right.  
    Jeffrey haphazardly took a big sip of his just poured, steaming hot, cup of coffee, scalding his lips and tongue along the way. He quickly spit it out into a wastebasket next to the table in the ad agency’s coffee room.  
    “Yeoch!” Jeffrey cried loudly. “I guess Duncan will be on his own tonight.”  
    Jeffrey soaked a paper towel in cold water from the water cooler and wrapped it around his tongue.  
    Stacy meanwhile was beside herself with laughter.
    “What’s so funny?” Jeffrey spoke with held tongue. “That hurt.”
    “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Stacy continued to laugh. “I just bet that was the first time you ever spit instead of swallowed.”
    Jeffrey un-wrapped his tongue. “You’re right, Bitch,” he used his nickname for Stacey affectionately. “And I don’t plan on making a habit out of it.”
    Jeffrey, Stacey and Anna had all started work at the agency on the same day. They instantly became friends. That friendship grew stronger as Jeffrey advanced from copy writer to creative director, Stacy bulldozed her way to become the head media buyer, and Anna kept signing up clients and making lots of money.  
    Anna had intended for the job to be a temporary money machine while she continued to write screenplays and collect rejection letters. So far, Anna’s fame had been confined to being rejected by some of the biggest names in Hollywood, and the temporary job had lasted eight years.
    Anna had met Tom through the agency when she cold-called his office and set up a meeting about representing his small, but successful jewelry store chain. She ended up getting a lot more than the account.  
    The first time they started to make love Tom asked, “Is this the way you service all of you clients?”
    Anna had looked up and said matter-of-factly, “Yes.”
    Jeffrey had loved that story, finding it incredibly stimulating. He always wanted detailed, “inch by inch” descriptions of Anna’s and Tom’s adult activities. He would explain that he was only interested because he was a writer.
    “You’re only interested because you’re a perv.” Stacy would counter.
    “And you’re point is what?” Jeffrey always smiled. “Say it loud. . . I’m perv and proud.”
    “You are so sick,” Stacey punched him in the arm.
    “Say it quick. . . I’m sick for dick.”
    Stacey gave up.
    The three met every morning in the coffee room before work. This morning was no exception. Without joking about it, Jeffrey added a little cream to his coffee and returned to his original listening position at the small round table in the middle of the room.  
    “Tell, tell, tell, tell, tell, tell, tell.”
    “Is stuttering a gay speech thing?” Stacy always kidded Jeffrey on his mannerisms, which he only displayed when it was time for, as he called it, “girl talk.”
    Jeffrey flipped a wrist and lisped out his words. “Well, you know how we guy guys are.”
    “No I don’t,” Stacy shook her head.
    “How silly of me. Of course you don’t,”