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 Author: Spunk N.  Wagnels
Title: (SNW) Not With My Daughter!  31
Part: 31
Universe: Not With My Daughter!  Saga
Summary: Marnie, her sister-in-law and her friends finish carrying out a
plan to tell
their husbands the humiliation they are going through while Brenda

enjoys a temporary tattoo.  Keywords: exhibition, humiliation, forced
nudity, nc

   The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to
view at their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so.  Similarity
to persons, living or dead is coincidence.  All rights are reserved by the
author.  Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can
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including this disclaimer.

   This is a continuation of a story, "Not With My Daughter!" & "Not With
My Daughter!, Parts 2-30" which can be found at "Spunk's Place" (See at
bottom)

   Not With My Daughter!  Part 31 by Spunk N.  Wagnels

   Brenda awoke to the feel of a hand touching her breast in the handprint
of the henna tattoo.  "Wha . .?  Jimmy what are you doing?" She demanded.

   "I, I was . . .  just remembering what it was like to model my hands on
my favorite model." He replied sheepishly.

   "Well, you can't sneak feels on me.  Is that clear?" He nodded his
embarrassed assent.  "I'm afraid this is grounds for a spanking." He looked
scared, then rebellious, then interested in the punishment.  Brenda swung
her legs off the edge of the bed, patted her lap, and ordered, "Now take
off your things.  It's time to redden up that bottom. . . .  No,
everything."

   Jimmy stood sideways to her and began to bend at the waist.  As he came
down upon her legs, Brenda closed her thighs on his hairless genitals. 
Jimmy turned red with lust and anticipation.  Brenda spoke to him as she
roamed her hand on his naked butt.  "Jimmy Crandal, if I don't teach this
lesson now, you'll get into even bigger trouble with girls when you get
older." Then she gave him a swat that made his body lurch, his cock
stiffen, and his breathing momentarily irregular.

   Brenda leaned down over his body to speak into his ear furthest away,
bringing her naked breasts into contact with the tingling skin of his back,
"How many do you think I should do?" Then she sat back up to get his
answer.

   "I never should have done that without your permission.  You should do a
lot, I think." Jimmy responded, turning and twisting to try to look her in
the face, but was prevented from twisting enough from the grip Brenda's
legs had on his nuts and wiener.

   Brenda leaned back over moving her nipples back and forth on his back,
"Well, I think ten should do it for now, since you understand the error of
your ways."

   She gave him five evenly paced, increasingly harder swats, but could
only get groans from him.  She swatted his behind a couple of more times
trying to get just one exclamation of "Ouch."

   "Ooo, argh." Jimmy exclaimed as he arched his back.

   "Are you okay?" She asked concerned.  Jimmy stood, but instead of
rubbing his behind, he was cupping his groin.  Brenda had inadvertently
squeezed his sweat slippery package with her legs when she was winding up
to swat him a notch harder and caught his nuts in a painful attitude.  "I'm
sorry, Jimmy.  I didn't mean to hurt you, really." She held her arms out
welcoming him for an embrace.  Jimmy relished the feel of his naked body up
against hers, and was reluctant to let go of the hug.  "That was careless
of me.  I'm really sorry, Jimmy.  I'll tell you what, now you get to spank
me, okay?"

   Jimmy brightened a bit, composed himself, and nodded with increasing
enthusiasm.  "Here, now you sit down . . .  and I'll lay across you like
this." She said, letting her breasts hand down on the outside of his right
leg and her bare ass sticking up off of his left.  "Now it is your turn to
give me as many swats as you think I need."

   Jimmy's heart was racing and he was breathing with excitement.  Brenda
wiggled her ass in the air to entice him further into beginning the
punishment.  Jimmy gave her a token swat and then hugged his face into her
side, causing her to wiggle from the tickle.  "Now, if you are going to get
back at me, you are going to have to concentrate and do it harder." Jimmy
brought his hand down with more of a slapping sound.  He watched her
breasts move as she absorbed the strike.  He swatted her again and observed
her body move as she received the shot.  He put his right hand on her right
breast, cradling it as he lowered the next swat.  "That's better." Brenda
remarked at the increased intensity.  His hand came down again harder. 
"Oooo, you've got some pep there." She said flirtatiously.  He kept it up,
harder each time, still holding the closest breast in his cupped hand,
awaiting an indication from Brenda that he had reached her limit.  Finally
she said, "Okay Jimmy Boy, that's enough.  Oooo, that smarts now."

