Arwin had always been good at planning and bringing people together. He was a natural born leader. After the tragedy that befell the land, he took charge and brought what was left of his people back together. Soon enough under his guidance their city would flourish once more. Every day and night he dedicated himself to improving efforts and seeing to even the smallest of details. They would not only rebuild but be better and stronger then ever before.
Sadly, he'd been so busy with everything lately that he had failed to notice Orina getting close to one of the builders. One day as he was on site, looking over his improvements to the waterways he caught sight of her flipping her long braid over her shoulder. She nervously ran her fingers through it then picked up a flower pot. He saw her suddenly smile up at someone on a ladder. They must have said something funny because she lit up with laughter. In that moment Arwin found himself mesmerized by her beauty yet at the same time…troubled.
It annoyed him that someone other them him could get such a reaction out of her. He stopped what he was doing and went to her. He found she was talking to some young builder who was hanging flower pots. The young man hadn't been working for them long. Arwin put on airs making friendly conversation with the young man and Orina. Once they had done away wit the niceties he asked Orina to walk with him, she did but he could see she was hesitant to leave the young man's side.
Arwin took her to get something to eat and then changed her job saying something needed her special attention. Really he was just hoping to keep the two apart. He knew he shouldn't intervene in such matters but he couldn't help himself, Orina was special to him. She was his ray of sunshine.
She had arrived with a group of refuges one evening, some years ago. His family had ushered them into their home and cooked up a storm, well into the night. He'd never forget when she'd stepped up to the table and looked up at him, with those eyes of her. He'd been serving the stew and his breath caught in his throat. He nearly dropped his ladle but somehow managed to serve her.
At first he'd denied what he felt. He told himself he was just looking out for her. She was the same age as one of his daughters and it was just her and her mother now. He told himself he just wanted to help her and help he did. He made sure they had a place to sleep, a roof over their head and food in their bellies. Even when their wasn't much to go around, he found himself always giving Orina extra portions.
Over time he watched her health improve and her injures all but healed. Her hair began to shine and her skin almost had this glow to it. She almost always smiled and that laugh of hers was like music to his ears. Whenever she was in a room he could think of nothing else but her. With his encouragement she had made quick friends with two of his daughters and he was able to see her often, in passing. A few times he had invited her to stay for dinner but it was a struggle not to look at her. After a few minutes he'd excuse himself as not to draw attention.
He was beside himself when she had her first courtship, from a man that was just passing through. He could think of nothing else to the point he lost sleep and didn't eat. If she were to marry that man then she'd go away, to another village or city and he might not ever see her again. Only after he sabotaged the courtship by marrying the suitor off to one of his daughters, did he realize his feelings for her were undeniable.
He still kept his distance but made sure to keep a close eye on her. He didn't let anyone get too close to her. He'd even gone as far as to orchestrate someones demise. He wasn't proud of it but just because he couldn't have her didn't mean someone else could. When the city had finally gotten past damaged control and they could start rebuilding he was overjoyed to learn she and one of his daughters volunteered to help with the efforts. He hoped it would keep her busy, too busy for would be suitors.
He was also able to find more reasons to be around her. Sometimes she made him feel so young. He was nearly fifty now with graying hairs around his edges yet around her, he felt so full of life. He knew if he were a few decades younger and didn't have his family, he would have courted her and they could have made a real go of it.
He began to resent his wife and kids but stayed true to his duty. He'd made promises and commitments to his wife and family. Yet his love for Orina made him realize he didn't really love any of them. It was sad but one of the reasons he worked so much was so he could be away from them. He found them boring and annoying. They always wanted something from him or needed something. He soon found himself dreaming of a life, free of them...a life with Orina.
He would often fantasize about her coming to him and offering herself up to him. He'd of course, tell her he couldn't and yet the more he fantasied about her, the more he began to wonder if something couldn't be 'arranged.' Perhaps they could find some way to be together in secret. Yes, they'd slip away, unseen every now and then and find excuses to be locked away for a few hours here or there. The village was tight knit but he was sure with his genius he could find a way to make it work.
Yet seeing the way Orina had looked at that young builder made him realize she didn't see him the same way. She was friendly but kept her distance and treated him like a father figure or a mentor. She seemed utterly obvious to his true feelings. He tried not to care. He told himself it was enough to be around her. The sunshine she brought to his life was enough to keep him going. His love would just have to remain unrequited.
However one day he'd slipped up. He'd been in his workshop and she'd brought him a lunch his wife had made him. He didn't want her to leave so soon and wanted to show off. He had her look at his map table and began boasting about all his plans. She seemed interested as he pointed out several things. It was a large map and he had to stepped behind her to move around her. Yet as he passed, he brushed up against her and found his cock was rock hard.
He swore, he could feel where her cheeks parted. She had her legs slightly apart and the fabric of her dress was so thin. He realized their bodies fit together perfectly. Her sex was the just the right height as was the map table. Why he could easily bend her over and just slide right in. His member twinged with excitement at the thought of burying himself deep within her warmth. She was probably really tight and no doubt still intact. It would be messy but how he'd love to be the one take her purity and make her his. He was certain she'd have no better lover then him.
His first time with his wife he had no idea what he was doing but now he knew quite well as their eleven kids would attest. He felt his carnal nature arise and breathed her in deeply. Rather then pulling away and moving on, he dared to leaned into her more pushing her forward. She hadn't expect such a move and fell forward. She had to placed her hands on the table to catch herself.
He could look over her shoulder and saw her prefect breasts rise up. How he longed to squeeze them in his hands and take them in his mouth. He leaned forward even more putting his hands over hers. He pressed his harden bulge against her crotch and knew he was dead center on her entrance by the way she jerked and suddenly perked up. She squirmed a little as he pinned her against the table but didn't protest, which was a good sign.
He could feel her body reacting to his. It called to him even if she herself knew not why. He watched her breasts begin to swell as her body awakened with desire. Perhaps it would accept his presence. He could hear her gasp and her breathes grew hot and heavy. He breathed on the back of her neck, placing his lips ever so softly. He saw her move her neck, perhaps….perhaps to- He felt her suddenly stiffen and grow cold to him. She tried to slip away and he realized what he was doing. He'd been so intoxicated by her presence that he had lost himself for a moment. He quickly came to his senses and tried to act as if nothing happened. He pulled from her and stepped around her. He cleared his throat before continuing to show her the map yet he didn't bother to look at it. His eyes were transfixed on her. He studied her every movement and reaction. He wanted to gauge how she felt. For several minutes, she just stood there looking down at the map though he could see her cheeks were flushed with color. He cleared his throat again and tried to ask her a question but she wouldn't respond to her name. She wouldn't look at him as he spoke.
