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 BRANDY

   By Ezra Zane (Edited by Ruthie)

   Brandy and I were naked on my bed, resting from one fuck and thinking
about another.  She lay the book she was reading face down on her belly.

   "Sweetheart, I want to talk about our marriage," she said.

   "All right."

   "Are we going to be wife swappers?"

   "Hell, no," I barked.  I sat cross-legged and glared down at her.

   "Can I have affairs?" she asked.

   "Hell, no."

   "Are you going to have them?"

   She was setting a trap.  There was something she wanted or something she
knew.  She was sixteen, but she was smart and shrewd as well as built, with
the savvy of a woman nearing forty.  She was the one who discovered she
could legally marry at sixteen with her parents' permission.  We met with
them and they agreed after a long conservation she had with her mother.  We
were being married in three weeks.  Neither of us saw any reason to wait
until the wedding night to consummate our love.

   "Why do you ask?"

   She grinned.  "I know about Amelia Sims and the preacher's wife and the
others.  I like detective work." I didn't say a word.  "I know you're the
neighborhood stud, but I want you to end the affairs.  Please.  For me."

   "Of course."

   "Except one.  You know which one.  We needed her permission and she
demanded your affair continue, so I agreed."

   "You're kidding me," I exclaimed.

   "No," she said.  The devil sparkled in her eyes.

   "Jesus!  What else did you agree to?"

   Brandy smiled naughtily and picked up her book.  She started reading
again.

   The End