   "I'm sorry Brenda." Jimmy said, starting to rub her reddened bottom
gently with his offending hand.

   "That feels good Jimmy." She purred.  He started to gather and rub both
of her breasts with his right hand and started rubbing all around her
bottom with his other.  Brenda's groans and body undulations told him to
keep it up.  When his fingers grazed her pussy, she bent her knees and made
it more available to their touch.  One part of her wanted to tell him to
stop, but the better part of her made that impossible.  She lewdly moved
her body into more favorable positions for her breasts and pussy as Jimmy
moved in sync to her body's communication.  She was finally moving her ass
up and down wantonly against his hand until she exploded into a body
gripping orgasm in which she squeezed her body around Jimmy's legs like
handcuffs on a wrist.

   ***

   Back in their respective homes, Marnie, Barbara, Sally, and Betty were
waking up and greeting the day with their confused husbands.  Marnie
reached her arm over Roger's chest and moved in to kiss him.  Then she
started to move her hand down his chest and stomach.  Roger acted
embarrassed and sat up on the edge of the bed saying, "I've so many things
to get done today.  I didn't get to half of what I was planning on
yesterday." Then he got up and headed for the shower.

   "What can I fix you for breakfast?" Marnie called to him with a
clandestine smirk.

   "The usual would be fine." He said as he closed the door.

   With Brenda sitting over at Crandal's, Marnie went to the kitchen in
just her transparent nightie.  As she was fixing coffee, the phone rang. 
An anxious Barbara was on the line.  "I hope I didn't wake you, Marn."

   "No Barb, I'm up.  What is it?" Marnie asked.

   "How are we going to do this, exactly?" Barbara asked.  "I mean, tell
the guys so they won't hold any of this against us?"

   "Why don't we all get together away from the husbands, let's say at the
mall at 1:00 and plan it out." Marnie suggested.

   "Okay, I'll call the gals and we'll meet you by the food court at One
unless you hear from me." Barbara replied.

   ****

   After morning exercises, Brenda asked Jimmy if he wanted to go see a
movie before his parents got back.  He was enthusiastic to go when the door
bell rang.  He answered it to discover it was Jeff.  "What do you want?"
Jimmy said with contempt, his magical time with his babysitter now having
been interrupted by an intruder.

   "Where's Brenda?" Jeff said, looking all around as he moved into the
house.

   "She's upstairs taking a shower.  I'll tell her you were looking for her
when she is done." Jimmy said, trying to escort Jeff out the door.

   "Not so fast Squirt." Jeff said somewhat amused.  "I'll just go see if
she needs anyone to wash her back."

   "Oh no you don't." Jimmy said holding onto Jeff's arm as he was
beginning to be dragged to the stairs.  "No!  No!  Stop!  You can't . . ."

   "What's the matte . . ." Brenda said appearing at the top of the stairs
wrapped in a towel, drying her hair with another.  "Jeff!  What are you
doing here?"

   "I came to give you a message from my dad, but I could get into some
other fun instead." He said lustfully peering up and down her towel wrapped
body.

   "What's the message?" Brenda demanded.

   "Says he's got a modeling gig if you're interested."

   Jimmy brightened, Brenda eased up and smiled.  "Oh yeah?  When can I
talk to him about it?"

   "He'll come by to talk to you and your mother tonight if you want." Jeff
said.

   "Tell him `Great,' we'll be there waiting.  I have to get ready to go
out, so it was nice to see you again and I'll talk to you later, okay?" She
said coming down the stairs and grabbing him by the arm.

   "Well I thought . . ."

   "I really have to get ready and go.  I'll talk to you later." She said
hurrying him along to the door Jimmy had open and waiting.

   "Bye." Jimmy said happily.

   "Okay, I'll let you put lotion on me and then we'll go." She told the
excited Jimmy.

   *****

   Marnie approached the anxious Barbara sitting at a table closest to the
escalator.  "Am I early?" She asked wondering where the others were.

   "No, I'm early, you're on time, and the others are late." Barbara said.

   "I'm thirsty.  Can I get you something?" Marnie asked.

