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Type: Futuristic/City FantasyTwice a week, each week, Haiku rests beside Diego inside the dimly-lit subterranean composition-intercourse club. Because they pay attention to the poets study, she basks in the heat of her genetically-improved murderer's body, and dreams about the slap of big, leather-clad fingers against simple skin. No additional man, individual or else, makes her legs move like Diego may with one dim search. If perhaps he'd ask.Diego will not request, since he understands love is deserved by a killer doesn't, her heart, body and spirit are his.