He furrowed his brow and before he could decide what to do, someone entered the room, with a problem. He only looked away for a moment but when he looked back she was gone. His heart sunk at her sudden departure especially after what had just happened. He didn't know what he was thinking or expecting from her. He told himself it was just a slip up, an accident on his part and it wouldn't happen again. Everything would be okay. However when she didn't show up to dinner that night, he worried.
He checked with his daughter and Orina told her she hadn't been feeling well. His daughter didn't seem to know what had happened between them. Rather then go looking for her and raise more alarms, he decided to act as if nothing had happened. He turned in early that night but couldn't sleep. He was still getting hard at the drop of a hat. All day he'd taken care of it on his own but when his wife came to bed, he buried himself in her. He pretended she was his Orina but it wasn't enough. He fucked her half the night but still felt restless. It was like craving an orange only to be given an apple.
The next day he sought her out but she wasn't where she was suppose to be. He went all over the city looking for her. When he finally found her, she wouldn't look at him even as he acted like nothing had happened. He was his usual normal friendly self and asked if she was feeling better. He started listing off some home remedies but could see she wasn't listening. She just stared off into the distance. It was clear things had changed between them and he was gutted.
Over the next few days he tried to smooth things over. First he gave her some space and time, about a day or so. Then he'd casually showed up wherever she was and act like he was just passing by. Yet she'd always run away in a hurry to do something she'd forgotten about and would never allow herself to be alone with him. He kept a closer eye on her and tried to be content, with watching her from afar but he saw her with that builder again. He'd reassigned him but they still found a way to be together and they held hands as they walked about the city. He learned from his daughter they had begun to court.
She would stick close to him as he worked and bring him cold drinks on a hot day. He was young, like her but the builder didn't know her, not like he did! He didn't know how to give her what she needed and make her happy. He was poor and inexperienced in all ways. He kept following Orina, hoping she would see through this builder and realize he wasn't the man for her. Yet one night he saw them kiss, outside her house. The house he had provided for her and her mother.
He lost it but rather then dispose of this would be suitor like the others, he decided to give Orina a 'hands on lesson.' It was time he put some sense into her. It became clear to him that they couldn't go back to the way things were and so they had no choice but to go forward.
He sent out orders for her to come see him the next day. He was worried she might not show but she did. He was happy to see her and she even looked at him, however she didn't come alone. She brought that builder with her and he just stood in the doorway, glaring at him like he had beef with him. Had she told him of the incident. If so, it mattered not, he had no idea who he was messing with. He could easily ruin him. Yet he simply smiled and acted as if nothing were amiss.
He gave her some bullshit orders and she went on her way. As they left the builder finally turned away from him and put his hand on the small of her back as if to say she'd already been claimed. They walked away together and later that day he got the news from his daughter that she had accepted the builder's offer of marriage.
Rather then lose it or sink into a depression, he began planning. He knew he didn't have long and set thing up so they could talk some place quiet and out of the way. He didn't want anyone to interrupt them or overhear her delightful screams, when he showed her just what he was capable of.
On the day of his plan, he had someone tell her to meet the head gardener, on the edge of the city. Then he made sure the area was devoid of all people. She arrived early and went to where the supplies were kept. Joyously she came alone not knowing he would be there. He made a noise in the supply shed and she went inside.
He shut the door behind her and quickly locked them in. She had no choice but to listen to him now! He could see the fear in her eyes when she turned around and realized she'd been trapped. Oh how he loved those eyes of hers, they got so big and he couldn't help himself. All his plans went out the window and he confessed everything to her. He told her he didn't understand what this was at first but after he'd gotten rid of her first would be suitor, he realized she was the woman of his dreams. He loved her and knew he was the only man that could make her truly happy. He swore he'd take care of her if she'd just let him.
She kept stepping back and reminded him he had a wife and kids, a family. He told her they didn't matter. She was his family now! He'd give up everything for her, his wife, his kids and even his position. He told her they could start over, some place else where no one knew them. She started crying then and pleaded with him to let her out. He could see she wasn't listening to him anymore and got upset. He needed her to understand and grabbed her wrists. He shook her but she told him she didn't love him.
He demanded to know why but she quickly confirmed what he already knew. She didn't see him like that, to her he was a father figure. He made it clear he was not he father and that he was a man and a man had needs. He let go of her and pulled himself out in his haste to make her understand. He showed her just what she did to him and told her how his wife couldn't take care of his needs anymore and that only she could.
She'd screamed at the top of her lungs. She was so loud he worried it might actually reach someone. He instinctively shoved her into a wall. He only meant to knock the wind out of her but didn't know his own strength and knocked her out. He laid her flat on the ground and made sure she was still breathing. Once he was certain she'd be okay, he undressed her. He wanted to make sure she had no other injuries and to at last see her.
He ran his hands all over her and knew he could wait no longer. He stuffed some fabric into her mouth, should she wake and then straddled her. He just knew she'd feel differently about him once he'd taken her. She'd have to see him then and once she knew what a real man felt like, she'd get in line and want to be with him. If not...if not, at the very least that builder wasn't gonna to get her first or at all, if her could help it!
It didn't fit right away. He knew it wouldn't. He spit and did his best to grease the wheels but she was just so damn tight...too tight. He didn't give up, he kept working her until he could get the tip in. She woke then and struggled against him. He fell out and he got upset. He shook her and slapped her around until she behaved.
He pinned her again and this time, her body gave way to his might. He was rougher then he would have liked for their first time. He had wanted to take his time and be gentle but she was rushing him. He started pounding her into the ground and she just flailed about madly sobbing. His wife had cried her first time too but she got over it. Soon enough Orina would too and then she'd be begging him for it.
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He smiled in his sleep having the most wonderful dream. He snuggled up to Gwyne as he dreamed of being her first and plugging away.
/
Gwyne struggled in her sleep trying to get away. She was being raped by someone she knew and had trusted. Someone she had cared for like a father. Her own father had been lost in the great wars. When the great event happened it send the land into chaos. She and her siblings had fled their village with their mother. They sought to survive and find a better life but all they found was misery. One by one she had lost her siblings until it was only her and her mother and they were barely surviving.