   "No thanks.  I'm fine.  Here they come." Barbara announced.

   The women greeted, got their food and drinks, and then got down to
business.  "What are we going to do Marnie?  George was acting kinda weird
this morning." Barbara said anxiously.

   "The way I see it, the guys have had an experience they don't want to
tell us about and we have had the same.  The only way to protect ourselves
from the hammer Larcher holds over us is to tell them our story, then they
will tell us theirs and we will be bonded against that low life Larcher."
Marnie surmised.

   "How do you see our telling them?" Sally asked.

   "Well, why don't we all get together at our house tonight for a
barbecue? Then when everyone is fat and sassy from a good meal, we'll start
to move the conversation to sexual things and eventually we will be able to
start talking about it." Marnie offered.

   "We'll need to get them in the mood." Sally said.  "How about we plan on
modeling new sexy lingerie or something for them?"

   "Me, in front of your husbands in lingerie?" Betty complained.  "I don't
think . . ."

   "It's not a bad idea.  Remember what is on that tape Larcher can show
them.  We need to get closer as a group to fight this blackmailer at his
game." Marnie advised.  "Where do you propose we get the stuff?  Sheer
Sensations is no longer at this mall."

   "The only place I can think of is that new adult department store down
the road." Sally offered.

   "The one in the news?" Barbara fretted?

   "They say they are trying to cater to everyone.  We can at least check
it out." Sally said.

   "Okay, but maybe we should have the barbecue at my house." Betty
offered. "It is more private in back."

   "That sounds like a plan." Marnie said as they picked up their things
and headed out.  As they were leaving, Brenda and Jimmy were walking in. 
"Brenda.  Jimmy.  How is everything going?"

   "Hi Mom, Aunt Sally, everyone.  We're going to see a movie.  What are
you ladies up to?" Brenda responded.

   "We have some shopping to do Dear, have a good time.  When will you be
coming back home?" Marnie asked.

   "Probably around Five.  Walter might come by to talk about a modeling
gig.  Will you be there?" Brenda asked.

   "Well not exactly, and I need to talk to you about him later.  Why don't
you have Susan over while your dad and I are out and I'll talk to you about
it when we get back." Marnie said.

   "Okay Mom, but you are going let me do the modeling thing, right?"
Brenda asked.

   "We'll see.  We don't even know what it is.  Have fun at the movie. 
Nice to see you Jimmy." Marnie said moving again to the exit.

   Once outside, Sally said, "Larcher is coming to your house tonight?"

   "He can't give Brenda any modeling assignments without my approval and
it is better that we are not around if we are going to have our special
time with the boys tonight.  Let's go." Marnie said.

   The Fantasyland Boutique For Discerning Adults was bigger and better lit
than any of the ladies predicted.  They picked up items, joked, and giggled
about using them.  The place seemed friendly and unintimidating, which put
them in randy moods.  They each picked out daring items for another to wear
and dared each other to try them on.

   "I'm sorry Ladies," the clerk interjected, "these items are too intimate
in nature to be tried on. . . .  That is, unless you'd like to have them
for free."

   This got their attention.  "For free?  What do you mean?" Marnie asked.

   "Have you not heard of our `paid test drives?'" The clerk asked.  The
woman shook their heads "no" quizzically.  Well, we have special dressing
rooms which dispense money when you try out our things and you can easily
make enough to pay for anything you pick out from our store in them.  Waves
of panic swept over the ladies faces collectively.  "The longer you are in
there and the more enthusiastically you try out our products, the more
money gets dispensed in the dressing room."

   "Now let me get this straight.  You have rooms that give us money to try
on or tryout your products, and you pay us to do so." Sally said
skeptically.  "You expect us to buy that line?  What, we're not in there
alone right?"

   "No Ma'am.  You are completely alone in the rooms." The clerk assured
them.

   "So we are private in the dressing rooms?" Betty asked to clarify.

   "Well, so to speak, but if you want money to come in the room through
the slots, you'll have to slide the panel open and use the mirror provided
in the room.  Otherwise, no money will come through, and anything you try
on or out is considered purchased." The clerk said.  "If you'll wait just a
minute, I'll see if any rooms are ready."

   The clerk went through a door at the back of the large store and
disappeared from view.  "Marnie, let's just buy some things and go.  This
place is beginning to give me the creeps." Barbara said.

