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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 18 of 53
Universe: The Pact
Summary: In the summer between their Junior and Senior years of high school
three young men make a pact to handle their sexual supply problems by
seducing each other's mothers.
Content: mF oral
The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Chapter 18
Rick deleted the pictures before he left his driveway -- but he
carried the laptop into Toby's house. "Hey, Toby."
Toby looked at his friend in surprise. "What are YOU doing here?
How did you get loose?"
"Lon sprung me," Rick replied. "Once you were done with Mom..."
"Oh." Toby absorbed this. "Yeah. Stupid to lock you down if she's
going to play... Why come here, then? Where's Lon?"
Rick looked embarrassed. "He's busy and, well, you and Mom making
out got me going... I was hoping..."
"Oh." Toby nodded. "Ma. Well, she's in bed -- she pulled a double
last night."
"Oh, okay." Rick made to back out. Candace was a less-than-perfect
solution, but he figured he couldn't go home...
Toby seemed to read his mind. "What's up?"
"I can't fix this at home, you know?" Rick replied carefully.
Telling Toby that Lon was at his house trying to make his mother wasn't on
Rick's preferred list of revelations.
Toby nodded. "You can call Candace..."
"Yeah."
Toby grimaced; he and Rick apparently shared an opinion of Lon's
meddlesome mother. "Yeah, I know -- nice bod, but why couldn't she be a
blonde or have a frontal lobotomy?"
Rick grinned. "Yeah. Or both, although being blonde probably would
be enough..."
Toby chuckled. "Too bad her bleach job doesn't lower her IQ."
They were both giggling at that when Beth stuck her head around the
door, "Toby? Sweetheart? Who's there?"
"It's Rick, Ma," Toby supplied.
"Oh." Somehow, the single syllable transmitted hope and
expectation, pleasure and sadness.
Toby eyed his friend and shrugged, smiling. "He's here for you,
Ma."
"Oh?" It was a whole different word. "I'm not dressed..."
"I don't think you have to be, Ma," Toby replied. "Does she?"
"Nope," Rick agreed.
Beth's heart thundered in her chest, "Come to bed, then..."
Rick grinned, waved at Toby, dropped the laptop on the coffee table,
and followed Beth's beckoning hand around the corner she'd been hiding
behind to find her ample ass swaying down the hall in front of him. Seconds
later, he was flat on his back on the bed, moaning and cradling Beth's head
as she knelt over him, swallowing his aching cock, her big titties
alternately swaying above and pressing against his thighs.
Rick didn't last long; Beth swallowed his juice and murmured, "Why
all the urgency, Baby?"
"Toby came over and had Mom on the couch. It was..."
"Stimulating?" Beth chuckled. "So you raced out to have sex with
an old fat woman?"
"I wouldn't call it that," Rick argued. "More like 'most
incredible'..." Embarrassed, he shut up.
So Beth filled it in for him, "Slut?"
"I was going to say 'piece of ass'..." Rick hung his head. "I guess
that isn't any too polite."
Beth smiled crookedly. "Not for most girls, but I'll take it in the
spirit in which it was intended. But what about Candace?"
Rick grimaced. "Sex aside, Candace is a pain!"
Beth shrugged. "She likes you."
"I don't like being bossed around."
"Maybe you can get her to work on that."
"Maybe Toby can," Rick replied. "He seems capable of miracles. Me
-- I doubt it."
"Too bad," Beth observed neutrally. "It kind of messes things up.
With Toby and Jean together, Lon has me, basically -- if you don't like
Candace, then there are issues..."
"Maybe," Rick hedged. "Mom needs to get less romantic and share the
wealth -- then we can all kind of move freely..."
"That's up to her, isn't it, Hon?"
"It's only fair."
"Maybe," Beth returned, "But most girls like to be able to say who
and when."
"You don't..." Rick replied.
"Noooo. But I'm... different. Generally, you don't just tell a
girl who she should have sex with -- and if you try, it leads to trouble."
Beth stroked Rick's chest.
"It's only fair!" Rick flared. "I've tried you and Candace, and
Toby has tried her and Candace..."
"So Lon should get a crack at her?" Beth shook her head. "You know
your mother, Baby -- do you think she'll listen to that kind of logic?"
