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My Butterfly Tale They liked to see the birds go by, But Inky and Binky wanted to fly. In these days planes were unheard of And they didn’t have wings like the birds above. They wished that dreams came true. Then, the next day, they found out they do. The street vendor cried that his rugs could be bought And they got one without a thought. They took it to a picnic in the park. It was many hours before dark. Inky wanted to leave, But Binky pulled on his sleeve. He looked around and saw...

PROLOGUE Strobe lights flashed quickly matching the beat of the music. The dance floor was crowded with dancing, sweaty bodies. The smell of sweat was heavy in the air and tinged by the elusive smell of sex. She moved sensuously to the beat catching the attention of more than one man.   Excusing herself from her latest dance partner she moved through the mass of bodies to her table just off the dance floor. Her friends were flirting with a couple of guys they had met that night. “...

PROLOGUE Strobe lights flashed quickly matching the beat of the music. The dance floor was crowded with dancing, sweaty bodies. The smell of sweat was heavy in the air and tinged by the elusive smell of sex. She moved sensuously to the beat catching the attention of more than one man.   Excusing herself from her latest dance partner she moved through the mass of bodies to her table just off the dance floor. Her friends were flirting with a couple of guys they had met that night. “...