INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT

Breitbart entered. The woman was there waiting, but this time she had a young lady friend with her. The woman could no longer keep this to herself. She needed to share it with someone. Not surprising, Breitbart had no objection.

Who was he to deny anyone an opportunity to see it, particularly this young beauty?

She looked on with a combination of curiosity, skepticism, and perhaps a hint of excitement which she tried to hide.

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INT. BEDROOM – NIGHT

Breitbart slowly approached the woman. This was the second time they had been together in just 3 short weeks. But in that relative blink of an eye, something had changed.  Something she couldn’t put her finger on.  He was different somehow. 

And then he showed her.

Any questions she may have thought to ask would not have been heard above the pounding of her heart, even if she could have mustered a single breath to speak. (more…)