They had moved from village to village until one evening they'd ended up in a city. It had been devastated like everywhere else but a kind family had taken in several of the refuges and fed them. They treated their wounds and eventually she and her mother were given a place to call their own. She was so grateful and grew close to the family.
The father Arwin was so caring and generous. He was a city leader and planner. The mother Edwina was so soft spoken and kind and their children reminded Orina of the siblings she had lost. Slowly she and her mother recovered and she grew close to the families two eldest daughter's Aruna and Sundri. They would do almost everything together and she would have dinner at their house most nights. She always felt so welcomed in their home.
She knew she was fortunate to have found such a city and to have been taken in by such a family. Her mother was still ill and she tended to her most days. One day a man was passing through and sought to court her. He seemed nice enough, he knew some healing and had helped her mother to feel better. He wanted to marry her and take them back to his village. She didn't really want to leave but would accept his offer however before she could he and Sundri became betrothed.
It was so sudden but she wished her the best. They had a small wedding and Sundri left with the healer never to return again. Aruna and Orina grew closer then ever then and when they were asking for volunteers to help rebuild the city they both signed up. Aruna was looking for something to do and Orina wanted to give back to the community that had saved her and her mother's life.
She was able to run errands and help out with cooking, cleaning and even planting. She took pride in her work and it was amazing to see how little things added up over time. Everything was slowly changing for the better. One day she met a young man named Elril. He was another refuge like her. His village had been lost but he could build and wanted to use his hands to help rebuild the city. He had a limp and she found his leg was gone but he'd made a wooden one that worked just the same. He hid it under his pant leg not wanting anyone to know. He feared they would look down upon him and he wanted to prove he could still do things.
She did not look down upon him and they grew close. He showed her how he had made his leg and she thought he should build limbs for others who had lost them. Building houses, bridges and roads were important but he had a chance to change so many lives. He could give them more opportunity and overall quality of life.
He considered opening a workshop once things had been rebuilt and maybe giving it a try. She hoped she could help him. She loved being around him and fell in love with his kindness, determination and those eyes of his. For a moment Gwyne stirred thinking they were like Corrie's, the color of the ocean, though as Orina she had never seen an ocean and just thought they were pretty. Elril seemed to like her as well and was always trying to make her laugh. He told her he loved her smile so she was almost always smiling around him.
She hoped he would court her but he admitted he had nothing to offer her family. She didn't care but he wanted to establish himself more. Right now, he didn't even have a home and was staying with other refuges in tents. He also had a large family that was split up over several villages.
Everything he made right now went toward feeding them and getting them back together. She wished she could help him more but owned nothing of her own. Everything she had, was given to her and her mother. She knew once she was married they'd have to move out of their house and would stop receiving help. She told him she could wait for him but things became complicated.
One afternoon she was asked to bring Arwin his lunch it wasn't uncommon. She found him in his workshop. He seemed rather busy but stopped what he was doing to show her what he had planned for the city. He had a large map table and began to point out all the things he wanted to do. He was always so kind she knew he was busy but still took the time to show her. She also thought he was so wise, some of the things he talked about were beyond her but still she smiled and nodded.
He showed her where a community garden would be placed and then moved around her from behind. Yet as he moved she felt something press up against her and he paused standing behind her. Orina didn't know what it was but Gwyne knew it all too well. She froze and didn't know what to do as he pressed into her. She could feel his chest against her back and at one point she almost fell forward but caught herself, resting her hands on the table.
He moved his hands over hers and she felt this hardness nudge against her sex. Her heart raced and she began to feel such strange sensations. Her breast swelled and she grew wet. There was this smell in the air and she could feel his breath on her skin and then his lips. She was overwhelmed with all these sudden sensations and lost herself for a moment. When she managed to regain control of herself she stiffened and felt suddenly uncomfortable. It….what he was doing didn't seem appropriate. She tried to pull from him and at first he wouldn't let her. Several seconds passed as she became anxious and unsure.
Thankfully, he eventually pulled away, he continued to talk about his plans as they overlooked the map but she was so confused by what had just happened. She was grateful when someone came and she was able to run out of the room. Her skin felt strange and began to crawl. She felt like spiders were running over her. She ran her fingers though her hair upset. She didn't know what he'd been doing and the way she'd acted but it felt wrong. She felt scared by it and wished she had someone she could talk to but her best friend, Aruna was also Arwin's daughter.
She went off by herself and tried to think. Elril saw her and noticed she was upset. He asked what was wrong. She told him what had happened but felt foolish after. Perhaps she had misunderstood and it was an accident. Elril looked upset and told it was no accident and that she should stay away from him and shouldn't ever be alone with him again.
She trusted him and took his advice. That night she didn't go to dinner at place even thought she was invited. She also did her best to avoid him going forward. Yet he seemed like his usual self when they did eventually run into each other. However every time she saw him she'd struggle not to blush or get upset. She'd find some excuse and dash off. Everything just felt so awkward and strange now. She tried not to think about it and spent more time with her mother and Elril. Even though he could not marry for some time they started to court each other.
One night she and Elril even kissed outside her house. She knew they weren't suppose to until they were wed but she didn't care. After a while Arwin ordered her to come see him. She had no idea what it was about but she knew she wouldn't be able to avoid him. She went to Elril and told him. He was so sweet that he stopped what he was doing and came with her. He stayed in the doorway as Arwin had some job for her. Again he seemed like his normal self and she worried she might be over reacting but everything was still so tense.
She was glad when they could go and as they walked away Elril put his hand on her back. They went for a walk and he told her he didn't want to just court her. He wanted to propose! He knew he had little to offer but he wanted to have a life with her. She told him it mattered not what he had, she also wanted to spend her life with him and accepted his proposal. She couldn't help but tell her mother and then Aurna. They were so happy for her.
For a few days everything was okay and then she was told to see the head gardener. When she got to his area, no one seemed to be around. She found it rather strange but heard a noise in the supply shed. She went to check it out only to find Arwin inside and he locked them in. She quickly realized this was a trap and he confessed to her. He told her he loved her and wanted to be with her. She pointed out he was married and had a family but he didn't care. It was like he'd gone mad or something!
