Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in 
PASSIONÕS PLAYPEN

Chapter Seven

	Kate felt the car stop some time later.  She was squirming in her seat.  She could barely hold in her pee.  She sat with puffed cheeks, exhaling in little puffs, scared that she would urinate on JohnÕs hand-tooled leather seat.  She could think of little else.  Her fears were submerged in a desire to relieve her bladder.  She was grateful for Miriam, who kept her hand pressed close to KateÕs muff.  She sqeezed KateÕs cuntlips together in a childish, but so far effective, attempt to keep her from peeing.
	John escorted the blindfolded Kate from the car as grandly as heÕd put her into his car.  He held her arm and carefully helped her place her feet on his asphalt driveway as if she were the Queen of Sheba and he merely a slave.  In fact, as Kate was well aware, feeling her pee about to burst from her, she was JohnÕs slave.  She gained the ground and immediately chafed in his hands, eager to run into his house and piss.  She hoped they were at his house.  She had no way of knowing, but theyÕd promised her a proper bathroom when they arrived.  For a moment she thought, in insane desperation, that they might be at a posh restaurant, a private one where no one would mind if a girl were brought in all stained with cum from sex play.  Yet, she decided, such a bizarre fantasy was just a product of her dips into alt.sex.stories on boring school nights.  SheÕd been reading too much Missy, she assured herself.
	John and Melinda did not remove her blindfold.  They led her into the home they shared in such a manner that she would be unable to identify it, seeing only the rooms, never the outside.  Kate blushed as she felt cool air wash over her heated body.  The cape round her shoulders was left open.  It trailed behind her in the night wind, letting the air stroke even her bottom, making it chilly.  Her hair was a wreck but the wind lifted her long blonde locks and, under the shining moon, it drew them out behind her, making her look like Lothiriel in TolkienÕs Lothlorien.  An elven queen, moving unsleeping through the night air, watched by the trees she heard swaying around her.
	Kate was helped to mount stone porch steps.  Both John and Melinda helped her, each taking one of her arms that was handcuffed behind her, guiding her with their hands on her slim upper arms.  Kate heard John put a key in the front door.  She stood with her bottom cheeks compressed, her thighs pressed tightly together, weaving a little on her feet as she concluded she couldnÕt hold herself any longer.
	Suddenly she felt a wetness running down her legs.  She exhaled softly.  A wave of relief washed over her.
	ÒGood God!  SheÕs peeing on our porch!Ó Melinda cried to John.  They watched her, holding her arms.  Kate felt her urine run down the insides of her thighs, despite holding her legs together.  Her pee stained the stone and ran down the steps.
	Melinda used KateÕs cloak to wipe between her legs.  ÒYouÕve been very naughty, Kate,Ó Melinda told her.  ÒLook at you!  Semen burbling from your slit, your pee running down your legs.  And your hair, beautiful but unkempt, matted with errant shots of menÕs sperm.  Is this how your mother would expect you to come home from a party?Ó
	John laughed.  ÒI forgive you for that, Kate.  I wouldnÕt want to see you hurt yourself trying to be good for me.Ó  He urged her forward.  Kate crossed over the threshhold into his house.  He didnÕt deign to carry her, but she was merely a slave and he had treated her remarkably well so far.  She told herself that Melinda would have been jealous if John had carried her in.  Kate felt a sense of happiness as the warmth of JohnÕs home replaced the cool outside air.  Her goosebumps lessened.  She felt herself pad across a deep plush carpet and then, going down what sounded like a hall, she was stopped and she heard John open a door.
	A smell of bare earth met her nostrils.  Kate felt herself pushed forward and she balked.  Her feet met creaking steps and she climbed resistantly, unsteadily down a flight of raw wooden steps.  She felt a sense of danger.  Yet, with her bosoms pushing out before her, their nipples eager and stiff, with her cunt wettening a little even as she descended, Kate knew she was going to be placed into whatever John had prepared for her.  She hoped he was compassionate for her.  She was just a young college girl, playing games, feeding in oats she knew she should never touch.
