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Her breasts were laid out in the open, moist and tender. She covered her left nipple with a finger and sighed. "I wish this one's a little lighter."

"What're you talking about? It looks fine to me."

"No, no, it's fine," she said. "It's just that when I look in the mirror, this one looks a shade darker than my other nipple."

He removed her hand and kissed the nipple slowly. He felt her body shiver.

"It's fine. Nothing to worry about."

"But don't you want perfect nipples?"

"Fine is perfect enough."

She laughed, relieved that her one flaw doesn't seem to bother the stranger. She held him close and whispered, "What about my bellybutton?"

"You don't have one."

"Exactly. Don't you want a woman with a bellybutton, just like old times?"

"Nah. They're gone for a reason."

She wondered what it was like to have bellybuttons. Those people in old pictures, in dusty books and in movies all sported bellybuttons. She reached down her tummy, tracing a small circle as if trying to etch a bellybutton out of nowhere.

"Look, if you want another body, you can always ask the Agency for replacement."

She shook her head. "Just thinking."

The stranger gently pushed her back to the bed and began kissing her from the neck down. "Stop thinking then. We got the whole night to ourselves."

She closed her eyes and moaned.