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with this notice attached.* * * * * * * * * * Mr.  Marcus has had a couple
of experiences with his boss's boss's boss's Tashun's niece Reese.  Due to
a business trip, he's about to get to know a co-workers daughter quite
well. Smile pretty and say, "Cum." * * * * * * * * * * Word spread quickly
that I was an asset on sales trips.  Just my luck.  Though, with Harriett
jetting all over the country, sitting home alone, even with a substantial
and growing porn collection of books, videos and photos, was tiresome.  So,
when I got the email that I was going to see a customer alone, I was quite
shocked.  I wasn't the shake-hands, smiley-faced deal closer.  I was the
factual, technically astute back room guy who got overpromises
delivered.The presentation, fortunately, was to a technical team at one of
our existing clients.  And the material had already been compiled into one
of those obnoxious slide presentations.  I was told to show the slides but
not read them, as some of the sales geeks did, talk about the topic on the
slide, ask for questions and move on.One quirk in this smooth plan was that
Archie Green was updating the current version of the presentation with new
products and he was home sick.  I needed to stop at his house on the way to
the airport and pick up an electronic copy.  No paper handouts with this
client, who'd gone completely paperless.  Passing out copies of the
presentation from a tall stack of sacrificed trees would insult their
culture, something even I knew to avoid.Archie's nose was raw from generic
tissues when he answered the door in his bathrobe.  His voice was nasal. 
"Good, you're here.  I've got the presentation almost ready on my
computer." Almost?  I had to leave, and quickly.  I followed him through
the bedroom wing of his ranch home.  We passed a girl's bedroom, with pink
walls and clothes strewn on the floor.  A white blouse and familiar plaid
skirt lay on the top of the pile.  That was Inga's uniform.  "Is your
daughter in private school?""Sure thing.  Got to keep her away for sex,
drugs and violence."I chuckled to myself.The next room was a spare bedroom,
the family office.  An older PC sat on a desk cluttered with sheets and
scraps of paper, CDs without envelopes, magazines, you name it.  The
presentation was on screen.  Looked good to me.  I pulled out my trusty USB
thumb drive.  "Put it on here.""How much space is available on that
thing?"The thumb drive held my traveling porn set, for keeping me occupied
in the hotel room.  Saved me big bucks on X-rated movie rentals.  "A couple
hundred meg.  Should be enough."Archie shook his head and snarfed mucus
before it dripped from his nose.  "Tashun made me add a personal video. 
Takes just under two gig."Shit!  I didn't have time for this.  The file was
too big for a CD.  "You got a DVD burner in that thing?"Archie repeated his
negative head motion.  "Nope."I saw that Archie's PC was wired directly
into DSL.  No home network, so we couldn't use file sharing to get the
monster presentation off his PC onto my Mac laptop."Now what?" he
asked."You got anything else?  Memory cards or something with larger
capacity?"Archie's eyebrows and the corner of his lips rose.  "Claire has a
digital camera I got for her birthday.  And a two gig memory card." Archie
stumbled from the room and returned with a USB media reader with a card
sticking out of one of the slots.  He plugged the device into his computer
and checked for available space.  "Damn thing is almost half full.""Tell
you what.  I'll burn the contents of the memory card onto a blank CD while
you finish your work.  Then we'll copy the presentation onto the
card.""Great!" Archie unplugged the media reader and handed it to me.  Then
he pointed to a spindle of blank disks.  While he typed, clicked, changed
fonts and repositioned text boxes, I burnt the camera data onto the blank
CD.  It just fit."Done," he announced."Me too." I erased the memory card,
unmounted it and handed him the media reader.  He dutifully saved the
updated presentation to the card.  In a flash, I was out the door.I slept
in the airport at the gate and again on the airplane.  The droning hum of
the engine was white noise, letting me catch up on too many late nights
surfing for college girls who'd gone wild and naked.My plan was to check
into the hotel and read though the presentation to get comfortable with the
sequence of topics and see what new products and services they'd added.  I
knew the background and details like my own name, so there wouldn't have to
be any learning.  When I opened my Mac laptop, I noticed the icon for the
CD.  Damn, I hadn't left Archie the CD I'd burned with his photos.  From
his daughter's camera.  Hmm.  I opened my favorite slide show player, the
one I'd use to view my erotic photo collection and pointed it at the CD. 