She started crying and pleaded for him to let her out but he wouldn't. He grabbed her wrists and shook her. She told him she didn't love him and he got so angry. He wanted to know why and she was still so shocked, she'd never thought of him like that. She told him he was like a father to her and it only made him more upset. He said he was a man and that he had needs.
He pulled himself out then. She'd never seen a penis before and screamed at the top of her lungs. Her came at her then and she didn't know what happened, one minute she was standing and the next she was naked on the floor and he was tearing into her. It hurt so much she tried to fight but he was so much bigger and stronger then her. She tried to scream but he'd shoved something in her mouth. He shook her and hit her until she stopped fighting.
Gwyne grasped hold of the silken sheets in her hands and whimpered in her sleep as she was being raped in a nightmare. It wasn't the first time she'd had a nightmare like this but it felt so real and hurt so much. She managed to get her hands up to her mouth as Arwin was lost in a world of his own. She pulled the fabric from her mouth and then screamed again as loud as she could. He put his hand over her mouth and tried to silence her. She pried at his hand and bit at his fingers. He started hitting her again and then suddenly the door to the shed burst open as someone kicked it in.
A second later Elril was on Arwin. He jumped him from behind and put his arm around his neck pulling him off. Arwin roared out and managed to flip Elril. He landed on the floor but quickly recovered lunging at Arwin. The two of them fought throwing punches and kicks as she pulled into the corner screaming and crying out. Some other people came rushing in and it was a struggle to pull the two men apart.
Everyone was separated and told their side of things. She was sure Arwin would be punished for this but they let him go. Elril was held and questioned more as was she. Eventually they let them go and they went to collect her mother. They knew she and Orina could no longer stay in the house Arwin had given them. Her mother was still very sick and when she learned what had happened to Orina she was beside herself.
Such awful rumors tore through the village and Arwin twisted everything up. He claimed she had tired to seduce him but he made it clear he was a married man. That is when Elril jumped him and threatened to blackmail him less he pay them off. He refused and fought back. Orina and Elril quickly told their side of the stories but they were both young and refuges. Arwin had lived in the city all his life and was a leader.
Elril and she were quickly, shamed, shunned and nearly attacked by the people. She didn't understand how people she had known and trusted for years could turn on her so easily. Yet her words meant nothing. To them she was a harlot that had tried to lay with a married man. As for Elril they believed him to be a criminal. They wanted to hang him! It was no longer safe for them to stay in the city. Elril got Orina and her mother out in the middle of the night. He had to leave his family behind and they had to cast him out or they risked losing everything the city had given them.
Her mother got even sicker. They found another nearby village to stay it but she passed away a few days later. Gwyne had lost her mother and knew the feeling twice now. She was devastated they buried her but kept traveling as it wasn't safe for them to stay so close to the city, should word get back to them where they were. They passed through some valley and made it to a community that didn't know of the city they came from. Even though they weren't married they told everyone they were. Orina blamed herself for this and all that happened but Elril said it was not her fault but Arwin's.
She came to despise him with every fiber of her being and hoped never to see him again. It pained her to know she had once trusted him so dearly. She wondered how long he'd lusted after her and how long he had been waiting to attack her. She recalled other suitors she'd had the first had been married off to Arwin's daughter but there had been another. Only a day or so and he had drowned. She wondered if he had anything to do with that now.
Elril got work, it wasn't a lot but it put food in their stomachs. She tried to help as much as she could, knowing how much he had lost. Perhaps in time he could contact his family and reunite. Some time passed and they slowly made connections and friendships. After a while she told him he could choose another for his wife but he made it clear, he cared for her still, even though she'd been had by another.
Their love grew and they had a small ceremony with people they trusted and wed. They got themselves some land to settle on and he built them a small place. They hoped to start a family but one night they awoke to a fire. Elril rushed off to see if he could help and Orina looked everywhere for a bucket. Gwyne tossed and turned in her sleep until she found it. Yet as she went to fill it with water… Arwin was before her.
She almost didn't recognizes him. He looked like he'd lost a lot of weight and his hair had turned almost white before she could scream he covered her mouth and swore he'd slit Elril's throat should she cause him to come running. He lifted her off her feet and carried her deep into the woods where another man waited with some horses. He reminded her once again that if she dare utter a sound he'd slit her beloved's throat then let go of her mouth. He forced her onto the horse and got on behind her before they road out into the night.
/
Gwyne woke feeling sick. She sat up and looked around then went to the bathroom. She'd had nightmares before so many but she swore she had the most vivid ones, when she was with Dawson. She ran a hand over her face, thinking Arwin had sort of reminded her of him. They both had those ice blue eyes and Elril was so like Corrie. She thought it was weird as she finished using the toilet then washed her hands.
She took her mask off and looked into the mirror. He face was bruised from where he'd hit her. She let out heavy sigh then splashed some cold water on her face. It felt good. After she dried off, she ran her fingers through her short hair. She shook her head still not used to it. She wasn't sure if she really liked it or not. She had no idea how she was going to style it and wondered how long it would take to grow back. Though she supposed it did help the mask fit better. She slid it back on and looked at herself in the mirror again. She made her finger into a gun and pretended to be a bank robber for a second. "Give me all your money."
She laughed at herself then froze when she heard grumbling. She looked in the mirror to see Dawson shuffle into the room. He yawned then asked, "What are you doing?"
"Just messing around." she said playfully. He groaned and seemed moody. "How'd you sleep? Are you feeling any better?"
"No," he said still looking sick.
She watched him go to the toilet and relieve himself. When he was finished he washed his hands then scratched his head. He got some lotion out then put a decent amount in the palm of his hands and started rubbing it all over his body. She looked at him for a second and wondered how old he was. They'd talked about it a little before but he never gave her a definitive answer. She knew he'd had some work down but he still had to be in his thirties right maybe forty.
"How old are you?"
"What," he asked giving her a sideways glance.
"Are you closer to thirty of forty.
" "Thirty hmp. I was thirty once."
"Yeah, but how long ago?"
"Some time," He said being vague.
"Well, how old are you kids?" she asked thinking that would be another way she could gauge his age. Were they toddlers or like preteens. It would be so weird if they were teenagers. She didn't know why but that seemed old. To be with some guy who had kids half her age.
"Old enough," he said.
"Like toddlers, kids or older?"
He chuckled, "What afraid I'm an old man?"
"No, I just had this weird dream about this guy, who was like in his fifties or sometimes."
"Right and if I was?"
