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- The Abducted Bride
The
smooth trim Marseille Express burrowed its way swiftly through the
clear night of the French countryside. A large pale summer moon hung low
in the distance. Kevin Taylor watched its shimmering light moving
against the darkened ceiling of his sleeper compartment. It flickered
hypnotically in unison to the rhythmic roll of the train beneath his
bunk. Cool air from the open window played across his naked well-built
body, which covered the whole of the narrow bed. He was alone. Read More