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Feeling
a
familiar
anticipation
swelling
within
him
,
the
Hassassin
moved
faster
down
the
alley
.
He
arrived
at
the
nondescript
door
and
rang
the
bell
.
A
view
slit
in
the
door
opened
,
and
two
soft
brown
eyes
studied
him
appraisingly
.
Then
the
door
swung
open
.
"
Welcome
,
"
the
well
-
dressed
woman
said
.
She
ushered
him
into
an
impeccably
furnished
sitting
room
where
the
lights
were
low
.
The
air
was
laced
with
expensive
perfume
and
musk
.
"
Whenever
you
are
ready
.
"
She
handed
him
a
book
of
photographs
.
"
Ring
me
when
you
have
made
your
choice
.
"
Then
she
disappeared
.
The
Hassassin
smiled
As
he
sat
on
the
plush
divan
and
positioned
the
photo
album
on
his
lap
,
he
felt
a
carnal
hunger
stir
.
Although
his
people
did
not
celebrate
Christmas
,
he
imagined
that
this
is
what
it
must
feel
like
to
be
a
Christian
child
,
sitting
before
a
stack
of
Christmas
presents
,
about
to
discover
the
miracles
inside
.
He
opened
the
album
and
examined
the
photos
.
A
lifetime
of
sexual
fantasies
stared
back
at
him
.
Marisa
.
An
Italian
goddess
.
Fiery
.
A
young
Sophia
Loren
.
Sachiko
.
A
Japanese
geisha
.
Lithe
.
No
doubt
skilled
.
Kanara
.
A
stunning
black
vision
.
Muscular
.
Exotic
.
He
examined
the
entire
album
twice
and
made
his
choice
.
He
pressed
a
button
on
the
table
beside
him
.
A
minute
later
the
woman
who
had
greeted
him
reappeared
.
He
indicated
his
selection
.
She
smiled
.
"
Follow
me
.
"
After
handling
the
financial
arrangements
,
the
woman
made
a
hushed
phone
call
.
She
waited
a
few
minutes
and
then
led
him
up
a
winding
marble
staircase
to
a
luxurious
hallway
.
"
It
’
s
the
gold
door
on
the
end
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
have
expensive
taste
.
"
I
should
,
he
thought
.
I
am
a
connoisseur
.