"There is no way you look maybe thirty-five, forty at best, maybe"
"Yeah and looks can be deceiving."
"Seriously are you fifty?" she said starting to freak out.
"No." he said "I'm not much older then thirty." She noted how he still hadn't told her his age.
He looked in the mirror and smiled at himself. He wasn't fifty yet but he would be soon enough. Still he didn't look it, unlike in that dream he'd taken really good care of himself. He could see himself passing for thirty maybe even younger on a good day."
She watched him admire himself and turned her back to him stretching, "I swear, I have the strangest dreams when I'm with you."
"Hmm," he said but wasn't really interested.
She turned to face the mirror as he began to lather up his face for a shave. She watched him for a moment then moved to sit on the counter and continued, "Like I keep seeing these different places and stuff." He took up a razor and began to shave as she looked up at the ceiling and kicked her legs back and forth, "Like this last dream, was in some village or no a city after like a war or great catastrophe, something had happened and I was helping to rebuild."
He paused for a moment looking at her as his dream flashed across his mind but he knew it couldn't be the same one. He continued shaving as she babbled on, "And there was this guy who could build stuff that I was into but there was this other dude, who was old and like a city leader or planner. He'd taken my mom and me in and I'd trusted him but he was a total psycho or something like I think he married of one of my suitors to his daughter and like maybe killed this other guy. It gets a little crazy but-
"SHUT UP!" he snapped annoyed then puzzled. He furrowed his brow at how similar her dream sounded to his but there was no way they'd had the same one. It was not possible! "You're distracting me. I've got to get ready for work, go fuck off somewhere!"
"Okay, sorry," she said rolling her eyes.
She hopped down from the counter and knew she shouldn't have bothered telling him. He wasn't interested in stuff like that but she found it fascinating. Maybe she'd start keeping track in like a dream journal or something, when she was here. She walked off into the other room and he admired her ass in the mirror until it was out of sight. He liked seeing the mark he'd left especially knowing it was going to scar.
It would always be there, a reminder of that night and of how much he owned that ass. He smiled to himself and finished shaving. Then he went to his walk in and got dressed. When he came out he saw she was sitting up in bed watching the morning news. He adjusted his tie to see what was going on and they were talking about a fire. A picture of the trash heap guy she'd fucked flashed across the screen. She looked right at it but didn't seem to recognize him.
He couldn't resist asking."You know him?
"Who?" she asked.
"Guy on the news."
She looked but showed no reaction, "No, should I?"
"Hmp, they really are just cocks to you."
"What's that?" she asked, furrowing her brow.
"Nothing," he said giving her a smile. "Why don't you join me in my office. There is something I'd like you to see."
"Okay" she said crawling off the bed.
She went with him to his office. She still though it was cool it was hidden. She watched him open it then sat down on his leather couch. He sat down at his desk and pulled out a jar of something. He put it on the desk and gestured for her to take a look. Yet again, he couldn't resist.
She got up and looked at the jar tilting her head. He folded his hands and waited for her to say something. After about a minute she said. "Dude that looks like a dick in a jar!"
It was in fact a dick in a jar. The one he'd taken from that trash heap fucker. It had been so nice he'd preserved it. He got a wicked grin as he said, "It's not, it's a type of sea snail that looks like a penis. A friend gave it to me as a gift."
"A gift? You collect this sort of thing?"
He smiled at her and leaned back in his chair, "I collect all sorts of things and this, happened to be quite the specimen they usually aren't this big."
"Oh yeah," she said. Furrowing her brow.
"Please." he said sliding the jar forward. "Give it a real good look."
She didn't really want to but humored him. She picked up the jar and looked even closer at the contents. She moved it around looking at the different angles and wonder how this was a snail. It really did look like a big dick in a jar."
"I bet you wish it was a cock right? Think you could take on something like this if it were?"
"No." she said but giving it another thought, "Well I guess if it was a cock. I think I've taken something like this maybe bigger."
"Really," he said his eyes lighting up, "Bigger then this? When? I asked you about size but you'd said you didn't know and that too big hurt and was a waste of cock"
Shit the things he remembered. She sighed "I did and I still do think that way. Too big does hurt and it is a waste of cock but how do you think I figured that out in the first play. Girls gotta to at least try to know," She said setting down the jar.'
"Really how did it go and why did I not hear details about this?"
"As you said I've fucked a lot of guys. You expect me to give details on every one?"
"Fair enough but now tell me of this bigger guy?"
"He was nothing special just some guy I hooked up with for a little bit, It wasn't long but he's the reason I know pussies can stretch and shit" She knew she probably shouldn't tell him it was embarrassed. "I thought he might have like worn me out. Or like permanently changed my shape so I asked a doctor about it. She told me pussies can stretch and given enough time can also shrink back."
"Do you recall his name? Maybe we could look him up. I would love to see him, if he got you that concerned."
She let out another heavy sigh and began to wander around the room. She did know his name but wasn't going to give that to Dawson, knowing him he really might track him down, "I...wasn't really that concerned. I made it into a bigger deal then it was. I just wasn't used to someone of his size and was young and stupid. Who knows maybe he wasn't that big after all."
"But maybe he was," Dawson mused. "Also you're still young. There is so much you've yet to learn and experience. Don't be embarrassed I find it sweet."
"Sweet right," she rolled her eyes.
"Perhaps one day I'll get to see you take on something this size or bigger," he said playing with the jar. He slid it from side to slide letting its contents slosh about.
"No way!" she said. "My eyes are no longer bigger then my stomach. I know my limits." she lied knowing she'd recently fucked a big boy but he didn't need to know that. She wasn't suppose to be doing rando's and knowing Dawson he'd want to track him down and watch. "I think I'm good for a while. I liked the size of the guys you picked out the other day and I've been plenty fed." She still found it a little weird saying that. Fed...like her pussy had a stomach, "I think were good for a while."
"Do you now." he said putting the jar away. He sat back in his chair then barked, "Present!"
She had no idea what he was going on about and gave him a look. He did it again leaning forward in his chair, "Present."
"Present?" she repeated confused.
"Have you already forgotten!" He snarled getting up. He walked over to her and gave her ass a really hard smack. He'd put so much force into it she nearly fell over.
"Hey," she hissed as it stung. "That actually hurt!"
He reached out and grabbed her necked pulling her to him. "Good it should hurt! You've been naughty. You already forgot what I taught you."
"Taught me." she said still having no clue what he meant.
