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I arrive at your house, getting out of the car I am a bit nervous, but at the same time very excited knowing what is planned for us. Walking up to the door, I can feel the tension and nerves rise, but I take a deep breath and try to relax as I knock on the door. When I see you answer, I have to quickly regain my composure as you are more stunning in real life than in your pictures I have seen. Greeting you with a smile and a shy hello, I offer the dozen red roses I had hid behind my back to you. After you find a place for them, you tell me you are ready to go. I take you by the hand and we walk out to the limo I have waiting for our ride. Heather gets out and opens the door for us, and trying to be a gentleman, I let you slide in first as I quickly slide in beside you. I see you glancing around the limo and noticing that the windows are smoked so we can see out but no one can see in, and there is a small refrigerator stocked with a few things I brought along also. As the limo begins to drive, we make small talk for a few minutes, trying to relax, but yet I think we both can feel the excitement in the air. After a few minutes, I reach into the refrigerator and grab a chilled bottle of champagne and some strawberries. I pour each of us a glass and set the strawberries on the floor where we both can reach them. I offer a toast, to hoping you will enjoy our time together as much as I am sure I will. After taking a few sips, I pick up a strawberry and hold it so you may take a bite of it before your next sip of champagne. I think the strawberries and the taste of the champagne complement each other very well. Now that we have finished our glasses of champagne, I take them and move them aside as I gently ...

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