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The soldiers stared at the door impatiently…then there she was in all her charm, so beautiful, elegant, shapely… As she passed the soldiers’ table, she nodded, a slight smile on her lips… Dumbstruck, the young men followed her every move.

Angelina turned toward the waitress, and when she spoke, her voice was deep and … sexy, there was no other word for it. “The parked van wouldn’t let me pass,” she said protesting mildly. “Oh well. While I’m waiting, I’ll have a boccalino of your red wine. And bring me a platter of prosciutto and some salame sardo as well.”

Angelina slid from her chair and walked to the jukebox. Not really knowing what he was doing, Herman rose and met her there...

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