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I am just coming off of Library Thing, and the oddest thing--my last post was an unintentional story beginning. I am posting what I wrote and hoping to expound upon it some fine day:

A man and a woman meet in a cafe. He asked her for sugar. She reaches over, hands packets to him. In handing it to him, his fingers are the softest thing she has ever touched she thinks to herself. Goes back to her coffee. The man touches her again inadvertently because he is interested in the book she is reading. The texture of the book and her hand contrast to him. He rubs the sugar off of his fingers as they discuss her copy of place book here... The same man and woman meet. She whispers in his ear she has a type of sugar she would like to offer him privately. They go into the cafe bathroom, have sex in every possible way.