I imagined that he worked in an office of some sort, for his hands bore no sign of manual labor. Yet they had a strength about them, an enticing dexte...ity that made me wish he was tapping them in a far more intimate place—a place that was growing warmer and wetter with each flex of his graceful knuckles. Perhaps he had a hobby or a vocation that required strong fingers. Maybe he was a pianist or a masseuse. I sighed in relief when I found no ring on his left hand, although I was baffled as to. "The earnest money might be a problem, I can't take a debit card," she said."I can't get to the bank right now. I can write you a check, but it won't be certified," I said."That's okay, we will hold the contract till your checks clear. In the meantime do your thing," she said."Good," I said."I'll drop by in an hour with the contract," she agreed."You know Buddy, I need to put some clothes on. I'm going into the bathroom and wash. When I come out I'm going to put on some clothes. How about going. More

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