	KateÕs blindfold was removed by Melinda.  Kate opened her eyes and stood for a moment completely rigid, stiff as her nipples were.  She was in an earthen cellar.  A wooden floor covered it but the walls were bare and had a deep fertile smell to them.  Kate saw not far from herself a collection of pillows arranged on the floor.  They were covered with silk pillowcases and looked newly washed.  Beside them, but at a little distance to keep them from getting wet, was a water pump.  It was made of brass and looked newly re-built, as if it had replaced a much older model.  Next to the pump, to receive its libations, was an old battered tin washtub.  It looked clean but it seemed like it might be for washing a dog in, or a cat, yet Kate noticed it was big enough for a girl to fit into.  A clean layer of plastic lay under it to keep the wooden floor from getting soaked.
	Next to the tub was a wooden post.  Kate flinched as she saw chains hanging from the post.  They were neatly looped around a crosspiece that stuck out, penis like, to hold them aloft.  Kate saw that manacles were attached to the post, separate from the chains, bolted like handcuffs to the front of the post.
	Kate shivered.  It was cool in the cellar.  Deeper in the gloom she saw unlicensed casks of whiskey and, surrounding them, sacks of pot.  She knew a little Spanish and she read the words printed neatly on the burlap sacks.  ÒGolden Weed,Ó they said.  Along the top of several bags were much smaller bags, carefully taped shut and white in color.  ÒFlour,Ó each bag proclaimed, but Kate guessed it wasnÕt flower they held inside them.  It was a small fortune in heroin or cocaine.
	ÒYouÕll be kept downstairs in the storage room for awhile,Ó Melinda told Kate.  John held Kate as Melinda lit a number of tall tapering candles near the cushions.  Kate saw the candlelight sparkle upon a tea tray lying in the cushions.  It held a small silver vase of fresh cut flowers and a silver pot of tea, plus blueberry bagels, fresh from the oven, and slices of ham and munster cheese.  The flowers in the vase were roses and peonies.
	ÒAfter your bath you may eat,Ó Melinda said to Kate.  John pushed her forward toward the collection of cushions.  Kate saw that despite the crudeness of the tin tub there was a small collection of perfume flasks and an atomizer and some fragrant fresh soap next to it, plus a bottle of strawberry Suave shampoo.
	ÒGet in the tub,Ó John told Kate.  She didnÕt respond.  She merely stared down at it, standing over it now, an empty old tin tub that hardly matched the nice bath Marie had always bathed her in.  John pulled her cloak off and reached into his pocket.  Kate heard him draw out his keys and he unlocked her handcuffs.  
	Melinda, to KateÕs surprise, removed her dress.  She worked quickly and in just a few moments she was completely naked, just like Kate, but with her hair much better kempt than KateÕs was.  She reached back into the bun of her hair behind her head and undid it.  It fell down along her face and over her shoulders.  Kate stared at Melinda.  The brunette had a body like a model.  Her hips were slim and her legs long and the only thing that must have kept her from being one was the size of her breasts.  They were quite pronounced and they presented themselves quite firmly, lofting up like twin balloons on her chest, or twin sno cones, topped by cherries, for Kate saw that Melinda had taken care to tan herself in such a way that her breasts, and her pubic region, were kept perfectly white.  There were no marks on her anywhere, despite her life with John and his bad reputation.
	Kate felt a little jealous of Melinda and thought, as the woman gazed casually at her, that the feeling was mutual.  Both of them were very pretty and John, still suavely dressed, had obviously to choose at some point which of their pretty nests he wanted to stick himself into.  Kate heard a scuffling on the stairs and, startled, turned her head.  John held her firmly.  As Kate looked behind herself she rubbed her wrists, for the handcuffs had been a little too tight for her.
	ÒMaÕam?  Sir?  Will you be wanting anything else?Ó Kate heard a high-pitched, proper British accent ask.  
	ÒBring the strap.  Our guest may prove unruly,Ó Melinda said casually, brushing her hair back from her face as she spoke.  Kate shivered and felt her bottomcheeks tense.  John cupped her bare heinie with his broad calloused palm and made her step into the tub.
	ÒSit down.  IÕm going to bind your hands to the post so Melinda can wash you properly,Ó John told Kate.  She looked up at him.  She was forced to huddle in the tub in a seated postion, her bottom against the cold tin floor of the tub, with her knees drawn up to her chin.  Her arms sought refuge from JohnÕs command by wrapping themselves around her legs.  Kate interlinked her fingers in hopes of denying him.
