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I mean, you have to understand that my father always insisted I wasn't hisтАФuntil my sixteenth
birthday, when he gave up and apologized to my mother. "It has to be some kind of mutation," he
admitted. "You would never have cheated on me with someone who looked like that."
But anything can happen in a dream. Lord, who knows better than I? For the first time I was willing to
тАФtentativelyтАФbelieve that her obvious attraction signals might just be genuine. The possibilities were
staggering.
"My mother was," she answered, dimpling, "the most beautiful Queen that Ragovia ever had."
"You're a princess." Well, of course. Dream logic.
"Only by courtesy. I'll never be queenтАФRagovia became a democracy a few years ago."
"I'm terribly sorry to hear that."
"Oh, it was a bloodless coup. A telegram to our summer place in Barbados, and that was essentially it.
Father moped for a week."
"Well, naturally."
"I can't get over how much you look like the man in my dream. He was wearing Father's crown. That's
why I just had to put it on your headтАФto see if the resemblance could possibly be as complete as it
seemed."
I threw caution to the winds and stood up. "And is it?"
Her eyes went down and then up me. On the way down they paused just where I had hoped/feared they
would. When her eyes got back up to mine, she was smiling. "The resemblance is exact."
"PrincessтАФuhтАФ"
"Oh, forgive me again. My name is Marga."
"My name is Fleming, Princess Marga."
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"Please, Marga alone is sufficient." And without the slightest hesitation or change of voice or manner,
she went on, "Fleming, do you know of some quiet, private place nearby where we could be alone
together?"
A man next to me made an odd swallowing sound. I dug a finger into my ear. "Too much noise in here.
I could have sworn that you just asked me . . . " I could not repeat what I thought I had heard.
"I asked you if you have a place where we can be alone together. As we were in my dream last night."
I drew in a deep breath, and then could not remember what to do with it. "Why?" I croaked.
"So that I can screw you into a coma."
Exhale. That was what you did with deep breaths. No, too late now: I was paralyzed. That breath was
going to have to last me the rest of my life.
"тАФ" I said.
"If you have no place near," she went on, "we could find an alley. Or we could lock ourselves in the
toilet here. But I am mad with lust for you and must have you as soon as possible."
People had been surreptitiously watching ever since Marga had sat down next to me, and now there
were two small, musical explosions as the customers on either side of us dropped their drinks.
I decided that, while this was a splendid moment to die, even better ones might lie in the future; with an
effort I got my breathing reflex started again.
"The feeling is mutual. That is, I hope it will be. That isтАФyes, I have a place near here."
"Let's hurry! In my dream we were wonderful together!"
A lot of people were watching now. I glanced around as I took her hand, the way I've seen it done in
movies, and nothing in my life had ever tasted as good as the sight of all those gaping faces.
Understand, I knew perfectly well that something was going to go wrong. I would never get her to my
place, or she'd change her mind, or I wouldn't get it up, or I wouldn't get it in, or I'd get in and it'd be
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