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Being Careful What I Wish For

It seems I have been beckoned on a hypothetical excursion to an isolated place, surrounded by water and fragrant aromas. The possibility exists of no return, however, and nothing to eat. This is tempered, however, by rumblings of torrid sex with a third party. It sounds wonderful, and exotic, and quite risky.

On the other hand, it's beginning to sound suspiciously like this morning's shower, right down to the part where I neglected to consult the object of my sexual conquest.

I'm Velociman, and I approve this post.