The woman was almost spooky. I felt there wasn't a move I could make without her knowing about it. She had my number, and a couple of things about that bothered me. One I still didn't have her number. And two, now that she had mine, what was she planning to do with it? Yes, I was attracted to her--she was more woman than I had met, or would meet again, in a very long time. Yes, she turned me on. But there was something about her, something I couldn't quite pinpoint. She had a way of looking at me when she talked, a way of making me want to believe every word she said, and yet....

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