He grabbed her clit ring with his other hand and painfully twisted it. She cried out and grabbed hold of his hands.
"Don't," he said, "Let go or I'll snap it off."
She let go of his hand and he stopped twisting it and let go. He got in her face then finally explained, "When I say 'present,' you are suppose to offer your fuck hole up to me."
She vaguely remembered him mentioning something but said. "Haven't I already offered it up enough."
"No," he hissed then let go of her neck and pushed her back. She nearly fell but managed to keep her footing. He glared at her and once again barked. "Present!"
She sighed thinking this was so humiliating, presenting her hole. Still she stepped up to him, bent her knees a little and thrust her hip forward. She pushed her pussy toward him and spread her lips wide trying to show him her hole. He looked down at it and smiled, pleased. After a second he reached out and poked it, without warning sliding his finger in. She jerked and let out a slight whimper. She shook a bit from the sudden stimulation. He saw her shaking and commanded, "Hold it. Hold this position or I'll smack it!"
She held the position and he pulled out his finger. He dropped down crouching before her so he could get a good look at it. She just stood their awkwardly as he examined it. After a few seconds he breathed on it. It felt hot and nice. He reached out and jabbed it this time with two fingers she jerked but held her position as he pumped into her a few good times with his fingers. He pulled out then stood. She waited as he pulled himself out then nudge the tip up to her and pushed it in.
She closed her eyes and let out a low moan, even though they'd already done so much, nothing beat the sting of a cock entering her. She expected him to go all the way but he pulled back and watched her hole pulse with expectation. He could just see her walls instinctively moving, almost like it was crying out for his cock. He smiled but left it disappointed, putting himself away. Perhaps next time she wouldn't make him wait when he called her to present.
He turned his back to her and said "It could still give a little, like I said I want to be able to just slip in."
"Right," she said still thinking this was such a weird fetish.
"Right," he said returning to his desk. "It looks promising but we've still got a ways to go. Now it you'll excuse me I have to work."
"Right." she said finally letting go of the position, "Well you did invite me?"
"That I did," he said but said nothing more.
She watched him set up his desk and work for a little while but still wasn't sure what he did.
He had all sorts of charts and paperwork. She walked around his desk but didn't understand any of it as it was in different languages. All she could really pick up were various numbers, maybe a floor plan and a map. After a few more minutes she gave up on trying to figure it out and put her hands behind her back.
She started to wander around again this time looking over the room. She froze almost instantly. She had missed it when she'd first came in but the side wall where he'd once hung a picture of her was now covered in pictures from top to bottom. She stepped up to it and gave it a closer look, wondering if these were other women he'd been with but quickly realized they were all her. It was like one giant shrine of her. You couldn't see her face but you could see just about every inch of here body.
She glanced back at him then stared at it for a long moment unsure of how she felt. She knew he was always taking pictures but never really thought about where they ended up. It was a lot to see so many in one place! There was a fine line between flattered and freaked the fuck out and he'd damn well scrapped the surface. No! He might as well have plunged a knife right through the line.
"Like what you see?" Dawson asked, without looking up from his paperwork.
"I guess but it's getting to be…a bit to much, don't you think!"
"How so?"
"Uh, there must be a hundred pictures here!"
"The wall is only so big I had to choose my favorites."
"These are just your favorites!" she said turning to look at him.
"Some yes," he said still working.
"Some!" Okay she changed her mine he'd exploded the line with dynamite.
"As I said the wall is only so big."
"Seriously," she said. She looked back at the wall, very much freaked out now but also admittedly a little flattered. He must have really liked her to keep all these hanging on his wall. Then she came to her senses and got mad at herself for thinking such a thought. He didn't like her, just her body.
"You ever think of modeling?" He asked.
"Modeling?"
"Yes for erotic magazines."
"No," she said shaking her head.
"Why not?"
Why not? Seriously she thought they had been over this. Okay, apparently he didn't remember every thing she said. She threw her head back and said, "Uh, I know I told you about it, at least I think I did. When we were younger, my friend Tawnie and I used to get those kind of magazines. We'd learn about all the crazy shit and look over the personals. Tawnie actually wrote some men and one of them came to our school looking for her. It was freaky!"
"How so?"
"Uh well, like she didn't give out her real address or nothing and he hunted her down."
"Probably wanted to fuck her."
"Yah think," she said sarcastically.
"From what you tell me the two of you got around a lot so why not?"
"I don't know, back then we were just getting started and he was like twice our age and stuff."
"What do you think happened to him?"
"I don't know probably got arrested or something."
"Hmp doesn't seem fair?"
"Fair?"
"To get someone all riled up and not put out. Your friend was a tease. She should have at least given him a hand job for his time and all the trouble."
"Right," she said rolling her eyes.
She hadn't really thought about it back then. Hadn't thought of him being a person. He'd just been some crazy guy in a magazine that had freaked them out. Just another one of their crazy stories but he probably had gotten in a lot of trouble. At best they would have just sent him away, at worst he got on some list somewhere. They hadn't really thought about the consequences back then.
It was more about the risk and toying with the unknown. It was the early beginnings of their sexual adventures. Now a days, if either of them had written someone in a magazine and he'd just showed up they probably still would have been freaked out but would have at least gone out to dinner with them and maybe had a go at it, if they were half way good looking. Then again they knew what they were doing and how to handle themselves for the most part.
She realized they'd both probably become desensitized after all the shit they'd done over the years. She knew she definitely had with Dawson in just the last few month alone. There were a lot of things she thought she'd never do and were just too taboo that didn't seem all that wild anymore. Who knows what she might find freaky in a year, if anything, if Dawson and her were even still together. At the rate they were going she doubted this would last a year but now that she thought about it, she wondered just how long had it been? A few months no it had to be more than that six months maybe more. Shit! Time just didn't exist with this guy.
"So again, why not model?" he asked pulling her from her spiral of thoughts.
She crossed her arms as she watched him turn a page over and closely examine it. "Uh, are we going in circles here. I just told you!"
"Yes, yes you were freaked out back then but now you are far more experienced. Personally I think you'd enjoy putting yourself out there for all to see. I'm sure if anyone actually tracked you down you'd only be to happy for the attention and of course the cock."
"I have plenty of cock these days. I don't need to go advertising," she said shifting her weight. "Besides I thought you didn't want me screwing rando's."
