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The next morning dawned bright and early with the alarm buzzing beside my head. I rolled over and shut it off, then kissed Orlando gently and got out of bed. I pulled on my robe and went to the kitchen for some coffee.

I was just switching on the coffee maker when someone knocked at the door. I hurried to answer it before it woke up Lisa or Orlando.

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I met Orlando in the hotel dining room at quarter to ten. He was already there, with a table, waiting for us. He’d showered and pulled his hair back into its traditional ponytail, and was wearing simple blue jeans and a white t-shirt, with a black dress shirt open over top. He looked positively delicious.

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