The CD drive whirred and clicked to life.  In a few seconds, the first
picture arrived on screen.  Was this Claire?  I advanced with a click.  The
next photo was of the same young lady.  Someone else had taken these
pictures because Claire's hands were in the frames and the angle couldn't
have been achieved using a timer.  She must have taken after her mother's
looks because Archie wasn't close to being this cute.  The pictures started
out with Claire posing in her pink room.  The stack of clothes was
familiar, so these pictures had been taken recently.  They started out
quite sterile, Claire posing stiff with plastered on grins.  Then, one
strap of her tank top off her shoulder.  Her expression turned to anxiety.
Was this minor issue a problem?  Then the other strap off her shoulder, and
the tank top lowered to expose the top edge of an overflowing bra.  The
photographer was coaching her to disrobe.  Damn, a strip show.  I unzipped
my pants and dropped my jockeys.  This was better than some third-rate porn
flick on the hotel's cable system.  That series ended abruptly but another
series started.  Claire was wearing a long beige dress, probably intended
for prom or some other formal event.  Her nipples showed as she stretched
her arms above her head.  Did she know they were sticking out?  In slow
increments, she raised the hem of the dress.  Facing away, she exposed her
calves, then the back of her knees, stopping at her waist, her panties and
ass cheeks on display.  God, she had a nice butt, roundness protruding from
both sides of skimpy undies.  The next series were in a bathroom.  Claire
was in a t-shirt.  Again, it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra.  The size
and shape of her breasts were obvious as she pulled the material tight
against her chest.  In one shot, the photographer was reflected in the
mirror over the sink.  Damn if it wasn't Norma of The Perfect Breasts.  So
Norma was directing these photo sessions.  In the last bathroom picture,
Claire's t-shirt was damp, either by her own hand or more likely by an
unsuspected dousing by Norma.  The shape and size of Claire's nipples were
no longer a secret.  Although her breasts weren't as large or fine as
Norma's, they were lovely in their own right, with bloated nipples as a
bonus.I looked down between my legs.  I'd been jerking myself
subconsciously as I viewed Claire's photos.  I'd gotten close to blowing my
load.  Archie would blow his stack if he knew Claire was a party to this
kind of behavior.  I took a pause from the voyeur's tour of my colleague's
daughter and took a cleansing breath.  I couldn't show him this stuff. 
Hell, I couldn't even tell him.  And what about Claire?  These photos were
hers, taken with her camera.  They were her property, and I was obligated
to return them.  The idea of being in the room with her, handing her the CD
- well, my prick pulsed at the possibilities.  Wait a second.  This was the
daughter of a co-worker.  I had rules against lascivious behavior when it
came to the workplace.  Despite those rules, I'd fucked Tashun's niece
Reese six ways from Sunday.  What rules applied to Claire, if any?I went to
bed, tossing and turning, unable to get the pictures of Claire out of my
mind.  So, at one in the morning, I booted my computer and returned to the
slideshow that I'd aborted.  The next series started out pretty tame, with
Claire in a zip-up long sleeve hoodie and jeans.  The jeans went first,
exposing see-through pink panties.  Then the zipper dropped, perhaps three
inches per photo, until the hoodie was open and the inside edges of
Claire's naked breasts grabbed my attention at the same time my right hand
was grabbing my dick.  No nipples but plenty of skin.  That's when I
noticed that Claire's figure had one flaw.  From her upper chest to her
hips, her body was two straight lines.  No curve at the waist whatsoever.