"But of course, I'd handle everything." he said looking up from the paperwork. "I'd vet them so to speak. We'd start light put you up in a few magazines. Never show your face just your body begging for it. Some nice shots of your gluttonous hole."
She bit her lip then quietly asked, "Why? Why do you want to share me so much all of a sudden?"
"This isn't sudden Gwyne. I told you plans from day one. I want to open a gallery of just you. Put your pictures, video and everything that's been inside you up all over the place. I want to make your lewd body the center piece and let others see just how depraved you are.""
"Yeah I guess but I didn't think you were serious."
"Well I am."
"Yeah… I know that now but.." she hesitated.
"But what?" He pressed.
"Doesn't it…" she paused again, rubbing a hand up and down her arm.
"Doesn't it what?" he insisted.
"Doesn't it hurt or make you jealous to see me with someone else?"
He paused for a long moment then a smile spread across his lips and he let out a cackle, "Hurt? Jealous? You're hilarious. Why would I get jealous? If I like a book, I don't keep it to myself. I tell others about it and might even lend it to them."
"But I'm not a book" she pointed out.
"Yes, I'd get more use, if not overall value from a book." he said looking back at his work.
She stood there feeling offended. She knew this was how he was. He got off on putting her down but it still hurt to have someone claim a book had more worth then you. He went back to work but paused after a second or two and looked back up at her as she just stood there. "Don't tell me you're still hoping I or anyone for that matter will catch feelings for you. You're truly hopeless, Gwyne if you think anyone would ever want to do anything more then mess around with you. You're simply something to use. Everyone likes to get dirty every now and then but eventually they clean up."
She stood there wondering if he was now calling her dirt? "You know, you really have a way with words," She said sarcastically.
"Yes when it comes to you, I find it rather easy to express myself. Now back to what we were discussing, we should set up a session or two and get some professional body shots done. Then we'll post you in a few dozen magazines, maybe some sex club boards and see what we get back. Who knows maybe we'll set up a live performance."
"Live appearance, no way. You really don't know how crazy some people can get. Crazier then you."
"Don't worry about some deranged stalker showing up." Too late she thought as he went on" I'll handle everything. All you need to do is let that glutenous hole of yours go wild."
"Seriously, no!"
"Oh come on you're a natural exhibitionist! You're going to love this."
"No I'm not and no I wont!" she said adamantly.
"Remember when I took you to the garden. You were practically beaming exposing yourself to my camera."
"I was just messing around," she said blushing.
She was grateful the mask was hiding it. She remembered when she'd exposed herself in the garden early on. At first she'd been so freaked out. She knew he could do anything with those photos and show them to anyone he wanted to at any time. Admittedly she got a little excited thinking anyone could them and that they wouldn't know her but see her exposing herself. They'd probably think she was a total sex freak and now without a doubt she knew she was. Her life had been completely taken over by Dawson and sex...such wild and glorious sex. Still it was one thing to assume some strange might see naked pictures of you and another to know they absolutely would.
"Messing around, I don't think so that was you and your natural element. You should have see all those eyes on you as you streaked back to my car. You were a thing of true beauty."
"That day was just crazy!" she said shaking her head
"But you loved it, loved exposing yourself to others as you should. Fuck look at what you go around in on a day to day basis and all the shit you told me about you and Tawnie. You've been showing yourself off for years. We're just getting it on record now!"
She hated how he could twist things around. He had a way of getting under her skin and making her doubt herself She was sure she knew how she felt about this but now. No! "What about that night in the park!" She recalled. "After the sex club when you wanted to do it and all those guys showed up. I didn't enjoy that one bit I was absolutely terrified!"
She thought she had a valid argument there but he shook his head sitting back in his chair.
"It wasn't as bad as you remember. You were probably still coming down from everything that happened at the sex club. It was a lot for you to take in for your first time. You were just overwhelmed and those men in the park were unexpected. You worried things might get out of control but you don't have to worry about that. Just as I did back then, I'll always protect you."
"Right!" She snapped. "Like I believe that for a second when a book has more value!"
"It might but that doesn't mean I don't take care of all my things. I might let others look at you and lend you out from time to time but I wont let anyone hurt you but me. That is my pleasure alone."
"Right, I find that soo comforting." she hissed.
She didn't want to talk about this anymore, knowing Dawson he was going to keep pushing until she eventually gave in. She didn't want to. She could still remember how scared she'd been. Dawson said he would protect her but who was going to protect her from Dawson. More and more this whole relationship was becoming a nightmare. It was about time she woke up.
Dawson suddenly grabbed her around the waist and she cried out. She'd been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed him get up from his desk. He wrapped his arms around her and hissed in her ear, "Relax. I can see you getting all wound up. We're not doing anything right now. Just something to keep in mind as you progress."
"Right. Well maybe I don't want to progress anymore! Maybe I just want to stay right where we are." She said turning to face him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he put his hands on her hips. For a moment it was like they were almost dancing. She felt something strange again an almost affection for him. He ran his hands up and down her side and she leaned in to kiss him. He met her halfway and they kissed through the mask. It was gentle kiss but stirred something inside her.
He suddenly let go of her and pulled away, turning his back to her."You're distracting me again! I really do need to work." He went to his desk and sat back down going over his paperwork once more. She let out a sigh and shook her head. Again anytime things got too heavy, too real for him he quickly shut it down. She yawned getting slightly annoyed.
She crossed her arms and said "Right well, I should probably get going soon anyway, then I wont be a distraction."
"You're always a distraction whether you're here or not." He groaned writing something down. "You might as well stay one more night."
"Wasn't last night suppose to be one more night? You were suppose to take me home before you got sick." She couldn't help but notice he looked a lot better today.
"Trust me, tonight you'll want to stick around. I want to reward you for all your good behavior."
"Really," she said perking up then toned down her excitement, "Not another gang bang!"
He snorted but didn't look up from what he was doing, "You wish, no but I suppose there will be some bang." She saw the side of his mouth lift up in a mischievous smirk before he added, "Trust me you'll like it."
She scowled at him but he couldn't tell through the mask. She didn't trust him for a fucking second after the other night but she shifted her weight and said, "I suppose I could stay one more night."
"Good then it's settled, go back to the room, relax and feel free to order yourself something if you get peckish. I'll be busy most the day but after I'm done, we'll get dolled up, I'll take you somewhere special and then home."
"Promise,"
"Yes, I have to go out of town tomorrow anyway."