   "No wait.  This could be fun.  Brenda taught me to try new things and
this has exciting possibilities." Marnie said.

   "Marnie, what on earth are you talking about?  Don't you get it?  Behind
those mirrors, people will probably be watching us and pay to do so. 
Barb's right.  Let's go." Sally said.

   "Yeah Marn, let's go." Betty added.

   "Well, wait for me.  I think I'm going to get my stuff for free.  If I
can't see anybody looking, then it will be just like trying on a new item
at the department store.  Here, I'll try this one on." She said, referring
to a one piece frilly see-thru that ties around the waist, goes down
through her legs and up across her chest, tying around the neck on top.

   "You're seriously going to buy that . . .  and you're going to model it
tonight?" Betty asked aghast.

   Okay Ladies, I have two rooms open now, and another will open up in a
few minutes." The clerk said.  "If you like, the rooms are big enough to
double up in."

   All said "no" with their expressions except Marnie who smiled and
followed the clerk back to a hall with six doors all along one side.  She
went in and looked around at the four walls.  She actually was running on
blind enthusiasm up to this point and now was having reservations about
pushing the button the clerk had pointed out to slide the panel open to
reveal a mirror.  "What is the worst thing that could happen?" She thought.
"I'll just push the button and see what it is like."

   With a mechanical sound of grinding gears, the panel slid into the wall
to reveal a large vertical mirror.  She went up to the mirror closely to
see if she could see through it, but try as she might it just seemed like
an ordinary mirror.  She stood and checked her makeup while she was so near
it, then backed up and looked at herself at full length, sliding her hands
along her curves as she turned to one side then the next.  "What the heck."
She thought, pulled out her shirttails, and started to unbutton her blouse.
With a whirring sound, a dollar appeared through a slot in the wall and
landed in a tray below it.

   Then she turned to look at herself from all angles, now down to her bra
on top.  When she reached behind herself to unhook her bra, another dollar
whirred through the slot.  She turned her back to the mirror to let the bra
drop and turned back around facing the mirror with her hands covering her
breasts, as two dollars whirred through successively.  She picked up the
lingerie still covering her breasts with her arm, turned her back to the
mirror and tied the top around her neck letting the piece hang down in
front.  When she turned towards the mirror with her hands at her sides,
more dollars whirred successively through the slot.  She started to sway
her hips to music in her mind as she unzipped her skirt in back, dancing
for the reflection in the mirror dancing back at her.  Dollars continued to
whir through the slot as she lowered her skirt, her slip, and then her
panties.  Dollars continued as she pulled the flimsy material through her
legs, up her crack and tied the thongs around her waist in front.  She
modeled the outfit for herself in the mirror, merely listening to the
whirring, which was reinforcing her to camp it up.

   Then with excitement, she hurriedly redressed herself, gathered up the
fistful of money, and ran out to the front where her gal pals were waiting
and mentally debating what they should do.  When they saw Marnie beaming
and holding a fist full of dollars, they were shocked into full attention.
Marnie quickly grabbed some things off of the shelf, took Barbara's hand,
and pulled her toward the dressing rooms saying, "Com'on Barb.  You've got
to try this."

   Barbara merely muttered "bah, bah, . . ." as she allowed Marnie to drag
her along to the dressing area.  Sally, not to be outdone by her
sister-in-law, grabbed Betty by the hand and asked the clerk, "Could you
show us the other room you said was ready please?"

   "Sure thing, right this way ladies." The clerk said.

   Sally spurred on by the confidence and excitement Marnie was manifesting
looked around the room intently, ignoring Betty's whining objections. 
"Look, here it is." She said reaching to push the button which moved the
panel aside into the wall revealing a large mirror.

   Betty moved to the side wall clutching her potential purchases to her
chest, while Susan examined the mirror close up.  She looked at the slot,
the tray below it, and stood for a second imagining what Marnie and Barbara
were probably doing in the next room.  To try the things on, she realized,
she would have to take her clothes off, so she started to remove her
blouse, when a dollar whirred through the wall, getting both of their
attentions.  Betty went over to confirm her vision and picked up the dollar
and inspected it, looked back at Sally, as if to say, "Yes it's real," and
backed back up to the side wall holding her things now at her side.

