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The Valley  Part 2





I did get to sleep after a couple of hours of squirming. The batteries
faded in the vibrator and exhaustion took over.
When next I woke, it was to bright sunshine and cold water. 
Alan stood outside the stall with the hose in his hand and was spraying me
down.  I screamed and he laughed.
"I thought you might need some cooling down after a hot night."  He said,
before waking up Melissa in the same way.
Ten minutes later saw us chained hand and foot as we were during the
evening and shuffling toward the house. 
Alan directed Melissa toward the kitchen where Eric was waiting, and I was
taken upstairs to  large, functional bathroom.
My restraints and gag were all removed and I was told to go to town, which
I did.  
Looking in the mirror I could see how red my skin was due to not wearing
sunscreen, but I saw some among the stuff over the sink so I felt I could
prevent more damage. I took a nice warm bath, brushed my teeth, washed my
hair and did the numerous other things we women feel the need to do that
fascinate our men so much.
Eric had collected all of Melissa's bathroom stuff so I had everything I
needed.  There were even towels, and it felt quite novel to have something
other than rope wrapped around me for once.
As I was shaving my legs an evil thought came out of hiding and ambushed
me. The trouble was, would I have the guts to do it? 
The last thing I did was apply a generous coating of sunscreen. I felt I
would be spending a lot of time in the sun again today.
Finished, I came back downstairs, wrapped in a towel and found everyone in
the kitchen having breakfast. Melissa looked a sight, straw in her hair,
dirt down her back. I imagined it must have been just how I looked before
my bath.
She and Alan were at the table and Eric stood by the stove with a cup of
coffee in his hand.
"You look good Maria, feel better?" Eric asked.
"I'd feel a lot better with some coffee in me." I answered.
"Sure," said Alan. "But I think we had better get you properly dressed
first. So, if you hand your towel to Melissa I'll grab your stuff."
I hesitated a moment, before pulling off the towel and tossing it at
Melissa before I could change my mind.
Melissa gasped, and Eric almost dropped his coffee.
Alan, who had turned away to grab the cuffs I was to wear, turned back to
ask what was wrong. He froze.
"Stunning." He said.
"I guess I got a little carried away." I said quietly.
I hadn't stopped with shaving my legs. I was completely shaved from the
neck down.
"My God. Maria!" Shrieked Melissa. "How could you?"
Eric started laughing while Alan leaned back and smiled.
"If you think I'm going to follow your example this time kiddo," went on
Melissa, "you're crazy."
"Oh come on." Said Eric. "I think you would look great!"
"Really?" she said, smiling at Eric.
"Fantastic!"
"I'll think about it."
"I'll take you up to the bathroom now and you can think about it as you
wash all that straw out of your hair."
Melissa giggled, and shuffled quickly after Eric. I could see she was
really smitten with him. I didn't think he would have any problem
convincing her to shave herself for him.
Now Alan and I were alone.  Him still sitting, me still standing.
"Come over here will you." He said.
I padded over until I was directly in front of him.  He looked up into my
eyes.
"Why?" He asked.
"A gift, for you." I answered quietly.
"Just you being here is a gift. You're wonderful you know that?"
"I'm just some naked girl who happened along. You would have done the same
with any other woman."
"No. I wouldn't.  You're special."
I wasn't sure how to respond to that.
He was. "Turn around."
I turned and felt the leather bondage cuffs being fitted once more,
connected behind my back, then the ankle cuffs with the eight inch chain.
He sat me down  and fed me my coffee and breakfast, all the time keeping me
in full view.
I knew he liked his gift.
After breakfast, Alan took me back out to the barn, telling me he needed
see to his horse.
"Eric," he said as we walked outside, "thought we might spend part of the
morning apart. He thought  it would be good for us to find out more about
each other."
"I'd like that." I replied.
Alan smiled and stopped at the entrance to the barn.
He seemed to come to a decision and told me to wait where I was. He
disappeared into the back of the barn, and I stood, cuffed hand and foot,
waiting for his return.
When he did come back, it was with coils of rope under one arm, and I
wondered what bondage situation I would be placed in next.
It was another spread eagle. Only this time I was standing up.  Using the
barn doorway as a frame he had a rope coming from each corner. My arms were
spread wide and high, and my legs stretched apart so far I could barely
stand.