	As easily as if plucking fruit from a branch, John reached down with his hands and plucked up KateÕs.  He lofted her hands over her and pushed them backward until they bumped against the post.  Then he fastened each of her wrists into the steel manacles that were fixed to the post.  Kate, not fighting him by trying to remove her hands from his, instead leaned forward and bit at his crotch with her mouth.  His dick was caught quite visibly in his trousers and she tongued at his zipper with her tongue and then caught it between her teeth.  As he bolted her wrists to the post she unzipped his pants.  She delved between his opened zipper with her tounge, feeling the steel bits of the opened zipper scrape themselves against her tongue as she went exploring.  She licked his cotton underpants.  They were stiff with promise.  John laughed as he felt what she was doing to him.  Quickly he finished binding her.  Then he opened his trousers and dug inside his underpants hole and presented Kate with his freed cock.
	Kate gasped at his size.  He was as big as any man sheÕd encountered.  She gave his pee hole a tentative lick with her tongue.  Then, boldly, as if to scare him, she caught his big bulbing penis head between her teeth and drew back her lips to let him see how her small pearly teeth held him so dangerously.  But even as she lightly bit him she could feel his girth and the blood pounding in his shaft and she knew he was like an iron beam, barely feeling her little teeth as they tried to taunt him.  So she licked his pee slit with her tongue again and this, unlike the biting, produced a response in him.  He sighed and seemed to grit his teeth and for a moment she felt scared that he might actually spill himself into her mouth.  She looked up at him and watched his face as he recovered himself.
	Out of the corner of KateÕs eye she saw a large rotund woman dressed in an old-fashioned maidÕs outfit.  She walked across the wooden floor carrying a leather belt.  She held it out in front of herself by her fingertips, as if she were afraid of it, or disapproved of the use it might be put to.
	ÒI trust the tea is satisfactory, maÕam?Ó the maid asked in a voice that showed her pride, despite her status.
	ÒIÕm sure it will be, Eunice,Ó Melinda answered.  If the maid noticed that Melinda was completely naked, and that Kate was new and naked too, and that John had his penis between KateÕs lips, the maid showed it not.  Primly she turned upon giving Melinda the belt and walked back across the floor and up the cellar steps.  She was quite fat and Kate could hear her stockinged thighs rubbing together as she walked.  Yet, lifting her dress slightly to keep it from brushing the steps, the maid walked with a certainty and a gracefulness that Kate envied.  She was just a little college girl ensconsed in an old tub, but the maid was a proud, matronly woman, who performed her duties well but obviously suffered no abuse from anyone.  
	ÒCall if you need me, maÕam.  IÕll be walking the dog meantime,Ó Eunice said without turning to look back at them.  Kate watched the womanÕs girth disappear up beyond the top of the steps and she heard the cellar door open and close.
	ÒShe does good work,Ó John said absently to Kate.  ÒThe tea is always fresh and she takes care of everything we donÕt want to bother with.Ó  As he spoke he eased his cock out from between KateÕs lips.  She gave his penis a parting kiss on its tip.
	ÒSit back and relax.  IÕll wash her,Ó Melinda told John.  He retreated to the pile of cushions and sat down on them.  Leaning back, he lay like a Roman emporer, still dressed in his suit but with his penis out to take in the air.  It stuck up like a scepter.  
	Melinda took something from atop the bales of pot.  Kate saw it brought into the light made by the flickering candles and saw that it was a camera.
	ÒDo you want to begin photographing her?Ó Melinda asked John.
	ÒYes,Ó John smiled.  He took the camera from Melinda.  He adjusted its knobs and its lens.
	ÒI donÕt want to be photographed!Ó Kate blurted.  She tried to get up from the tub but found sheÕd lost her ability to, given that her hands were fixed to the post.  