"Only if she has to," Rick sighed. Lon probably had his hands full.
Beth started fondling Rick's erection. "Well, hopefully, it will
all shake out. In the meantime, I don't suppose you have it in you to give
an old fat woman a ride?"
Rick grinned from ear to ear. "From behind?"
"Sure, Baby..."
Beth got four orgasms before the door flew open. Toby stood there,
clearly enraged. "You let Lon blackmail your mother into having sex with
him?" he roared.
"Huh?" Rick lurched to a stop. "No, he just got me off from being
grounded!"
Toby waved the phone. "That's not what your mother says! Where are
these pictures?"
"I deleted them," Rick said defensively. "I didn't want Candace
getting them. Lon agreed with me; we only needed to shake Mom up a bit and
cool her out."
"On the laptop?" Toby grated.
"Yeah," Rick replied. "I made sure they were off the camera. After
we showed them all to Mom, I deleted them from the laptop."
Toby rolled his eyes. "You are SOOOO lucky! I hope for your sake
she decides to talk to you again sometime before you graduate!" He turned
to leave.
"Wait! What happened?" Rick asked anxiously.
"Lon blackmailed her into having sex! She's all freaked about it --
blackmail is Ma's thing, not hers! She's het up about the pictures, and, I
dunno, something else she won't tell me..."
"Give me the phone, Sweetheart -- I'll see if she'll tell me," Beth
offered. Sighing, Rick extracted his hard-on and followed her off the bed.
Beth took the phone and said, "Jean, Sweetie, this is Beth. Tell me what's
up..."
"YOU come with ME!" Toby grated. "Do you have any idea what you've
done?"
"I didn't do jack shit!" Rick replied. "Lon took the pictures!"
"You helped him use them!" Toby stormed.
"They're GONE, Man!"
"Shit." Toby shook his head. "Gimme that laptop." Three minutes
later, Toby was perusing the photos. "Damn! You showed her these?"
"Lon did," Rick shrugged.
"You did, too, Man -- don't try to weasel out!"
"Okay! There are pictures all over the fucking place!" Rick ranted.
"You've got pics of me plugging every hole your Mom has -- and Candace, too,
probably! Mom was all snippy over them -- we needed to chop that off!"
"I had that under control, Man." Toby pinned Rick in place with his
eyes.
"No you didn't -- I wasn't out! Everybody was fucking, but I was
supposed to stay home and play with myself!" Rick ranted.
"She'd have let up," Toby replied, "It was all coming."
"Maybe," Rick grunted. "But Mom was getting all romantic, Man! You
KNOW she was! We needed to deal with THAT, too!"
"So you sicced Lon on her?" Toby's voice rose again.
"No, Lon sicced himself -- IF that's what happened." He turned
away. "He promised he wouldn't push it too far."
"Well, he did." Toby produced a thumb drive and extracted the
pictures, then used a tool on the drive to totally trash the files, not just
delete them, from the laptop. "NOW they're gone -- just deleting them from
the hard disk doesn't do it, you have to empty the Recycle Bin then
overwrite them."
"Okay." Rick remained defensive. "She brought this on herself --
you KNOW how she overreacts at every damned thing!"
"Yeah." Toby pocketed the thumb drive. "I'm going over there --
you probably should stay here. And Lon -- I don't want to see him for a
couple of days. Let him know, huh?"
"Sure."
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Meanwhile, Beth was handling Jean. "Oh, Beth! I betrayed Toby! I
let Lon bully me into having sex with him, and -- God help me -- I enjoyed
it!" Jean wailed.
Beth blinked. "That's probably not as horrible as you think it is,
Sweetie. I enjoy things you've probably never even heard of! So you came a
little..."
"I came BIG!" Jean wailed. "It was SO embarrassing! I think that I
probably made things worse by trying not to cum, but it was still..."
"It was still sex, Sweetie," Beth consoled her. "And I'm guessing
that Lon wasn't hurting you..."
"No, he wasn't. But he knew I didn't want to..."
"Right. Sweetie, what was he supposed to do? Let you whack his
ego? Again? I'm sure you told him you didn't want to fuck him in the first
place..."
"Yeah," Jean sighed.
"And you probably were less than diplomatic?"
"Yes."