It was an effort to maintain, and I put more and more weight on my arms
until a balance of sorts was reached and I was relatively comfortable.
But was I exposed!
There wasn't an inch of me that couldn't be seen, and Alan made sure he
took a good look at every one of them.  If I wasn't so red from my sunburn,
he would have seen me blush all the way down to my toes.
He did take the time to kiss my nipples before heading for his horse.  As
he worked on cleaning out the horse stall we talked more about ourselves. 
I found myself telling him about my life, or lack thereof, and he touched
briefly on the death of his father.  I got the impression it wasn't
something he was ready to talk deeply about yet, but I figured there would
be plenty of time for me to be there for him when he did feel the need to
talk.
Plenty of time?
We would be going home this afternoon, but I knew I would be coming back to
see him again. I had no doubts about that.
He took off his shirt while he worked and it was my turn to admire his
body.  He wasn't overly muscled or lean, but he was very fit looking. 
Hauling around hay bales for his horse must be a good work out.
I said that to him and he agreed. Wiping his brow he grinned and said he
had an idea.
He quickly untied me and pointed at the hay bales.
"I want four bales of straw cut open and spread out over the floor of
Nelson's stall (Nelson was the horse)," he told me with a grin. "The feed
bag is over in the back, you can fill the dry hopper with it and then fill
the water hopper with the hose."
"What?  I've never done that before." I protested.
"I can tell, look at that flab!" He said, attempting to pinch my side.  
"You beast," I was laughing "There isn't an inch of fat on me. As you well
know."
"Then you have no excuses. Get to work slave!"
"Humph!"
He swiped me on the butt and I went over to the hay bales he had stacked
close to the stall. They were heavy but not too heavy so I was able to do
as he asked (asked?  Ordered!).
At least I wasn't in any kind of restraint, but I was still naked and Alan
just sat and watched while I worked.
I quickly got sweaty in the morning heat and the dust from the straw was
sticking to me everywhere. 
Alan from time to time would tell me how good I looked hauling hay or
pouring feed, naked and sweaty as I was. I couldn't help but smile.
By the time I got the water hopper filled I was tired and achey. It was a
lot more work than it looked.
"You look a mess, but a delightful mess." Alan told me.
"Thanks." Was all I can say. 
He came over and with a quick snap connected my wrist cuffs together in
front of me with a padlock. Then he bent low and lifted me over his
shoulder.
"You need another bath!"
"Not the hose again."  I pleaded.
"No, not the hose."
In this undignified manner he carried me out of the barn and around the
side.  I attempted to pinch his butt as we walked, but he stopped that by
slapping me hard on my own butt. 
We started downhill along a path, but I couldn't see where we were going. 
A small grassy area, some sand, then water!
He was striding into a pool of some kind and the next thing I knew had bent
low and flipped me in to the water.
I came up spluttering and saw him laughing.
The water wasn't very deep, about waist high, so I was able to stand up and
look around.  We were next to the stream but not in it. It looked like a
large area of the bank had been cut away to allow water from the stream to
create a big swimming hole. Sand along one side created a sort of beach.
I called Alan a dirty name and he reached out and dunked me again. I dunked
him back and we both started laughing and spraying water at each other. Of
course he had the advantage as my hands were cuffed.  But we had fun.
At one point he waded ashore and pulled off the rest of his clothes. The
rest of him looked as good as I thought it would and he rejoined me in the
water.
A little bit later, tired and cleaner, we both staggered out of the water
and collapsed on the sand.  He rolled over and kissed me deeply, and I
returned the kiss, wrapping my legs around him.
We had just begun to fool around when we heard Eric's voice.
"I could hear you guys a mile away!"
We stopped and looked up the path to see Eric and Melissa coming down.
Eric was in a T-shirt and shorts, while Melissa wore nothing but her
restraints. How Eric had her bound was wild.
Her ankles were connected with the eight inch chain, but her knees were
strapped tightly together so she could only take very tiny steps.  A wide
belt ran around her waist, with a crotch strap tightly locked between her
legs. She wore a leather halter that allowed her breasts to squeeze through
and stick out farther than they normally would. Her nipples had clamps
attached and had chains connected to a leash Eric held in his hand.  Her
hands appeared to be bound high behind her back and to top off her outfit,
her head was covered in a leather hood from which no part of her face could
be seen.