	ÒOh, JohnÕs going to record every nuance of your emotions during your stay here,Ó Melinda smiled.  Her eyes glinted as John pointed the camera at Kate and set of its flash bulb.  KateÕs eyes were recorded in panic, her breasts bouncing on her chest as she tried, vainly, to rise from the metal tub sheÕd stuffed herself into.  ÒYou should be proud of the expense heÕs going to, just for you,Ó Melinda said with a smirking smile.  ÒThe best soaps and the finest tea and fresh silk cushions for you to lie upon are all yours, because he considers you beautiful, even though you are just a girl starting college.  And the expense heÕll incur printing all those photos heÕs going to take of you!  He hopes to recoup the cost, of course, charging quite a lot for a peek at you in your birthday suit, but itÕs a risk all the same, and he might lose his shirt, if men feel you donÕt suit them.Ó
	John took photograph after photograhp of Kate, catching her every gasp as she stared into his camera and then, blushing, tried her best to look away, all the while with her arms manacled above her and her breasts responding bouantly to every one of her nervous sighs.  Melinda walked over to her and began pumping the pump.  John captured a shot of her bottom as she bent over the pump and worked its handle.  MelindaÕs breasts dangled beneath her like ripe fruit and Kate wished she could bite off MelindaÕs stem-like nipples.  John caught another shot of Kate as the ice cold water from the pump spurted and sloshed over Kate into her imprisoning tub.  It came from deep within the earth and Kate hoped there werenÕt any nightcrawlers breeding down in that deep underground well that fed her bath.  The water was freezing and Kate felt her nipples stand out even more protrudingly, as if that were possible.  Yet the water, washing over her, felt cleansing too, washing away the sperm of the men who had loved her in MarieÕs evil Ôgame room.Õ
	Melinda bathed Kate lovingly.  She lifted each of KateÕs bosoms, using a sponge.  She bent and teasingly kissed each of KateÕs nipples before passing the soap-laden sponge over them.  She washed between KateÕs thighs, and John recorded KateÕs apprehension as Melinda scrubbed KateÕs pussy until Kate felt herself brinking on orgasm.  KateÕs arms were unshackled when it was time for her bottom to be bathed.  Melinda smoothed her soft palm across its white, satiny surface.  Kate suspected sheÕd feel something much less pleasant on her bottom before her visit with John and Melinda was over but, for the moment, her hiney was accorded the same luscious affection as the rest of her.  Her legs were washed and Melinda complimented their length and firmness.  They were a little skinny, she told Kate, but in time her thighs would fill out.  
	Kate was made to present her slit to Melinda and the woman stuck a squeeze tube into her and douched her, John watching, photographing it all.  Kate blushed deeply, knowing the tube must look like a prick upping its way into her, or growing out from her, but there was nothing she could do and she was sleepy now from her long night and she didnÕt resist.  Melinda douched KateÕs bottom too, for she could see that someone had spent himself in her there, leaving his seed behind to slowly ooze out of her.
	Melinda washed KateÕs hair for her, using the shampoo and a bottle of conditioner that had been sulking behind the post, amidst a collection of rude upstanding dildos and a little pile of condoms.  Kate wondered at the collection.  No doubt some of the items would be put to use soon, but she had no control over when or why or how.  Melinda rinsed her under the cold tap of the hand pump and then, holding her arm, she bade Kate to get out of the tub.
	Kate was dried with a soft towel, Melinda drying her as John took photos.  Melinda made sure that in drying between KateÕs legs, and across her nipples, she rubbed enough to get Kate excited.  KateÕs slit pulsed with soft desire and she longed to be made to sit on JohnÕs upstanding penis.  He continued photograhing her, catching each of her blushes and sighs.
	They took in tea and bagels, Melinda feeding Kate and herself as Kate was made to sit on the cushions with her hands newly handcuffed behind her.  Kate didnÕt like this odd subservient, captive Queen role theyÕd planned for her but there was nothing she could do about it.  John was big and quite strong and his biceps looked as if they might tear open the sleeves of his suitcoat whenever he bent his arms.  Meanwhile, sticking up through his elegant trousers stood his penis, obviously satisfied by what it saw.
	To KateÕs surprise, her hands were unlocked after sheÕd been fed.  She rubbed her wrists again.  The cuffs had been tight and bothered her but sheÕd not complained, for she felt a strange excitement at being forced to sit open-legged, Indian-style, with John able to see and photograph her moist slit.  Now that her hands were hers again she placed one of them over her pussy to see what denying a view of herself to John would provoke.
	ÒYes, rub yourself.  Let John photograph you rubbing yourself,Ó Melinda told Kate.  At first Kate felt bashful but she was quite aroused by how they treated her and, reluctantly, looking down at her naughty slit which so deeply wanted to be fucked, she rubbed it.  She found her spot.  She threw back her head and gasped loudly as she made herself totter up to the brink of orgasm.  Then, just before she was about to cum, with Melinda playing with her own pussy as she watched Kate, the woman stopped herself and reached out and stopped Kate too.
