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'I yield to the right honourable member,' said Tony, sitting.
(And you'll be yielding to mine in a while, you gorgeous brute, thought Gordon wryly.)
'Good speech,' he whispered. 'The vote's in the bag.'
(And so will you be soon, my pretty.)
'Cheers Gor,' said Tony with that elfin grin that never failed to make Gordon's stomach flip over. 'Now let's go home and fuck.'
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