I knew that hood well, it was mine, and it looked like Eric had used all
the attachments. The blindfold, the penis gag and the earmuffs.
I doubt she had any idea where she was or that we were even here.
"Impressive." Alan said.
"How long has she been like that?" I asked.
"Oh, since her bath. We've been out for a long walk."
Melissa looked like she was about to fall over. She continually shifted to
try to keep her balance and she seemed to be shivering.
"Don't you think it is time to let her out?" Alan said.
"You're right, she deserves a break." Eric replied.
We watched as he led her slowly onto the sand, the leash tugging on her
nipples forcing her to follow.  As horny as I was right now the sight of
her only turned me on even more. I imagined Alan leading me around like
that and how helpless I would be in his hands. 
Eric undid the gag and pulled it out. As soon as her mouth was free Melissa
began to beg.
"Please turn it off...its driving me crazy!"
It was then I realized that the reason she was so shaky was that she had a
vibrator inside her. Wow!
Eric left her hands where they were and took off the nipple clamps. Melissa
winced at the pain of the blood rushing back into her tortured nipples. He
then bent over and undid the strap that held her knees together, then he
unlocked the crotch belt and reached in to pull out a large, wide vibrator
that we could clearly hear doing its work. We could also see that Eric had
managed to persuade her to follow my example after all.
He grinned and started to work the vibrator slowly in and out of her pussy.
With a small scream Melissa started to cum where she stood. Her whole body
convulsing. I don't know how she didn't lose her balance.
Eric pulled the vibrator clear and Melissa sank to her knees. We all
watched quietly as he removed the rest of the hood and waited until she
composed herself and opened her eyes. Only then, I think, did she realize
that she and Eric weren't alone.
"Ohmygod!"  All one word.  She blushed fiercely, then smiled.
I got up and hugged her, and the two men watched as Melissa and I shared a
moment together.
"You know, that water looks good, I think I'll go get my swimsuit!" Eric
said, breaking the mood.
"Why bother," Alan replied, "none of us are wearing any!"
This made Eric pause and Melissa laugh. So with a shrug he climbed out of
his clothes and ran into the water.
Alan got up and waded in after him while I helped Melissa up so we could
join them.
She still had her feet and arms bound so she didn't do much more than stand
in the waist high water, but the rest of us splashed each other and her so
she didn't get left out.
There was a moment when Melissa and I stood together while the men swam
farther out. I got a chance for a few quick words.
"You okay?" I asked her.
"Yeah. It's been pretty intense, but I'm handling it. How are you and Alan
getting along?"
"He's wonderful. It will be hard to go later."
"He has a good body." She said with a wink.
"So does Eric." I winked back.
We started laughing which got the men's attention and soon they were
standing next to us and helping us onto the sand.
"Eric," said Alan, "can you watch the ladies for a moment while I get some
stuff?"
"Sure!"
As Alan picked up his pants and walked backup the trail, Eric had us both
lie face down on the warm sand while he put his own shorts on.
A few minutes later Alan came down with a bundle of ropes and stuff, and
called Eric over.
The men whispered for a few moments then came back.
"It's time you two were immobilized for a while." Alan said.
Separating a couple of hammers from the pile, the men pounded some long
stakes into the sand around us, then they unlocked our restraints and
spread us out face down, tying us spread eagle once more.
The sun had appeared above the tree line and I voiced a concern about more
sunburn, so Eric ran back to the house and got some sunscreen from the
bathroom to replace what I had washed off.
Alan's hands felt great as he rubbed it in. I almost fell asleep under his
ministrations. I felt like I was in heaven.
The men then gagged us with bandannas and left the clearing together.
I lifted my head and looked over at Melissa who was doing the same thing at
me, and nodded. She nodded back. She was okay. I craned my neck around to
look at the water.
Anyone coming down the stream would see us easily and I hoped that this
place was as private as Alan said it was or they would be greeted with the
sight of two extremely naked women staked out face down in the sand.
Completely helpless.
I lay my head down and enjoyed the warmth, pulling slightly at my bonds
from time to time. I thought back over the weekend, and all that had
happened so far.  I knew I wouldn't be the same person in the office
tomorrow as I was on Friday. 