	ÒThatÕs enough,Ó Melinda told Kate.  ÒAll is not just pleasure here.  Anyone could see that buy simply buying Penthouse.  John photographs girls in all their moods.Ó  Kate sighed and wanted very much to play with herself some more, just the little more that was required, but she couldnÕt, for Melinda held her hand firmly and seemed ready to capture her other hand if Kate tried to use it to please herself.  John, flash pulsing, captured KateÕs mood as she shivered just out of reach of her orgasm.  KateÕs breasts heaved on her chest and her nipples stood up like thorns.  Her soft girlish belly sighed deeply.
	ÒLetÕs go upstairs,Ó Melinda told Kate.  ÒJohn and I collect fine antiques and heÕd get some nice photos of you if he let you see them.Ó
	Up the stairs they went, leaving the cellar.  Kate was made to go first up the steps.  Melinda followed her.  Instead of handcuffing Kate again, Melinda simply held KateÕs wrists behind KateÕs back, keeping them there with just the slightest pressure of her manicured fingers.  Kate didnÕt resist.  She was glad she could avoid the tight binding of the handcuffs.  She wondered if Melinda watched her bottom as she walked up the steps, for it protruded behind her, on account of her arms being held behind her.  She suspected Melinda watched the rolling of KateÕs ass cheeks and Kate gave them an extra wiggle as she mounted each step, just to show Melinda that despite her captivity she was capable of a little teasing herself.  John followed, snapping the occasional picture.  He left his penis hanging out of his trousers.  It was hard and erect and showed no sign of lessening in its ardor for Kate.
	Kate was taken into the living room.  There, standing on a plush rug, she was shown a wide collection of rare antiques by Melinda.  John snapped pictures of Kate examining the old relics.  Kate inspected a pair of ivory candlesticks, to fragile to ever hold real candles again.  She touched a sword from the middle ages, sharp on both of its sides.  She was careful not to cut her fingers on its sharp blade.  She found herself enthralled by a Jade sculputure of a Japanese maiden.  Next to it was a dwarf tree, carefully cropped to keep it small despite its advanced age, Òat least 200 years,Ó Melinda assured her.  
	Kate was shown MelindaÕs fine china.  Examining a cup, Kate found herself standing next to the living roomÕs fireplace.  It had a stone hearth.  Suddenly, as Melinda lectured Kate on the age of the cup and its frail delicacy, Kate looked at John with his insidious camera.  Out of spite, she dropped the cup.  It shattered on the hearth.  Melinda shrieked.  Then, quieting with a strange brooding satisfied kind of quiet, Melinda looked from Kate to John.
	ÒYou may continue your photographing if you wish,Ó Melinda told John.  ÒBut IÕm going to make our friend here pay for the cup.Ó
	ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Kate mumbled.  But she knew she wasnÕt and she wondered if the buzzing of her hungry little pussy had made her misbehave.  John captured another shot of her, his penis stiffly erect, as she allowed Melinda to take her hand and guide her away from the shards of the shattered cup to the other side of the room.  Melinda unlocked and opened the front door and pushed Kate outside.  
	Kate found herself standing on the stone porch again.  The night was still.  The moon had set.  Kate noticed that the porch was wet.  Someone had washed it off for them.  In the cold night air Melinda came out on the porch, behind her, and forced Kate down the front steps.  Kate found herself pushed from the concrete walkway that led up to the porch into the front yardÕs dewy grass.  She didnÕt like getting her feet wet but there was nothing she could do, for Melinda followed her closely, pushing her ahead until they approached an old tree standing in the middle of the lawn.  All about the front yard stood a forest of pines.  TheyÕd been cleared from the yard but they stood just beyond it, staring down with their heavy dew-laden branches.  There was not a sound in the forest.  Kate felt like Gretal, come to the candied house of the witch to be eaten.
	Hanging from the tree, the single tree permitted in JohnÕs yard, was a noose.  Kate saw it and flinched with horror.  The noose hung from a branch of the tree.  It was a stout branch, big enough to hold the entire weight of a girl like Kate.  She was pushed under the branch by Melinda and then, with Melinda grabbing her arms from behind, she was made to reach up into the noose itself.  Melinda bound her wrists with it so that Kate couldnÕt do anything but stand helplessly under the tree.  Kate balanced on her tip toes.  She was stung up so that her heels could not longer touch the grass.
