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   I was stunned when she stepped from the basket of the balloon in a red dress as skimpy as my red, baby blanket shorts. She was beautiful and definitely human. The canopy of the balloon gently swayed above her. Its ropes bobbed and wiggled. The bankers seemed to gaze down on us sadly as if dreaming of a life that could have been. She was dark, of mixed race with bottomless brown eyes and long, thick black hair. Her breasts gently lifted and sank as she breathed. She reached out and touched my shoulder as if making sure I was real. If this wasn't the first bite of the first peach of summer, I was dreaming. Nanette gazed up, entranced by this beautiful Amazon . Pat gazed up her dress.
   "Hello." , I stumbled.
   "Hello, handsome."
   That was it. I didn't care if I was dreaming, if I was hallucinating or this was actually real. Bingo!