With clothes on, she seemed a bit chunky, but in various states of undress,
she was positively hot.  Maybe because when breasts or groin are available
visually, no man thinks about whether the woman has a waist, just not
letting her nakedness go to waste.  Claire had changed into a flower print
dress.  She laid on her stomach in the living room, holding her head up
above folded arms.  Norma had moved around and took feet-first shots.  The
back of the dress retreated, until I was looking at a leg runway
terminating at Claire's g-string covered ass.  My dick was ready for take
off.  I heard my breathing deepen.  Claire had moved to a sofa for the next
shot.  She sprawled against one arm in a skirt and sleeveless blouse.  As
she sat leaning forward, the collar of the shirt hung down.  A clear valley
between the mounds of her breasts appeared.  That position made her tits
seem larger than she stood up.  The hanging effect, I call it.  When she
sat back and hugged her knees to her chest, her panties pressed tight
against her pussy between fleshy thighs.  I was treated to the shape and
contour of her lower lips and the crease between them.  Claire stood at a
wooden door in the next set.  She wore a blue sweater and shorts.  The
sweater was tossed two pictures later.  The shorts came down.  Now she
stood in tank top and panties.  She faced away from the camera and dropped
the panties halfway down her ass.  Now, a woman's crack is never sexy, and
neither was Claire's.  But she didn't stop.  And with the panties hugging
the bottom curve of her ass, the path between her buttocks took on a very
sensual aura.  Because at the bottom of the separation, still hidden from
view by the wisp of cloth, was a succulent pussy.  Claire turned around,
her body bare from just below her breasts to just above her mound.  The
slope of her stomach towards her crotch was bare.  Only her pussy was
covered.  I wiped perspiration from my forehead.Then a pose with which I
was familiar - bra, panties and white school stockings.  I'd seen Inga in
precisely the same garb.  She'd been hot, and so was Claire.  And my dick
would have continued merely to throb except for the last photo.  Claire,
either on her own or coached by Norma, unlatched her bra from behind,
pushing her breasts towards the camera.  And when the bra slipped off her
shoulders and down, she remained in that chest-forward pose.  Finally,
after who knows how many pictures, there were Claire's tits, offered up for
the viewer to savor.  Only when I looked down did I see my dripping dick
and the cum stain on the rug.  I rolled over in fetal position and slept
until the walk-up call came.I'll admit I was distracted during the
presentation.  Sometimes I had to be asked a question twice, but I never
blew an answer.  Every idle moment I glanced towards my briefcase on the
floor, thinking about Claire's photo CD.  I thought about it while I shook
the customers' hands.  I thought about it during the cab ride to the
airport, and in the gate area and on the plane.  My plane landed at
two-thirty in the afternoon.  Instead of going home, I drove to Archie's
house.  By the time I got there, school had been dismissed.  If Claire was
lucky, Archie would be back at work so we could talk.  If I was lucky,
Claire would put on a private show for me.  I rang the bell.  No answer. 
Out of the corner of my eye, Claire pranced up her sidewalk."Hi.  Can I
help you?"Get aroused?  Too late.  Her starched white blouse, short plaid
skirt and white stockings had already pumped me up.  "I'm Harvey
Marcus.""Who?""I work with your father."She put her hands over her mouth.
"Oh no.  You took my camera chip."I nodded.  "Can we go inside and
talk?"She unlocked the door.  Her hips swung as she crossed the threshold.
Did she know how sexy that was?I reached into my briefcase and handed her
the memory card.  "This is yours.  We had to erase it to put my business
presentation on it."I felt the breeze of her sigh, a deep breath that
strained her blouse before exhaling.  "That's okay.  There wasn't anything
important on it anyway-"I held the burnt CD up.  "But I copied the memory
card before we used it." I held the disk out for her to take.  She
flattened her hands on her skirt.  'Did you, I mean, there were things, oh
God, you didn't-"I nodded.  I had, almost all night, without sleep.  And in
the process, I'd memorized the size and shape of Claire's body.  'It's
okay-"Claire collapsed to the ground, weeping into her hands.  I shouldn't
have noticed, but the skirt rode high on her thighs.  I knew where those
thighs led - to a meaty pussy under a slightly rounded belly.  "I knew I
shouldn't have posed like that.  Norma said she was trying to help, but she
wasn't." Claire looked up with pleading eyes.  "You're not going to tell
Daddy, are you?" She grabbed one of my calves with an outstretched
hand."No, I'm not." I tossed the CD to the ground next to her.For the first
time, Claire smiled.  She wiped her wet eyes on the sleeve of her blouse. I
remembered the wet t-shirt photo.  "Thank you." She got up, but not without
lifting one leg that exposed her undies.  My prick pulsed.  The vision of
sensuality that I'd spent hours examining in my hotel room stood mere feet
away.  Could she tell just how turned on I was?"My friend told me the
pictures would help me become popular.""Norma said that?""Yes.  Why, do you
know her?""Through a mutual friend.  So how were they supposed to do that?"