"Another few weeks or months, this time?"
"Not so long." he said scanning some paperwork.
"Hmm, well maybe I could use a break."
"Never," he hissed then looked up from his paperwork, "I really do need to work."
"Right right, okay." she said walking to the door," She was admittedly a little curious about his surprise and only hoped it wasn't another fucking roller coaster
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He watched her walk through the apartment on his security cameras before he got back to work. He was in such a good mood. He had never slept so good especially after such a bout of unrest. Once he knew Gwyne was occupied, he got to work and accomplishing more then he did in some weeks. Everything just felt so easy, he got into this work flow making calls, finishing reports, ordering supplies buying real estate, equipment, weapons and even had time to set up some personal recruiting. The only time he got distracted is when he noticed Gwyne had ordered some lunch. He'd added a banana to the order and enjoyed her reaction as she lifted it up and shook her head.
Towards the end of the day, he touched on a pressing matter. Something he'd been needing to address for some time. It had come to light that his boss was around more then he liked. He could see various points where he'd been checking up on him. He boss usually didn't check his work, of course he found nothing but he'd have to find a way to get him off his back. If his boss kept poking around then who knows what he might eventually 'discover.'
When he was finished with work he made arrangements for tonight. Then got in a good work out in his home gym. He took a quick shower in his other bathroom and as he stood under the cold stream of water he debated what he was going to do about his boss. Up until now he'd been content in his position but as of late he no longer liked being on a leash and didn't just want to work until he retired. As his appetite for Gwyne had grown so had his ambitions.
He could clearly see now how his boss was mismanaging things and how many opportunities he'd foolishly passed up. Before it hadn't mattered to him but now that he wanted to expand his opportunities his mind set had changed. He began probing weakness and taking note of valuable information that could be quite useful in his rise to power. Of course, he'd have to be careful, a certain amount of risk always came with great reward.
As things were now he was in a field of landmines, should he make the wrong step, it wouldn't be good for anyone and yet he felt invigorated, alive for the first time in years. He realized he'd just been going through the motions but now he was enticed nay compelled to see just how far he could reach and how high he could climb.
He stepped out of the shower and wandered through his apartment in nothing but a towel. In the hallway leading to his bedroom, he paused starting out the window. The sun was beginning to set and he took a moment to admire it. Everything in his life just felt like that much more. Maybe things had changed or perhaps he had. He smiled seeing a reflection of himself in the window. He really did feel different...more powerful. He already knew he was capable of anything and that nothing was beyond his reach but now he planned to put it to the test.
When he returned to the bedroom he found Gwyne unconcious. He'd given her a little something with lunch not wanting her to become restless. He didn't need her poking around or deciding she wanted to leave regardless of his surprise. It was hard for him not to climb in bed and spend the rest of the day inside her.
He hadn't planned on rewarding her given he'd already spoiled her with cock but he wanted to show her something special. He wanted to make it clear she could get whatever she needed from him. That he was her end all in "entertainment." He went to his closet and got dressed peaking in on her every so often. Once he was ready he went to her section of the closet. He'd never shared his closet with anyone, not even his wife had a single item yet for Gwyne he'd compiled a small section of all the things he wanted her to wear.
He picked out a nice sheer dress with patches of black splattered in just the right places, sheer stockings and a garter belt with little black boots. He laid them out on the bed then carefully undressed her. He ran his hands over her then adjusted her corset. Given the training she'd already had he'd tightened it some and adjusted the shape as well before putting it back on her.
He took great care in sliding on her garter belt and stockings, kissing her ankles and then thighs as he moved the delicate fabric up her skin. He secured the straps and then spread her legs apart. He kissed her delicate lips and rested on them there for a second. When he pulled away he grasped hold of her clit ring with his teeth and gave it a little tug. She twinged and he smiled down at her with delight.
He wished he could always keep her like this drugged up and at his disposal. He ran his hand over her breasts, corset and stalkings. He still needed to get the dress on. He rubbed his mouth then checked his watch. There was time...enough. He pulled himself out and placed himself. Her body welcomed him with ease and he moved her limp form about the bed taking her sideways at first and then missionary, it didn't take him long to work one out in her.
He even took off the mask so he could admire her. He loved watching her sleep, loved having these private moments where he didn't have to hold back and could lose himself within her. He softly moaned as he came, brushing his hands over her eyelids and noses. He kissed her lips then pulled out pinching off any excess cum not wanting to waste a drop.
He pulled back and admired her. He couldn't resist taking a few pictures. He moved her about the bed posing her in various positions. At one point he rolled her on her stomach and admired her new forming scar. He traced it with his fingers and gave her ass a good squeeze. He made sure she was still breathing and dragged her to the edge of the bed. He bent her over and took her again. He wasn't as gentle as before roughtly bucking into her as he jerked her hips. She flopped about as he came and then he rolled her on her back. He'd made a bit of a mess this time and had to clean himself up and then her.
He changed his clothes again and her cum covered stockings. He swore he could go for hours days with her like this. He loved every bit of her yet grew angry that a being such as her existed. He'd always been in control of himself, his actions, thoughts, emotions and yet she rattled him to he core. He set an alarm and held her for a few minutes as he whispered into her ear things he'd never say to anyone.
When the timer went off he groaned but slid the dress on. Her tits were so big it stretched the mesh out and her nipples rings kept poking through. He played with them a bit then brushed her hair. He'd liked her long hair and missed running his hands through it but it was better like this, way more controlled. It helped him to compartmentalize.
He could also still manage it. He grabbed some of it and yanked her head about making sure he could put her in her place. Then he put on a new mask he'd had several custom made. It fit like a glove around her head and left her mouth area open. He slid on and laced her boots before he took his time with her make up. He put his favorite shade of lipstick on her pouty lips, then padded them with tissues a few times before kissing her to make sure it didn't spread or smear…
She was all ready to go now. He tidied himself up in the mirror but debated canceling plans. He wanted to fuck her until his daughter's flight arrived. He chuckled to himself thinking maybe he could keep her drugged up in his closet while she was here. Then once his daughter had left he'd take Gwyne out and she'd be none the wiser that any time had passed.
He stood in the doorway for a moment, staring at her then snapped out of it and realized at this rate they were going to be late. He opened his cabinet and pulled out a syringe. He found a good vein then injected her. Once he could see it was working. He made travel arrangements. When he returned she was just coming out of it.
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