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StormGirl, Lightning Lass, Mr. Menace @ 1997 Mark S. Ogilvie
The Adventures of StormGirl
and
Lightning Lass
By
Mark S. Ogilvie
Dangers of the net
"Stephanie!"
It was the intensity of the voice that startled
Stephanie Vanderkellan, a.k.a. LightingLass. When Lorraine
McBain got really mad she didn't yell, she projected.
The airbrush skipped out of Stephanie's normal steady hand.
It fell across the table, casting a black mask over the model
of StormGirl she was painting and across her Lightning Lass
costume. The young sidekick hastily tried to clean off the
paint as she hurried out of her trailer. Stephanie was
exactly five feet tall with a mop of light brown hair. Slim, some
might call her skinny she moved with the grace of a trained
acrobat. A former circus starlet, the young Stephanie had
flown in a high wire act since age five, preformed with lions at
ten and had been sawn in half at least three times a week
during her teenage years. None of those experiences came
close to the fear Lorraine could instill within her.
It was lunchtime and the set of the: "Adventures of
StormGirl" was nearly deserted. Most of the crew didn't like
to eat on the set. It was something that displeased Lorraine
and, as most of them had learned, it didn't do to displease
the star of the show. Stephanie knocked on the trailer door.
"Get in here." came the now quiet command.
Stephanie never ceased to be impressed by Lorraine. It
wasn't just the womans Amazon height (6' 6"). It was something
else, something she couldn't put her finger on. When they first
met she thought it was the costume. StormGirl's costume was
a master piece of marketing and spandex. A pair of skin tight
gold pants with silver boots and a silver belt in the shape of a
lightning bolt. A full sleeved gold halter that had a lightning bolt
on the chest and left her midriff bare. Lorraine had wild red
hair that tended to crackle with static and sometimes got
tangled into the silver half mask she wore. All of the above
covered a body that was head to toe muscle.
"Take a look at this." Lorraine growled, shoving
Stephanie into a seat infront of her computer. The young
starlet quickly saw that Lorraine had that look in her eye.
A flash that warned people her sanity was only loosely
confined. The last time Stephanie had seen that look, was
just before Lorraine had attacked a careless cameraman.
"StormGirl lay helpless on the table, her powers
dampened by Mr. Menace's machine." Stephanie read.
"Barely conscious she gave only a minor struggle as her
costume was taken from her. The feel of air over her naked
body excited the helpless heroine. She felt something
between her legs..."
"Oh boy." Stephanie said, blushing.
"Did you write that?" Lorraine growled in a tone of voice
that made the windows tremble. Her hand was on Stephanie's
shoulder, the grip just starting to tighten.
"No!" she practically shouted turning. Lorraine
loomed over Stephanie, and the sidekick felt as if the chair
was swallowing her.
"Then who did?" Lorraine asked. "Who they hell is this
Mr. Y?"
"I don't know. He's just some guy that post stories on
the internet."
"Stories? You mean this isn't the only one?"
"There's about five of them."
With an inarticulate growl Lorraine started to pace.
"He started about a year ago." Stephanie said. "Just
after the first Mr. Menace episode."
"You knew about this and you didn't tell me?" Lorraine
loomed over her again. "How many other people know about
this?"
"I ... It's on the internet..." Stephanie stumbled
through her answer. "All over the world..."
"The entire world?"
Stephanie nodded.
Lorraine took a deep breath, then another. She took a
third one and then gave up. With a snarl she smashed her
hand through a table. Then she made a fist size dent in the
wall of the trailer.
"Let me get this straight." Lorraine said, part of her
rage spent. "Someone's been putting X rated stories about me
out on the internet, where everyone in the world can read
them, and you never told me?"
"It, it's... Nothing. It's like the Inquirer."
"When did that rag ever suggest I like having sex with
plants?" Lorraine growled. Leaning over she pinned
Stephanie's wrist to the chair. "Does the crew know about this?"