The pictures would certainly inspire lust.  They'd done that for me."Boys
haven't been very attentive.  Maybe they think I'm not pretty enough.  Or
maybe they're scared.  I am too, a little.  Norma said, either way, seeing
me in a different way would knock down the barrier."A particularly charged
up young man might want to shatter another barrier, assuming Claire was
still a virgin.  "They certainly showed one particular side of you."Claire
turned in profile.  "My front or my back?"It was a provocative pose, seeing
as how excited her tits and ass made me.  "I didn't mean it that way." She
smiled.  "That was a joke.""And a good one."She hung one finger from her
lip.  God, how sexy was that?  "So which photo was your favorite?  Of the
ones you looked at, I mean."I'd viewed all of them, at least twice.  How to
pick?  "Hard to say." And I did mean hard."'Cause I'm not very big up
here." Claire cupped her breasts.  They were slightly bigger than a
handful, using my hands as a measure.  Would she let me?  "And I'm too big
down here." She spun and grabbed her ass.  The back of the skirt lifted,
revealing the back of those thighs.  The treasure was inches north.  "I
think you're nicely proportioned." Not really, but it would have been nasty
to damage her self-image.  "Want to see me?  For real, I mean?  'Cause
maybe if I posed, like in the pictures, it would be easier for you to
decide.  "Easier?  Nope, but more rewarding.  "Would you do that?""If you
liked the photos, sure." She bent to pick up the CD.  Panties in full view.
My heart skipped a beat.  I followed her down the hall, plaid skirt waving
back and forth, providing sneak peeks at her panties.  "I'll try on some
things and you can take pictures.  Maybe you'll have a new favorite."Did
she "new" or "nude"?  The camera might keep me occupied but I was
preoccupied by the memories of Claire's form.  "Sure." She handed me the
memory card.  Her camera was on her desk, cluttered like the floor, covered
with papers and trinkets and jewelry.Claire scanned through the contents of
her closet.  "You'll like this one.  Wait in the hallway."I shut her door
behind me.  I heard grunting.  "Are you okay?""Yeah fine." She sounded
breathless.  "Its just a tight fit.  Come in."Claire was squeezed into a
skintight sleeve of stretch material decorated with butterflies. 
Appropriate since it resembled a cocoon from which a naked butterfly would
emerge.  She'd opted out of a bra and there was some kind if string around
her hips.She raised her arms and posed.  "What do you think?"The top slid
down as soon as her arms went up.  Then she inhaled.  The hem lifted as
well advancing up her thighs.  "I think if you move any more that dress
will be a belt around your waist."She struggled to pull the top back up but
it slid down immediately.  She ignored the bottom, which had reached crotch
height.  The panty substitute was a patch of material strung through her
thighs suspended by a single cord around her hips.  The patch was a bit
small for such a wide and fat mound.  Flesh stuck out on both sides.  The
top slid precariously close to her nipples.  The upper mass of her breasts
bulged over the top.  This would have made a great series.  Then I
remembered I had the camera.  I brought it to my eye and snapped some shots
of Claire's struggle.We both laughed at Claire's predicament.  The camera
bounced in my grip.  Until she let go of the dress.  It slid in slow motion
over the front of her breasts.  Exposing her nipples and the rest of her
tits.  Like I'd predicted, the dress was now a wide belt exposing almost
all of Claire's charms.  Everything but her fat cunt.  I clicked like crazy
to add bare tit shots to my collection.  Claire covered her breasts with
her hands.  Too late, but I shot a picture of that as well."How was
that?""Great!  My new favorites.""I can do one from the chip. 
Okay?""Should I wait out there?""Why?  You've seen me in this outfit
before."Yes, but not changing in and out of them.  Being naked in between.
My breath was ragged.She turned her back as she slid the band of material
over her hips.  She could have stopped right there as far as I was
concerned.  My heart beat faster looking at her essentially bare ass.  And
then she slid the g-string thing off.  Her pussy was buried between thick
thighs.  I turned around to regain some control.  How would I not throw her
on the bed and fuck the daylights out of her?"I'm ready."When I turned
around, it was a live version of the bra and panties and stockings shot. 
"You like this?  "Was it my tongue hanging out or the bulge in my pants
that gave me away?  "Oh yes.""Norma told me that if guys my age didn't find
me attractive, older men would.""She was right." No need to take a picture.