I wondered how Melissa was taking all of this. She said she was okay, but
she was so new at this.  At least my interest in bondage had prepared me
somewhat for all that had happened, but not her.
At no time since we started yesterday afternoon had either of us been
completely free. We were either supervised or restrained. When we were in
the bathroom it was under orders so even that time wasn't really ours. I
have never spent this much continuous time under bondage, and I KNOW
Melissa hasn't.
I just wished we could talk about it, but it seemed that the men were
purposely stopping us from doing that.  I wondered why.
After a while, Eric and Alan came back carrying coolers and a couple of
deck chairs and set out a picnic of sorts.  They then turned us over and
rubbed more sun lotion on our fronts (Mmmmmm) before ungagging us.
They fed us and themselves, a lunch of cold meats, fruits and vegetables.
Ice water was what they let us drink although they had beers for
themselves.
None of us said much, we just enjoyed each other's company.
It was a tranquil moment.
The men became restless after a while and someone suggested a game. The
game was not one I would have picked had I had a vote, but since neither
Melissa or I had one it was decided for us.
We were untied and allowed to stretch and flex for a minute or so. Our
hands were locked behind us and Alan pulled out one of the stakes.
They wanted us to play fetch.
"But you play that with dogs!" I said.
"Not this way you don't."  Alan answered.
He explained the rules as he made them up.
Eric and he would take turns tossing the stake. Melissa and I would have to
run to get it, grabbing it in our teeth. No hands allowed.
We were then to run back and kneel in front of who ever didn't throw it and
present it to him.
It sounded very demeaning and sexist, and I said so.
"Well who's the naked slave girl here?" Alan asked me.
He had a point. Then he explained the reward for winning, or more
accurately the punishment for losing.  The loser each time would get five
spanks on the butt, given by whoever threw the stake.
"Incentive to try harder next time" grinned Eric, liking the game already.
Without further ado, Alan tossed the stake and waited for us to move.  When
we didn't all he said was "of course we could just do the spankings anyway
and keep going until our arms get tired." 
Melissa squealed and ran for the stake.  Startled by her action, I didn't
have a chance of catching her. She brought back the stake and sunk to her
knees in front of Eric.
Alan ginned and pulled me over his lap.  Five sharp slaps later I was ready
to play the game.
Eric tossed it far and Melissa and I were off.
Unused to running with my hands bound behind me I found it difficult to
pick up a rhythm. My breasts bounced around and I felt very awkward.
Melissa consequently beat me again and presented the stake to Alan.  
Hanging my head I started to walk back to Eric until Alan yelled out that
It would be double spankings if we didn't run back. So I ran.
Bent over Eric's lap, five more hard swipes.
My butt felt hot as I stood up.
Alan tossed the stake and again we were off. This time I was determined to
beat Melissa and we ended up pushing each other back and forth while the
men laughed.
Humiliated, I returned with the stake in my mouth and knelt in front of
Eric.  I spat sand out of my mouth while Melissa took her punishment,
crying out as I did with each swipe. 
Eric threw the stake hard and out over the water. Melissa and I hesitated
before plunging in to chase it. 
We could see it floating and wondered how deep the water would be before we
got there. With are hands bound behind us we wouldn't be able to swim worth
a damn.  We ended up floundering around in chest deep water and it was only
luck that I caught it at all.
I walked slowly back to the men and dropped the stake between them.
"Look, I'm serious here. This is stupid and humiliating and I don't want to
play anymore."  I thought I sounded like a small child.
The smile left Alan's face and he stood up. Putting an arm around me he led
me away from Eric.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think you were serious when you protested earlier. I
didn't mean to humiliate you like this."  He kissed me tenderly before
going on, and I found myself melting into his arms. "Its just...well after
what you did for me in the barn I thought you might be into these
submissive type games too."
"What I did in the barn," I replied slowly. "I did for you. There was
nothing submissive about it. I did it because I wanted to. We were having
fun together."
"I see."
"Do you?"
"I think so." He kissed me again. "What do you want to do?"
"I want you to keep on kissing me." I said smiling.
He laughed.  "Tell you what. How about one last bondage session before you
guys leave, and I'll kiss you all you want."
"Deal."
His arm around my shoulder, we walked back to Eric and Melissa, and the
four of us made our way back to the house.
Inside the house, an air conditioner was running and it was cool enough to
make Melissa and I shiver a little.