"I've talked to the boys," Beth continued, "and they have this
concept that we ought to be playing fair and not doing favorites. Boys do
NOT think the way we do, Sweetie..."
"They really believe that crap?" Jean asked, incredulously.
"Yes, Sweetie, they do. I got it from Rick not fifteen minutes
ago!"
"So I was supposed to fuck Lon just because..."
"Uh huh," Beth confirmed.
"What does Toby think?"
"He's not dealing with this logically right now," Beth replied, "but
if he were, he would probably be technically in agreement with them."
"After this," Jean said dully, "his agreement will probably be more
than technical."
Beth pursed her lips. "You know, there is a lot to be said for
their position," she pointed out. "These activities were never meant to
have romantic overtones -- YOU know that!"
"That's why I didn't want them to happen in the first place!" Jean
squawked. "Who can control such things?"
Beth sighed heavily. "Sweetie, I've been able to separate love and
sex for the longest time..."
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone line, then:
"Maybe I'll learn, too, now..."
"Maybe," Beth agreed, then continued, "Sweetie, I don't think you
ought to ride Rick too hard about this. In the first place, your head was
in the wrong place and you were making him pay for it -- and in the second,
I think Lon scammed him, pretty much."
"Maybe," Jean replied. "But..."
"He betrayed you?" Beth filled in. "Or he did something that he
hoped would put you on the right path?"
"I'm still mad."
"Okay, I'll keep him here tonight -- but you get a grip, you hear
me?" Beth admonished.
"Okay." Jean sighed heavily. The two ended the call.
Toby walked in. "I'm going over to see Jean," he announced.
"I don't know if she's ready for that, Sweetheart," Beth answered.
"Why not?"
"She's... embarrassed. She feels that she betrayed you."
"Because Lon blackmailed her into having sex?" Toby asked.
"Because she enjoyed it," Beth replied. Toby stopped dead. "You
see?" Beth chuckled without mirth. "Her body betrayed her -- it happens.
Lon wasn't physically abusing her, after all." She pressed her son with a
hard glance, "You two were making this romance thing -- and that's not smart
-- you two of all people are smart enough to KNOW that!"
Toby sighed. "Knowing it and living it are two different things,
Ma. You're not the low creature you think you are."
Beth smiled sadly. "The low creature I think I am is finally
getting its needs satisfied."
"Some of the rest of us have needs other than sex, Ma. Just like
you do."
"Some of those needs..." Beth let it trail off. Toby knew the
dangers. Theoretically, Jean did, too. "Be careful about them, please?"
"Yes, Ma." 'And don't walk out in traffic...'
"You're still going?" Beth asked. "Jean's not thinking too highly
of herself right now."
Toby shrugged. "So she needs me."
"Maybe." Beth waved it off -- Toby would do as he thought best.
"Should I wait dinner?"
"No."
"Rick is spending the night."
"He can use my bed," Toby offered.
"But he won't," Beth replied, dimpling.
"Okay." Toby smiled back. Then he went serious. "I'm going to get
even with Lon over this."
Beth pursed her lips. "This isn't a black and white thing, Son.
It's a shades of grey thing. Lon... could have done a lot worse than what
he did -- and maybe have still been justified. She shunned him, you know.
Everyone else got two women out of this. Do you think it was fair?"
"No," Toby replied, "and I agree with his position, empirically.
But Jean's sex is Jean's to give, not someone else's."
"Unlike mine," Beth grunted ironically.
"Yours is only under the control of others because you like it that
way," Toby cautioned. "I can remove Candace any time I want to -- but you
get your pinch of spice and danger from it, so I'm letting it happen -- and
if Candace finds a way to get around me, you WILL be screwed, which keeps it
real. But don't fool yourself, Ma."
Beth shrugged. "More fun if I do."
"Okay," Toby replied. "You play your dangerous games, and I'll play
mine." He kissed her on the cheek. "See you -- probably tomorrow night."
He turned and strode out. Passing Rick in the hall, he grinned, "Have fun!"
Then he was gone.
Beth stuck her head in the door, "Okay, where were we? You're going
to have to conserve yourself -- you're staying the night!"
Rick grinned from ear to ear.
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"You're home early," Candace observed as her son walked through the
door.