   Sally watched the mirror intently for clues as she slowly removed her
bra, leaving Betty to marvel at the money starting to whir through the wall
periodically.  "Come here.  You too." She ordered Betty and pulled her to
the center of the room right in front of the mirror.  Sally unbuttoned
Betty's blouse while Betty stared at themselves in the mirror like a deer
in headlights.  Dollars started whirring through at a quicker pace when the
two were topless facing the mirror, save for their hands covering their
nipples.  Then the dollars slowed to a halt when the two just stood and
stared.  Sally put a hand down, then the other and a dollar came through
again.  Then she jiggled her breasts with her hands underneath them and
dollars started whirring in successively again.  She took Betty's hands
from Betty's breasts and the dollars increased their pace.  "No don't."
Betty protested.

   "Com'on, this is cool." Sally encouraged, and they grew more confident
and excited step-by-step about controlling the flow of dollars into their
room.

   Marnie led the way in her room convincing the reluctant Barbara to
follow her lead, who kept herself several steps behind.  It grew easier to
gain Barbara's cooperation with the concept as she grew to associate the
dollars with her actions.  When they were both totally naked in front of
the mirror staring at themselves, Marnie took Barbara's hands away from her
attempts at modesty, and said, "Com'on, loosen up, you'll like it."

   Barbara clamed up even more, "No Marnie, this is too scary."

   Marnie moved over, hugged her friend, and whispered, "Remember how
outrageous we were in that contest?  Let it flow."

   Barbara hugged her back and whispered, "Thank you." Then for no apparent
reason, they turned toward the money slot and both noticed the bill coming
through - it was a Five.

   In room 2 Sally was trying to get Betty to dance with her in their
frilly see-thru purchases.  Sally tried to tickle her to break her mood. 
Then she started singing, "Dun, dun, dun, dah dah dah, dun . . ." to the
tune of the Can-Can, a tune they were recently familiar with.  Betty smiled
and joined arms with her to high step in unison while trying to fight back
a laugh.

   Then Betty stopped Sally, "Look!  A Five."

   They got giddy and started to dance as sexy a dance as they could
conceive of.  The dollars flowed in without interruption.  But they were
dollars.  So Betty started to take off Sally's outfit as they both
continued their dance.  Betty watched intently for another sawbuck to
appear.  She put her hands on Sally's breasts from behind her, wiggled
them, and watched triumphantly as a Five appeared again.  Sally overlooked
the weirdness of having her friend pawing her body as she partnered with
her to make more of the sawbucks appear.

   Marnie slipped a butterfly looking device up Barbara's legs and brought
it to rest over her clitoris.  "Okay, dance Sister." She said bawdily, and
looked over at the tray to see another Five appear.  "Dance, Sister,
dance." She said with enthusiasm as she turned up the intensity of the
vibrations now humming at Barbara's most sensitive spot.  Barbara danced
bowlegged, eyes closed, head back, fingers lingering while combing back
through her hair.  Her head started to go from side to side as she moaned
"No . . .  no . . .  no . . ." turning into "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!" As she came,
her head flopping up and down in a whirling dervish like state.

   Sally and Betty exchanged kisses on their breasts in a state of thrilled
embarrassment ameliorated by the number of Fives being interspersed with
the Ones.  As if in a daze, Betty placed her hand on Sally's pussy.  Sally
snapped back to reality and put her hand gently on Betty's.  "I think we
have enough, probably more than enough to buy these things.  Why don't we
check." The two ignored the mirror as they hurried their naked forms over
to the overflowing tray and gathered up the money, sorting out the Fives
from the Ones.

   "Wow Sally, look at all of this money.  We have enough to buy even more
things." Betty said excitedly.

   "Whew!  This is really something isn't it.  Let's get dressed and see
what else we can find out front." Sally suggested.

   They met Marnie and Barbara coming out of room 1.  With Christmas day
smiles they each held up their fists full of cash and headed out to settle
up with the clerk.  "Please come back again soon.  You ladies are good for
business." The clerk said as they left higher and hornier than they could
remember in a long time.

   That evening Roger proudly made "Roger Burgers" while the husbands joked
around the barbecue, still somewhat avoiding interaction with their wives.
When the eating was over, another round of beers delivered, and
congratulations to the chef completed, Sally blurted out, "Hey boys, we
have a little something for you tonight."