I already had one."Do you, find me attractive that is?" One knee had
crossed the other.  "You have no idea." She was as nubile and desirable as
any young woman I'd ever seen."Goodie!" She ran over and hugged me, burying
her face in my chest.  I responded in the only logical manner and hugged
her back.  And toyed with her bra strap.  "None of the boys seem to think
so." She looked up from our embrace.  "There's one outfit I refused to wear
in the pictures.  I'd like you to see it.  Okay?"I nodded."For this one,
you'll have to go out so I can change."Her criteria for whether I stayed or
not was confusing.  I exited her room and idled in the hallway.It only took
a few minutes.  "Okay, I'm ready."Was she, ready for me?  Ready for what
with me?  To pose, or something more?  It was clear why she'd decided not
to get shot in this pajama outfit.  The top was sheer, her nipples clearly
visible.  So were the panties, more than a hint of pubic hair and her pussy
exposed.  I had one thing to say.  "Wow!""This shows too much,
right?""Well, there was that one photo where you dropped your bra -""The
topless one?" She turned red.  "Shit!  Norma promised she'd deleted
it.""She didn't." My previous experiences with Norma proved that she wasn't
trustworthy.  Fuckable with great tits, yes."So you've seen me naked on top
in one picture.  This isn't that much worse."Claire didn't include the
slippery dress incident a few minutes previous.  The topless photo was
great but this was in person.  "I guess not.  But did you ever pose in
panties that sheer?" There, I acknowledged that her pussy was visible.She
touched herself there.  "I guess not.  Does it make a difference?" She left
her hand in place, fingers caressing her labia.  "One thing you don't know
is what happened after Norma stopped shooting.  Every time, I needed
relief. You know what I mean?"I sure did.  "Uh huh." I needed some, right
then and there.Claire plopped back on her bed and massaged her breasts
though the translucent top.  She arched her back each time her hands passed
across her nipples.  One hand snaked down into her panties cupping and then
palpating her pussy "You know what?"That you'd like a fat juicy dick down
there?  Or that you'd like a man's lips on your nipples?  'What?"I think
Norma is a lesbian.  She bucked her hips, fingers digging into her vagina.
And I think she was trying to make me one too.Why do you say that?Because
she touched me and helped be play with myself although j still can't seem
to get it right.  When she dud it I got all churned up inside.  But I can't
do it for myself.Your technique looked good to me.  Very good."Then how
come I can't give myself an orgasm?""Try again."This time, she slid her
panties off.  "Tell me what I should do."Her thighs opened and her finger
slid up her labia and then into her pussy.  Damn, why should I let
something that juicy go to waste with masturbation?  My prick would do a
great job of getting her off.  Her movement was in and out, ignoring her
clitoris "Try bending your finger and sliding it down and in instead of
straight in."She altered her entry but not what I'd suggested."It's not
working.  Show me."Was she really asking me to touch her pussy?  A daydream
come true.  I dampened my finger between her labia before probing for her
clit.  It was nestled between the two flaps at the top edge of her slit. 
One touch and her hips jerked.  "Shit!  What are you doing?""It's a
sensitive spot.""Damn right it is."She didn't ask me to stop so I kept
going.  Then she dropped her hands to the bed and gripped the sheets.  I
took up the slack, finger fucking her as best I could, leaning over her. 
Her nipples threatened to poke through the sheer material.  God, I wanted
to lean over and suck them, cloth covered or not.  Her quick breaths and
spasming hips interrupted my train of thought.  I didn't stop until she
melted back onto the mattress, legs splayed, eyes closed.  "Damn.  Even
Norma didn't do it that good." Claire sat up, threw her arms around my neck
and kissed me.  No tongue, but hard-pressed mouth.  She came up for air. 
"Thanks.  That was great.  For a while there, I thought that guys couldn't
get me excited, but you disproved that."My erection was at face height
after I stood up."Damn!  Look at you.  I turn you on too.""You expected me
to stay unaffected?""I didn't think about you at all.  I'm sorry." She
pouted.  My dick flinched.  "Let me help." Her fingers searched for my
zipper."Maybe we should stop here." Because with my dick out in the open
and her panties off and her being all lubricated, there was the distinct
possibility for sex.  And at that point, I was undecided about whether that
was a good idea or not.  Oh, sex is always a good idea.  But with Claire?