"Yeah," Lon agreed. "Well, we all had separate stuff to do today."
Candace nodded. "Where's Rick, then?"
"Not sure. Maybe Toby's."
"And Toby?"
"He was home." Lon's expression became guarded. "Why?"
"There's nobody to put suntan oil on me..."
Lon grinned. "Probably won't be, either."
Candace sighed. "I'm going to have to find a way to get Jean to go
with the program," she remarked.
"I think maybe that's fixed, Mama," Lon said confidently. "Jean has
cut loose Rick again, since she had no room to talk after this morning."
"Oh?" Candace paused.
"Toby rolled over her again this morning," Lon grinned. "Or maybe
he rolled her over. Anyway, after he rode her hard on the couch, Rick and I
gave her a good talking to and I think she's seen the light."
"Uh... huh..." Candace eyed her son. He was just a little bit too
cocky... "Just how hard did you press?"
Lon pursed his lips. "Pretty hard, actually."
Candace's glance hardened. "So you twisted her arm, did you?"
"Yeah."
"Hard?"
"Yeah."
"What did you have on her?" Candace asked sharply.
Lon fell back on the pre-prepared excuse. "We used the empty camera
trick. It worked pretty well..."
"Damn! I wish it had been a full camera!" Candace cursed.
"Rick wouldn't go for that."
Candace nodded, then: "Did you fuck her?"
"Yeah."
Candace's eyes flashed. The idiot! "How bad is it?"
"I went easy. She came..."
"Did she?" Candace chuckled. "Maybe this is recoverable after all!
That was NOT smart, Boy!"
"Yeah, I know -- now," Lon admitted. "I just wanted things to be
fair..."
"Lon, if a woman GIVES you pussy, that's fair. If you TAKE it, it's
illegal and will get you jailed! There is no 'turnabout is fair play' with
pussy! Still, maybe we'll be all right, here. Thank God you managed to get
her off!"
"She sure wasn't happy about it!" Lon declared.
"Yeah, well, you proved to her that her pussy owns her. She thought
her head did. Go away and let me think."
"Yes, Mama." Lon headed for the door.
"Wait! So where is everybody? Where is Rick?"
Lon shrugged. "He was going to go see Beth..."
"And Toby?"
"He WAS at home, I think."
"Toby is gonna be pissed!" Candace warned.
Lon shrugged. "I can take care of myself. And it was for his own
good -- she was going sweet on him!"
"You'd better hope he sees it that way!" Candace warned. "Go on,
get out of here!"
Candace spent the next fifteen minutes thinking furiously. What
tactic should she use? The romance angle seemed best -- or the assumption
that it was broken... She picked up the phone. "Jean? I just heard! I'm
SO sorry! Do you want me to ground him or something?"
"Or something!" Jean spat. She wanted his balls on a plate -- but
that wouldn't fix things, and after Toby spurned her, she might have to go
crawling to Lon for sex... "I'm sure he's ruined what I had with Toby..."
"Oh, dear, Honey," Candace commiserated. "That's just... sad. But
it's probably for the best, you know -- you were setting each other up for a
fall."
"Maybe," Jean sighed. "But it seemed like the way to go..."
"It'll be all right, Honey," Candace advised. "Toby will probably
back off, but he'll still want sex -- and if he doesn't, I'm sure I can
persuade Lon to take care of things. He did all right, didn't he? He said
he did..."
That stung -- a lot! "Yes," Jean managed to croak. "He was fine,
as far as THAT goes..."
"I'm sure if we put our heads together, Hon, we'll come up with some
suitable punishment," Candace counseled.
"Maybe," Jean grunted. "He screwed up BAD, Candace! If it had been
someone else..."
"But it wasn't Hon -- and that's one of the GOOD things about this
arrangement!" Candace pointed out. "Us wiser heads can teach these boys how
to make their way without making stupid mistakes -- and we get paid for it
in raw, hot sex!"
"Yeah, yeah..." Jean had had her fill for the day and didn't REALLY
want to be reminded.
"Oh, come on, Honey -- it was good, wasn't it? Wasn't it?"
"Yeah..."
"Stop beating yourself up! If you were getting enough, you probably
would have had better control; as it is, who can blame you?"
"Toby, I imagine," Jean replied glumly.