   The husbands sat in a row of chairs joking around in anticipation of
what the wives might have for them in the backyard of Betty and Paul's
house on a warm late summer evening under the cover of falling darkness. 
From the house slinked a leggy slim blonde figure in a leather collar,
leather strapped bikini top with nothing but two leather patches held in
place by chains to cover her nipples, and a crotchless thong bikini bottom,
tiptoeing up to her husband.

   Ron slid his butt back into the back of his chair, looked over at his
buddies ogling his wife and complained, "Jeez Honey, what are you doing? 
In front of Roger and the guys?"

   Sally ignored his protests and did a seductive dance in front of him for
a moment, then sat on his lap as Marnie started her walk of tease out to in
front of Roger.  With all eyes on Marnie, Sally fished out Ron's hardon and
hid it in her slippery snatch while she joined the boys in admiring
Marnie's frilly transparent outfit, which except for the falling darkness,
would have her looking downright naked.

   Barbara knew she would have to follow through with it to support what
Sally and Marnie were already trying to accomplish and took Betty out with
her for support.  So the tall brunette Betty and the somewhat shorter blond
Barbara strutted out together in a sexy duet.  Marnie figured out what
Sally had done with Ron and took matters in her own hands to get Roger's
swim suit down far enough to have him inside of her as well.  She now
joined Sally and the boys enjoying Betty in a French maid's outfit
consisting of thong panties, a black skirt that only came three-quarters of
the way down her butt cheeks, and nothing on top but the bib of a micro
apron, which did little to cover anything but her nipples, navel, and pubic
triangle.  Barbara, danced her seductive dance before George in a
sleeveless see-thru babydoll teddy that ended right where the see-thru
panties began.

   All of the women were uncomfortably horny from the planning and
execution of their strategy.  Barbara and Betty could tell, despite the
darkness, what Marnie and Sally were enjoying and took off their bottoms,
pulled down their husbands' shorts and mounted their waiting poles.  The
awkwardness and embarrassment was overshadowed by collective lust, as
hearts pounded, bottoms and laps squished together, heavy breathing gave
into groans and moans.  Occasional thoughts made themselves known to the
fornicators, "Don't be first!" and "Don't be last!" Sweat was mingling,
kissing tried to muffle the sounds so the neighbors wouldn't hear, then all
of a sudden, the flood lights went on, as Brenda, Susan, and Larcher
tripped the motion detector at the side gate.

   "Mom!  Dad!" Brenda screamed in shock.  "Mother!  Dad?  Wha . . .  ?"
Susan exclaimed in disbelief.

   The lap dancing ground to a halt, as the ladies shifted clothing and
moved their hands into modest coverage of their exposed areas.  "Oh god."
Some said.  "Shit!" Exclaimed others.  But, the only way to maintain
modesty for their husbands was to keep them embedded as they swung their
legs together.

   The girls and Larcher approached.  "What are you all doing?" Brenda
said, now a little more like a cat toying with a mouse.

   "Can you turn off the lights, Dear?" Marnie asked, realizing that the
men could see her basically naked form, since her hands were not large
enough to cover much of her breasts.

   "They go off after awhile by themselves, don't they?" Brenda responded
looking at Betty for confirmation.  Marnie looked peeked.  "So Mom, that
modeling gig, I can do it right?"

   "Larcher, what are you getting her into?" Marnie asked.  The others just
wished she would say "yes" and get it over with so the girls and Larcher
would go away.

   "The visiting Julian Stewart Exhibit needs performance artists on an
ongoing basis for the next three weeks.  I could get you all into it if you
like." Larcher said amused at what he had fallen into.

   "Okay fine.  Brenda, I'll talk to you about it when we get home.  Now go
and I'll see you later." Marnie said.

   "Okay Mom, I'll go, but remember, you've said I can do it, right?"
Brenda said, as the lights timed off.

   "Yes Dear." Marnie said, relieved to be back in the dark.

   The trio left speaking softly and laughing, while the couples unwound
into their fornicating postures again, forgetting that the intruders were
reaching the gate, and the lights flooded the yard again.  All they could
hear, as they hung their heads in desperation, was Larcher's voice yelling,
"Carry on!  Carry on."

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