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THE all white room was well ventilated, cooling and sweet smelling. Jeremy reclined on the plush, king-sized bed, the city lights of New York twinkling through the expansive windows.

He watched with a soft smile as Jasira, his beautiful lady, the woman who had captured his heart, gave instructions to a maid at the door, and he smiled a hundredth time.

“You know what? You can have that