"This was a wake-up call, Honey," Candace advised. "So wake up!
It's all for the best..."
"We'll see," Jean replied. "Thanks for the call..." She hung up --
she'd had her fill of Candace -- and especially Candace's offspring -- for
one day...
There was a knock on the door. Jean went to open it, unwillingly --
she wanted to see no one -- not even her son -- at this point. But when she
opened the door, there stood Toby. "Oh shit!"
Toby smiled crookedly. "I guess."
"Oh, God! I actually said it?"
"Yes. Can I come in?"
"I... can't understand why you'd want to..." Hot tears leaked from
her eyes.
"Because Lon put you over a barrel?" Toby asked. "Or because you
lost a fight with your sexy nature?"
"Agh." She'd started to reply, then Toby had torpedoed her. Now
nothing would come out...
Toby merely stepped forward and she fell into his arms, bawling her
eyes out. When she came to herself, they were inside -- still standing --
but the door was closed. Toby was rubbing her back and making soothing
noises. "He blackmailed me!"
"I know."
"There were pictures!"
"I know."
"What are we going to do? If Candace..."
"They're gone."
"What?"
"They're gone," Toby repeated. "Rick destroyed them the moment he
left the house. For Rick, it was all about getting you to play ball and
drop the restrictions; there was no way he was going to let Candace get her
claws in you."
"Oh, Gawd, then I didn't have to!" Jean wailed.
"Yes you did -- you didn't know. You weren't to know." He held her
eyes. "You're not to know."
"What?"
"Rick will probably figure that I told you -- but by the same token,
he won't tell Lon. For now, we'll let Lon think that you think he has the
drop on you -- I want to see what he does," Toby explained. "Did he hurt
you?"
"No," Jean replied. "He wanted it to be consensual. I tried to
make him understand that that wasn't possible, but he kept holding out this
idea that it was my duty, or something. That I owed him."
Toby nodded. "I've heard that one." He sighed. "I understand it
-- and I understand your position, too. YOU need to understand that Lon
isn't approaching this as a relationship thing -- it's just sex. And when
you take the emotional stuff out of it -- and we're SUPPOSED to be doing
that -- then you start looking at concepts like 'fair' and 'equitable'."
Jean nerved herself. "You won't understand this; he made it good.
I... came..." She dropped her eyes.
"I know. Ma told me."
"And you're here?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Do you two have a relationship?" Toby pressed.
"Gawd, no!"
Toby shrugged. "Then it was just sex -- right?"
"Yes."
Again, he locked eyes with her, lifting her chin. "Do WE have a
relationship? We're not supposed to."
Jean was agonized. "Is that the way you want it?"
"No."
The answer should have brought relief, but she'd been up and down
the rollercoaster too many times. "Then why...? She found that she
couldn't even formulate questions.
Toby led her to the couch by the hand and sat her there, then,
pacing, began his dissertation, "I need for you to grow up a bit so you can
help me."
"But..."
"Shhh! Hear me out! Sex is not a relationship. Sex can be part of
a relationship, but it isn't the whole ball of wax. Just because you have
sex with someone, that doesn't obligate you to be emotionally involved with
them -- do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. There are corollaries -- we'll get to them in a moment. Do
we have a relationship?"
"I... hope so."
"Are you sure? Is it a relationship, or just sex?"
"I..." He was shredding her heart! "There is more, I think. I...
want more..."
"So do I," Toby replied. "But we're in dangerous waters here. For
us to have a relationship, we both need to act like adults -- and to do
that, we need to be able to apply certain standards to things -- and adhere
to them. Do you understand?"
"No, I don't."
"I'll try to make things clear," Toby replied. "Our relationship is
a danger to the group -- it has a low probability of success and is
therefore a threat to the other four. For us to be exclusive is another
stress on the group; it unbalances things. We need to minimize this."
Jean frowned. What was he getting at? "Okay."
"Are we clear that sex is not a relationship?" Toby pressed.
"Yes." 'I guess...'
"Okay. Enjoying sex with Lon is not a betrayal of our relationship
-- as long as you don't have a relationship with Lon. Do you understand?"
Toby eyed her.
"It isn't?"
"No, it isn't. It's just sex -- unless you and Lon become
emotionally dependent upon each other in some way. And you should enjoy sex
-- I WANT you to enjoy sex!"
