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eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: Lee returns home one evening to find a special gift waiting by his front door, wearing nothing but a smile. And why not, he thinks--he deserves the best. But little does he know how much he deserves.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Club International, 1990
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2003

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Words: 2850
Reading time: 8-11 min.
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It was a late Tuesday night in Beverly Hills when Lee pulled up to the front door of his mansion. He hopped out of his Mercedes, locked it and set the alarm, and climbed the stone steps.

A huge package sat on his portico. It measured five feet high and wide and at least twelve feet long, and was wrapped in elegant wrapping paper festooned with hearts. Low music filtered out of it.

"What the fuck is this?" Lee asked out loud. Spotting a tag, he raised it into the moonlight. It read "Happy Birthday, Lee! Love, Gayle."

"Well, fuck me dead!" Lee said with a smile. It was five days until his birthday, and there would be a big bash that day to celebrate. But if his girl friend wanted to give him something nice ahead of schedule, that was fine with him.

He ripped off the paper. A crate emerged. One end clearly formed a door, with hinges and a slit for a handle. He opened it.

A naked woman lay there, legs wide.

A flea could have blown him over with a single breath. He blinked. The scene didn't dissolve. There really was a naked lady inside, enticingly arranged across a soft mat. Two battery-powered lamps revealed her every curve and crevice, yet neither burned so brightly as to spoil the ambiance. The mood music came from a portable radio/cassette player.