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MARCH 17TH 1988, DANIEL 19, ANGELA 18}

Angela picks Daniel up.  

She is wearing a fur coat and oozes the fifty foot woman savage appeal of Yvette Vicker's.  Yvette Vickers in her youth, the one that owned the Playboy Centerfold in July 1959.   The centerfold shot that had turned on the photographer Russ Meyer with a savage heat. 

Angela, Angela had a cat, she whacked it with her baseball bat, and then she made a coat of it.

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She makes him yelp, and awakens the savage wolf in him; He can only imagine what is beneath the fur; perfumed imagination makes his dick bulge beneath his chino pants.  Angela sees that his dick is hard.  But the cold air makes his penis the incredible shrinking kind.

“I have a present for you!” 

"Oh yes," Daniel thinks silently, "can we dance the tongue tango."

   He feels like a puppy before a bone held up high, he wants to jump for it.   He thinks and wishes that all night devouring that naughty smile.   He wants to wear her in all sorts of positions. Sex and savage yearnings are awakened inside Daniel like a young pup before a bone promised by his owner.

She winks and circles her tongue around her red lips. She does this weird thing with her tongue against her brightened smile.  Angela knows her effect on Daniel.

But then a guilty feeling sneaks in, and attempts to destroy the moment.

Daniel thinks to himself, “But my father was supposed to pick me up; we had planned a whole week of going fishing in Jackson's Hole Wyoming, so where's my father!?”

Angela and Daniel wipe the snow from the window of her orange Mustang.  She continues to attempt to brush up against him.  She wants him, but wants him to have to work for their moment together.  She wants this shy boy to be a man and lead her in that tango.