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I have a fantasy like a scene out of a wonky noir film.

A destructive couple, on the run from their pasts and the cops, more 'disavowed spy' than 'Bonnie and Clyde.' He's strong but pretty-eyed, and she has cat eyes like Sophia Loren... or maybe they're both women.

They find a safe haven from the rain. It's dark inside, but light from streetlamps is pouring in the windows. They're soaked to the bone. An argument turns into a fight, playful and dangerous. One finally pins the other to the floor, and they fuck there, hair still dripping, skin beaded with water, half in shadows and floodlights. They're both desperate, angry, still very much in love.