In her bedroom?  And her father due home from work?  That might be just a
tad too risky.  While I pondered my choices, Claire had made hers and
closed her lips on my dick.  She sucked and slurped and drooled.  I had to
stop my hips from thrusting.  Fucking her mouth might ruin the whole thing.
"That feels good." No lie there."Mmmmfff," she replied.I took that to mean
she was enjoying it too.She changed to pumping my cock with one hand.  "Are
you going to orgasm?" "Norma said she's done this with guys lots of times.
She has them cum on her tits.  She has nice tits, doesn't she?  Not like
mine.""You have lovely breasts," I said.  "I came when I saw that topless
photo.""You did?"She pulled the lingerie from her body and there they were.
She swung her legs to the floor and resumed pumping, now with both hands.
"Cum on my tits."I helped Claire by leaning forward and back.  She squeezed
hard, to give me pressure, the only way I was going to cum.  Drench my
tits," she crooned.  "Cover them."I did, with my hands.  And I plucked her
nipples.  Now she was moaning and pumping.  Which got me even hotter.  I
leaned forward so the head of my dick bumped in between her tits.  The
shallow valley was the standby for her pussy.  The mass of her breasts was
too little for a tit fuck so a chest fuck would have to do.  "That's it,"
she urged me on.  "Cum on.  Get juicy."I pinched her nipples.  She pulled
even harder on my dick.  My balls tingled.  I rocked side-to-side, dripping
cum on both tits, rubbing my dick against her nipples.Claire looked down at
the mess I'd made on her tits.  "Wow!  How hot was that?""Very." I needed
someplace to sit down.  I picked the chair in front of her desk.  I hadn't
taken any photos of her hand job or my finger fuck.  Just as well.She
leaned back and spread her legs.  "You can fuck me if you want."It was an
exciting invitation but her timing stunk.  I was in no condition to have
sex with anyone.  I'd just ejaculated, and recovery for me wouldn't be
instantaneous, despite what porn stories say.  "I'm not prepared-"Claire
got up and sat on my lap, one leg on each side.  My limp dick was just
below her spread labia.  "You will be." She resumed kissing.  I used my
tongue first.  She startled, and then joined in with awkward thrusts of her
tongue in my mouth.  One of her hands took my prick and rubbed it against
her pussy.  "Norma said she's done it with older men.  I bet she never had
a penis this big."In fact, Norma had this precise prick.  Our conversation
about Norma and fucking was helping me get harder.  Not erect, but fat
enough to be manipulated.  And Claire did just that, puttying my dick in
direct contact with her cunt.  My cock bent with the pressure.  If I got
firmer, I'd expand up past the entry.  "Hello?  Is anybody home?  Marcus,
you here?"I lurched at Archie's voice.  My prick sampled Claire's pussy
just for an instant.  Clair jumped off my lap, grabbed a shirt and pants
and ran for the bathroom across the hall.  I forced my half-mast dick into
my pants and zipped up.  I looked for something to hold.  Claire's camera.
Hey, how did it go?  Archie walked in."I knocked them dead," I said.  "You
look better,"Yeah.  Cold broke a few hours after you left." He spied the
unlabeled CD on the floor and picked it up.  "Whose is this?""Claire's."She
entered the room, plucked the CD from her father's fingers and tucked it in
a textbook on her desk.  "My pictures.""So what have you guys been doing?"
Archie asked.I hope his nose was still stuffed enough not to smell the odor
of sex in the room.  "We were talking-""About photography," Claire butted
in.  "He was giving me some pointers.  Taking good pictures is hard.""Maybe
you should work with him, to get the most out of your equipment," said
Archie.I smiled.  I'd almost gotten full access to Claire's equipment. 
'I'd like that," said Claire."Sure, I'd be glad to teach her what I know."
About exposure and f-stops and doggie position."Great!  You want
something?" asked Archie.  I'd already seen his daughter naked, fingered
her and slipped my dick briefly into her cunt.  "No thanks.  I should go
home and get some rest." I walked to the front foyer."Get some rest so
you're ready for my lesson," said Claire.Archie scratched his head but said
nothing."Jet lag," I muttered.  "See you in the office."I achieved another
erection by the time I got home, just thinking about my next encounter with
Claire.  ### An Original H M Tale I'm always interested in reader feedback.
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