"I don't understand!"
Toby knelt and took her hands. "I'm saying that you are free to
have sex with Lon as long as you approach it right."
"But I don't WANT to have sex with Lon!" Jean wailed.
"No, you don't want to have a relationship with Lon -- that's
different," Toby insisted.
"Well, both, actually," Jean replied, frowning.
Toby nodded. "I understand. But I need for you to take a step back
and look at this thing more objectively."
"Okay." 'Why is he pushing me at Lon?'
"We have to look at the group dynamic," Toby explained. "The six of
us are a closed system -- but we're not balanced. Ma and Candace are
working on a balance thing -- but Ma has just been let out of her box and
she's going to bounce around a lot. Viewed from a balance perspective,
having Candace put Ma through her paces is a good thing, because it meets
each of their needs. Understand?"
"Well..." Jean shook her head. It was wild and kinky stuff...
"Now, from the group standpoint, we have needs and we're working to
meet them -- but those needs threaten the group's balance. A serious
relationship between a woman your age and a man my age is not likely to
succeed, long-term. This threatens the others. If we're exclusive with one
another, that denies outlets to Lon and Candace -- arguably the most
dangerous and unpredictable members of the group -- and Candace, in
particular, won't put up with that, so she'll do everything in her power to
screw us up -- and Lon will help! If you lean on Rick, he'll help, too,
just like he did today -- and Ma is along for the ride, at this point. That
puts everyone in the group against us, as well as the rest of the world!"
'Here it comes,' Jean thought. 'The breakup -- for our own good...'
But Toby didn't go there. "For our relationship to succeed, we need
to minimize the impacts on the group -- and that means being able to
differentiate between just having sex and having a relationship." His eyes
bored into hers. "In order for me to keep Candace under control, I need to
have sex with her occasionally -- if only to remind her that there are
downsides to it. I need for you to understand and not be jealous; Candace
and I don't have a relationship."
"Well, you do, really," Jean pointed out. "Sex IS a relationship,
and even with Candace, it isn't just sex..."
"Okay, that's fair," Toby granted. "But it isn't what we're doing,
either. It's about sex, and it's about control, not about... love..."
Jean froze. He said it! The 'L' word!
Toby watched Jean take a deep, shaky breath, then pressed, "You see
the difference, right?"
"Yes, Toby."
"To minimize the threat to the group and to minimize the threat FROM
the group, we can't be sexually exclusive. I need to use sex to keep
Candace in line. And YOU need to use sex to keep LON in line!"
"Oh, I dunno..."
"Did he hurt you?"
"No."
"Was it good?"
"Well, yes..."
"Was it more than sex?"
"No. Less, actually."
"Then I have no need to be jealous," Toby insisted. "What Lon asks
of you is not what we have -- it's just an opportunity to make you both feel
good. That's okay. You're going to need to have sex with Lon occasionally
to keep the group happy and in balance -- and there is no reason why you
shouldn't enjoy it."
"I... I don't think I can," Jean replied. "Not after today. I
can't just let that slide..."
"Nor can I," Toby grated. Jean looked up -- thunder and lightning
were rumbling and flashing in his eyes. "I will get even with Lon for today
-- I have a plan. But you need to help me by at least appearing to put the
whole thing aside -- for the good of our relationship, and for the good of
the group. Can you?"
"I... Maybe. Not today."
"No, not today. We'll give it a few days. But at some point,
you're going to have to a least pretend to accept his apology," Toby
insisted.
"You think he'll apologize?" Jean asked.
"Profusely," Toby confirmed. "If only because he knows he stabbed
me in the back." His eyes bored into hers. "I know that it is alien to
your nature -- you've made that clear. But it can only help us if you can
come out and participate in the group's games. Things will lighten up and
be a lot less tense."
Jean nodded. "I'll try. I'm not the orgy type, but I'll give it a
shot."
"Good."
"Toby, are you sure that this is okay?" Jean's eyes pled. "This
isn't just some long goodbye..."
Toby smiled. "It isn't. It's a rational approach to a touchy
problem. Can I stay the night? Rick is with Ma..."
"Oh! YES!!!" Jean leaped up and wrapped herself around her lover.
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