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SITUATION: The wife and kids are out of town for a few weeks. Your marriage is on the rocks, yet salvageable. The ol' masterbatorium is becoming just that; old. You're cruising down the freeway with your favorite tunes playing, and up ahead is the most perfect babe hitchiking. Horatio whispers into your left ear to pick her up while Willoughby snaps into the other to keep going. Horatio hits Willoughby below the belt with a Good Samaritan counter punch. You side with Horatio that there exists no motive, and you pull over. She jumps in. You stare in disbelief at this perfect specimen sitting beside you. She smells like gardenias and sex. Your heart is pounding as the blood rushes into both craniums. You feel as if you're dreaming. "Where are you going?" you ask her. "I'm going with you," she replies. Your move...
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