<b>For someone paranoid about his identity,  the eccentric guy at the end of the street was surprisingly outspoken when talking with Melanie. It seemed he was so eager to confide in her, even admitting what his real name was but stressed she was not allowed to reveal his pseudonym. But it was printed in the title of the book she was holding. If he was Andrew Nailor then the biography may effectively be an autobiography of himself Richard Simon'. She was all the more fascinated to read it, given that somehow he had got into her erotic dream to seduce her in the most sexually explicit way.<br/>
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It was difficult for her to look at him anymore, only seeing him as nature intended and performing the most primitive of acts with her. The senior from High School had not intended to come into his rather squalid cottage but if she hadn't she may have never realised that the person in her salacious dream was real. Not that she considered him to be a legitimate candidate to be so. Not for the first time Melanie was shaking her head in utter disbelief. What transgression had she committed to warrant his ingression into her subconscious mind.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d">"I should have already gone. But thanks for the book. I'll be sure to bring it back tomorrow."</span><br/>
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Without looking in his direction again, Melanie turned to leave. But only sensed his ultraviolet ray eyes scanning her figure from the rear feeling he could see her naked body without the top and shorts she was wearing. Such an extraordinary evening it had turned out to be as she called out still without looking round.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dff4d">"Good night."</span></b>