"I don't suppose we could put on a shirt or something, it's cold in here."
Melissa said.
"Didn't bring any." Said Eric.
"You didn't bring us any clothes?" She asked him.
"Nope, you didn't need them coming out here."
"You pig!" And then she squealed as he pinched her still red butt.
"Children!" Said Alan.
We settled down.
"Its cold in here because of what we planned to do with you.  Now I need
you both to step up here in front of me."
We did so, and I thought I knew what he had in mind that needed a cold
room.
He had us stand back to back, our wrist cuffs locked at our sides. My right
hand to her left hand and vice versa.
He had us lift our arms out straight from our sides and then produced a
large roll of plastic wrap. I was right. They were going to mummify us.
That's what the cold room was for so that we wouldn't over heat.
Eric helped Alan by holding the plastic against our bellies until Alan got
it started. Then his function was to make sure we wouldn't lose our balance
as he wrapped.
Alan started at our midsections and wrapped us tightly together. The
plastic felt cold going on but quickly warmed up.  He wound up and down,
going right up to the bottom of our breasts and back down over our hips
before changing directions. After about ten turns, he had us put our arms
down and continued wrapping.  Our arms were quickly trapped and soon they
were completely encased in plastic. Alan wrapped higher, across and over
our shoulders, even around our necks, but not too tightly. One part he
didn't cover though was my breasts and I had to assume that he didn't cover
Melissa's either. With her pressed against my back I couldn't see her at
all.
After a few turns around us he asked us to spread our legs about two feet. 
We eased ourselves down with both Eric and Alan watching our balance and
then Alan started wrapping our legs in turn.
He did each leg separately and it felt odd. I had never heard of a wrap
being done this way, but it bound me and Melissa together very well.
Once both legs were wrapped he stopped.
"Go get the vibrators will you Eric?" He asked.
"Oh God, no!" Said Melissa.  I felt her try to move, but pressed tightly to
me she couldn't do much.
Eric returned with the butterfly vibrators which he held in place between
our legs as Alan passed the roll of plastic wrap over them. A couple of
turns around our waists and they weren't going anywhere.  Of course the
controllers were safely out of the way. Wouldn't want them wrapped up too.
He then had us close our legs and began to wrap them together. 
Eric held onto us so we didn't fall, for which I was grateful.
I had never been mummified before and I found it interesting. The plastic
maintained a constant pressure and felt very smooth and slick. I assumed I
was beginning to sweat although I didn't feel especially warm. I didn't
feel cold any more either. It was very comfortable.
Alan used a lot of plastic on our legs and finished up by going one last
time around our waist. Now all that was uncovered were our heads, breasts
and feet.
Alan took hold of me and Eric took hold of Melissa, and both of them kissed
us. Halfway through they turned on the vibrators. Full power.
Melissa and I jumped and I could feel her squirming as much as I was as the
vibrators did their work.
Alan didn't let go and continued to kiss me, one hand caressing each of my
breasts in turn. 
The first orgasm approached quickly and I bucked and heaved through it as
best I could. As it hit Melissa she would shudder like a jackhammer.
Neither of us were missing out on each others climaxes.  Alan's arms
wrapped around me and I suspected they were toying with Melissa's breasts.
I was too busy kissing him to care. Eric's hands reached around and began
pinching my nipples, hard. I screamed as another orgasm hit.
We continued like this for I don't know how long. I closed my eyes and lost
track of who's hands were doing what. All that stayed the same was the
intensity of the vibrations and Alan's mouth against mine.
Eventually we were spent. The vibrators were turned off and we sagged
against our partners.
"Wow...that was...intense." I managed to gasp out.
"Water, please!"  Melissa said.
Eric held on while Alan got us some water. Now I felt hot inside the
plastic. Sweat and other juices were making it slip and slide around me,
but it didn't change its shape or release its grip on us at all.
The guys didn't say much as we drank, but I could tell they were happy we
had fun.  They waited until we were ready before springing their next
surprise.
"Well, I guess we'd better finish now." Alan said.
"Finish what?" I asked.
"Finish binding you up for your trip home."
"What?"
He smiled and pulled out the ball gag and before I could say anything else
my mouth was again filled with red rubber.
>From the sounds behind me Eric had also taken care of Melissa the same way.
