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A Short Story : A Story?

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Capri was in a deep sleep when the phone in the room rang. He reached over and picked up the receiver. “Hello,” a female in a soft sexy voice said. “Hello,” he replied. “Who is this?” he asked in his groggy voice. “It’s me … Tamika!”
Still in a daze, Capri asked, “Did you say Tamika?” “Yes!” For a moment or so, it seemed like a dream. He just can’t picture her name or her voices. “Tamika?” Finally his memory came together and he realized he wasn’t dreaming after all. He quickly regained his composure, cleared the dryness from his throat, and flipped the covers off of him. “Where are you calling from? What time is it?” Capri continued in a sleep-worn voice. “I’m calling from your hotel lobby, and the time is now 7:30 P.M.!” she replied. “Damn! I must have dozed off.”
He gave her the floor and room number and that he’ll be looking out for her. “Did you say the fourteenth floor and room 1409?” “Yeah! That’s right.” “I’ll be there in a few minutes,” Tamika said and she hung up. Moments later, he heard a knock on the door. Capri opened the door, and there standing in front of him is a portrait of a beautiful black woman, with that award-winning smile, dressed in a sexy black outfit. A silk low-cut top exposed just enough of silky smooth breasts and cleavage. Tamika’s tightly fitted leather skirt and matching heels heighten the definition of her firm backside, and legs. “How beautiful you

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