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d whispered. One hand, with an air of intimacy, stroked his neck, gliding over his Adam's apple, moving slowly downward.He shook his head."Sorry, I'm not in the mood."Furrowed brows, as if still troub...ay Where's your driver" the security guard at the gate asked him.He shook his head, unwilling to speak. He walked with heavy steps, moving at a snail's pace, yet just as he was about to reach the door...