Alan produced a big roll of silver duct tape and starting at our feet,
began winding it around our bodies, tightening our already tight bondage.
All the way up our bodies he wound until he reached our necks. Ripping the
tape off, he pick up our blindfolds.
"I want to tell you something while I can still see your eyes." He said to
me.
I could only wait.
"Your being here this weekend was a gift from God. I had been so down about
my dad that I wondered if there was any point at all in loving anyone
again.  You showed me that there is still joy to be had in the world, and I
thank you.
Anytime you want to come back, do so. I don't want to lose you now that I
have just found you. I don't want to go through that kind of loss twice.
Do you understand?"
I nodded, understanding well. I wanted to tell him that I would definitely
be back, but of course I couldn't.
He saw it in my eyes though, and his smile was the last thing I saw before
he blindfolded me.
He used more tape to secure the blindfold and then did Melissa.
Hands held us up while someone went out the front door.
We were held standing for a while before that person came back and grabbed
our feet. Then, very carefully, we were lifted up and carried on our sides
out of the house.
I heard a car running. It had to be Eric's.  A door opening.
And then we were slid along a soft surface. The back seat?
Seat belts were tightened around us and I felt a little safer. I had my
face to the back of the seat and I felt a pillow or something shoved
between my chest and the seat back. At least I wouldn't suffocate now.
The door closed and I felt Melissa wriggle but like me she was trapped and
couldn't do anything about it.
I could hear the air conditioner running and that made me happy. Wrapped as
we were we would cook quickly in a hot car.
We heard the trunk open and stuff being put in it and the guys saying
good-bye. Then we were off.
I was sad to be leaving, especially this way, unable to say good-bye. It
made me even more determined to go back, and maybe that's why he did it
this way.
The humming between my legs told me that Eric had fired up the vibrators
again, and the rest of the ride went by in a semi-orgasmic bliss.
The car stopped, and so did the vibrators.
Shocks from my much abused clitoris kept me shuddering, and the way Melissa
moved I could tell the same was happening to her.
"Okay guys, we're home." Eric said, opening the door by my head.
He undid the tape that held our blindfolds on and while we blinked in the
bright light of his garage he removed our gags.
"I need to pee Eric," said Melissa. "Please hurry and get us out of here!"
"I'll need to cut you out where you are. No way will I attempt to lift you
out together." He replied. "Be right back."
I waited until he was gone. "You okay Melissa?"
"Yeah, pretty wasted and the arm I'm lying on has gone to sleep, but sure
I'm good. You?"
"I feel wonderful."  Actually I felt very stiff and sore, my mouth was dry
as a bone, and I felt like I'd been having sex for a week straight. Yeah,
wonderful.
Eric came back with some scissors and slowly cut through all the tape and
plastic.
It was like coming out of a cocoon. A very smelly cocoon. Sweat and other
fluids had combined into a sticky mess and out of the whole weekend I think
this was the most embarrassing moment. At least I shared it with Melissa.
Our problem came when Eric had to unlock our cuffs.  He couldn't find the
keys for a moment. Then he remembered they were locked in the trunk and got
them out.
After a minor heart attack, we resumed our extraction from the car on our
own and stood shakily on the bare concrete floor, naked, but unbound.
After a minute to gather our strength, we shook off Eric's offer to help
and arm in arm Melissa and I went into the house.
I took her up on a shower and we took turns under a five minute warm spray,
before wondering down to Eric's living room.
Lying where we had left them, our clothes looked out of place.
Only yesterday afternoon had we nervously taken them off and left them
there. Now, after all we had done it seemed more natural to stay naked than
to pick them up again.
How we had changed.
There was one thing left though.
"Can you give us the keys to our cuffs?" I asked.
Eric tossed me a couple of key rings and I went about removing first
Melissa's and then my own ankle and wrist cuffs.
Melissa was half dressed when I expressed my frustration with one of my
wrist cuffs.  I couldn't find a key for it.
While Eric searched the bag with our bondage gear Melissa went through all
the keys on the tiny lock that held the leather cuff so tightly on my
wrist. The mystery was solved when Eric came back with a note he had found
in the bag addressed to me.
It was from Alan.  It contained a map on how to get to his place, and an
invitation to come collect that key next weekend.
I smiled, and knew I would take him up on it.


End of Part 2.



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