"I doubt it." Stephanie said, trying both not to panic
and to ignore the pain her employers grip was causing.
"This sort of thing tends to be low key. I only heard about
it through a fan letter, some girl was upset I wasn't included
in the stories."
"She was upset?"
"Yea, she thought that most sidekicks don't get enough
attention."
"Really." Lorraine eased up on her grip.
"Well except Wonder Girl."
The moment Stephanie said it she regretted it. Lorraine
had a deep hatred of the old Wonder Woman TV show, even
to firing anyone on her show named: "Diana" or "Linda".
"So in all of these stories you've never even been
mentioned?"
"Being a sidekick is like that." Stephanie shrugged.
Lorraine bent down so that they were face to face.
"It is? Does it make you jealous? " Angry gray
eyes blazed into deeply frightened brown ones. Lorraine's
red hair crackled around her head. "Maybe jealous enough
to write a story or two?"
Stephanie didn't say a word, nor did she move. The
thought crossed her mind that mice must feel this way
when the cat catches them. After a few minutes Lorraine
broke eye contact and released her. Taking a deep breath
the young girl rubbed her wrist.
"Ok, it isn't' you." Lorraine walked over to the fireplace
and stared into the flames. "Question now becomes; who is
Mr. Y? And how do we find him."
"There's no way." Stephanie got out of the chair and
made sure she had a straight path to the door. "I mean
that's the whole point of an anonymous server."
"It's just a list on somebody's hardrive." Lorraine snarled,
walking over and blocking her path. "I want that list." She
looked pointedly at her young charge.
"Me?"
"You." Lorraine said, backing her sidekick up step by
step until she fell into the chair in front of the computer.
"You hacked us into the Nielson system."
"Yea... but..."
"You programed my VCR."
"Well, I..."
"I want this guy." Lorraine turned her toward the
keyboard. "You'll find me this little fungus." Lorraine
grasped Stephanie's fingers and placed them over the keys.
Slowly she started to exert pressure. "Won't you?"
The next two weeks were sheer hell for Stephanie.
Lorraine kept up the pressure. Never by coming out and asking
directly, but always there if Stephanie wasn't on the
computer. It wasn't only the threat of physical violence
that the young girl was worried about. In addition to being
the star of StormGirl Lorraine was also co-producer. The
Adventures of StormGirl was number one in the ratings, with
merchandising deals that McDonalds and Burger King fought
over annually. One word from her and Stephanie would be
finished in Hollywood. There weren't a lot of jobs out there
for flat chested ex-sidekicks. It had happened to the last
actress to wear the Lightning Lass costume. Stephanie had
been a magicians assistant at the time and had read about the
girl's nude picture scandal. Two weeks later she had
auditioned and gotten the part. The other girl was never seen
again and mentioning her name on the set was reflective of a
suicide attempt. The job was fun, at least when Lorraine was
in a good mood, and it paid well. Stephanie didn't want to loose it.
"I found him!" Stephanie announced, coming through the
door to the gym.
"Hi-yah!." Lorraine yelled, slamming her fist into the
punching bag. She was still in full costume, as was Stephanie.
It was one of Lorraine's quirks that they both work out in full
costume at the end of the day. Normally Stephanie would be
standing behind the bag holding it steady, but Lorraine, with
barely concealed impatience had excused her tonight. It had
taken nearly a month of searching and hacking her way through
the internet, but she had finally gotten lucky. The printer couldn't
get the paper out fast enough.
"Who and where." Lorraine demanded, landing a kick that
punctured the bag.
"His names Peter Harmony and he's a student a UCLA, but
he lives off campus."
"Peter Harmony." Lorraine read, scanning the printout
Stephanie handed her.
"You drive." Lorraine said, throwing her a set of keys.
"Now?" Stephanie asked. "Shouldn't we change."
"No."
"So how'd you find this guy?" Lorraine asked when they
were on the road.
"Well I realized that I'd never get into the anonymous
server, but other people might have. So I bumped into the
CIA's database and there it was."
