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She sat on his couch in the living room. Taking in his apartment as she waited for his return. Spontaneously, the lights dim and she turns her head scanning for the reason the lights went out. She sees him slowly walking from his bedroom, moving to light candles.
Do you like anus?, he said attempting to glide across the room. She stares at him in slightly amused confusion. This situation might be a little threatening with someone else. With the right person, it could be actually arousing. But he is wearing discount store lounge pants and what looks like a smoking jacket thats been roughly cobbled together.
Do I like what?, she answers trying not to laugh out loud.
Anus, It sort of tastes like licorice, he continues on his mood setting. I am not surprised that you havent heard of it. I discovered it while self educating. It is used to flavor liqueurs from around the world.
Oh Anise, she said. yeah I am familiar with it.