	Melinda, as it turned out, had slipped into high heels on her way out the front door.  Kate noticed this as she turned her head pleadingly to Melinda to be released from the noose.  Fear knotted itself in KateÕs tummy as she saw that Melinda held a pair of steel clippers in her hand.  But instead of cutting off KateÕs nipples, as Kate momentarily feared, Melinda cut a slim branch from the tree.  Kate realized she was strung up under a birch tree.  She wiggled her bottom and tried to free herself from the noose.  John came around in front of her and snapped her picture as she watched Melinda stalk round behind her, swingning the freshly cut birch.  It sliced cooly through the night air.  It seemed to ache for something to strike.
	Kate heard a womanÕs voice cry out in the night.  For a moment she fancied it was her own, but nobody had touched her, she realized, after a moment, tensing her bare bottom and feeling it respond in the stillness of the night air.  Suddenly she saw a dog bounding across the lawn.  A womanÕs voice called to it.  Kate realized Eunice was calling the dog, but it failed to obey.  It ran up to Kate and sniffed KateÕs huddling bottomcheeks.  Kate yelped.  She tightened her bottom, but felt quite helpless, for it still bulbed out behind her like a big moon, asking for whatever attention it got.  
	The dog raised itself on its hind legs and tried to mount Kate.
	ÒSpot!  Bad dog!  Down!Ó Melinda said to the dog.  Perhaps out of courtesy for a fellow female, she gave the male dog a hard cut with her birch.  He dropped to all four of his legs, yelping a little and surprised, but undissuaded.  He ran round in front of Kate and sniffed at her bush and immediately mounted her thigh, standing erect and rubbing himself against it.  Melinda swatted him again with her birch.  He dropped down but circled Kate excitedly, dying to spend on her.  Eunice came bustling up.  Her stockings could be heard as her thighs rubbed together.  She grabbed the dogÕs collar and led him away from Kate.
	ÒOpen your legs.  The dogÕs gone,Ó Melinda told Kate.  The blonde felt afraid and kept them tightly together.
	ÒDo as she says,Ó John told Kate.  His voice was stern, not at all the laughing voice sheÕd grown accustomed to.  ÒI want to photograph you being whipped by her.  Do it now!Ó John barked.
	Kate opened herself to MelindaÕs gaze.  Her fig could just be seen, hiding up between her legs.  John, in a less sanguine mood now, perhaps because of his aching cock, gave himself a few quick, fisting strokes before resuming his photography.
	ÒAre you ready?Ó Kate heard.  She was going to tell Melinda ÔNo, certainly not!Õ but then she realized Melinda had asked John, not her.
	ÒYeah, I have enough film,Ó John answered, checking his camera.  
	Melinda swiped the branch in low and struck Kate right across her incurving bottomcheeks, where they swept back under her to meet her thighs.
	ÒNo!Ó Kate cried.  She screamed at the stars in the dark cloudless night but all she heard in response was the swaying of the trees, and a bark from Spot as Eunice led him away.
	Amidst flashes from JohnÕs camera Kate was made to suffer under the birch.  She cried and wept and pleaded, and John caught her every gasping cry and begging imprecation.  He photograhped her as her tears sprung from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.  He photographed her as she closed her thighs together and squeezed her bottom and tried to protect herself, only to be bitten more deeply by the birch and forced to show her private in all its openness again.
	When Kate had been well-marked by the birch, John memorializing her damaged fanny in a series of flashes, she was forcibly fucked.  Eunice brought out a dildo and Melinda, standing behind Kate, made Kate take the whole thing up her cunt.  Then, with it wet from her own juices, Melinda introduced the dildo anew to Kate, making her take it up her wounded bottom.  John forced himself into KateÕs pussy as she was voilated from behind.  Kate had never been double-fucked.  She found it almost unbearable, like two massive flagposts going up her at once.  Eunice snapped photos for JohnÕs collection.
	When John had spent himself in Kate, he withdrew and let Melinda take her down.  He went inside with Eunice.  Kate followed a little later, Melinda guiding her across the grass.  Melinda tutted over how the dew made KateÕs feet wet and promised to bathe them for her when they were inside.  

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