"What? Are you telling me some leaky basement operation
is more secure than the CIA?"
"Everybody is more secure than the CIA."
"So they hacked their way into his computer?"
"No, they just bugged his place and read his mail."
Lorraine grunted.
"Are you sure we should do this?"
"Nobody writes this stuff about me and gets away with
it." Lorraine read the printout again. "Especially not some
rich geek from Beverly Hills."
"He might have lawyers, good ones."
"That's why the mask." Lorraine said. " Put yours on and
if anyone ask we worked out at the studio till twelve."
"What about the car?" They were driving the Lightning
Car. A modified Delorean with a lightning symbol on the hood
and the words: "StormGirl" written on the sides.
"Stolen, we can use the insurance money to get a new one."
"Ah..." Stephanie started to object, then thought better
of it. They turned a corner and she slowed infront of a
large English style house.
"Go around the block." Lorraine said, straightening her mask.
Stephanie was never really sure how effective the mask
she and Lorraine were. They were "Lone Ranger" style mask,
covering only a small part of their faces. But her boss
liked them. She pulled the car over to the curb and Lorraine
leapt out.
"Wait here."
Fifteen minutes later Stephanie was still waiting.
Twenty minutes later she was still waiting. Ten minutes
later than that she was waiting and starting to worry.
Briefly she thought of driving home, but quickly
discounted the idea. If Lorraine was in trouble she needed
help. If she wasn't in trouble Stephanie would need help
when Lorraine caught up with her. The young sidekick
vacillated for a while longer, then headed toward the house.
The back door had been broken, the frame cracked
from the blow. Stephanie eased it open and slipped inside. The
interior of the house was fashionably done in an 80's style.
Bright chrome furniture competed with deep inlaid wood.
Directly infront of her was as stairway leading up and to the
right. To her left was a living room with a couch and large
screen TV. An episode of StormGirl was playing on the set.
To the right was a kitchen.
"Can't even flip a coin." Stephanie whispered, looking
around. Then she realized the set wasn't showing a real
episode. Lorraine, the top half of her StormGirl costume
gone, was strapped to an X-frame. For a moment Stephanie was
transfixed, even though she knew it had never been padding.
Her co-stars breast were magnificent. A ball gag kept the
heroine silent, but StormGirl's eyes blazed with murderous
fury.
"You were a fool to come here StormGirl." said a
slightly high-pitched voice. A thin man in a Mr. Menace
costume, black suit with a gold mask, came into the picture.
Fascinated Stephanie walked over to the screen.
"Once my damper field took away your electrical powers
you were helpless." He bent over her and Stephanie could
hear a grunt of pain. "And now I will treat you as all women
are to be treated who dare challenge Mr. Menace!"
He pulled back, laughing a high pitched laugh and
Stephanie spotted two nipple clamps on Lorraine's breast.
"How did he catch her?" Stephanie whispered.
More importantly where were they? They couldn't have gotten
far. Suddenly she noticed the VCR on top of the set. The REC
light was on. Looking at the back of the set Stephanie saw the
coax cable running into the floor. A few minutes searching
found the door to the cellar. It was open a crack, almost inviting her.
No way, Stephanie thought. Quietly she slipped out of the
house and ran back toward the car. Lightning Lass may have been
ready to charge in and rescue StormGirl, but Stephanie Vanderkellan
came from more intelligent stock. All she had to do was use the
carphone and the police would take care of everything.
She stopped still before reaching the sidewalk. The car
was gone. Stunned the young sidekick looked around, then
quickly dived into the bushes as someone came down the street.
It was easy to guess who had the car, but not so easy to figure
out what to do next. Her costume had no pockets and hence no
money. There wasn't a phone booth in sight and the odds of
getting someone in Beverly Hills to open their doors to a stranger,
in a strange costume, at night, were beyond computation.
There was only one way to go. Quietly Stephanie worked
her way back into the house. It was just as she had left it, but this
time the screen showed StormGirl alone, struggling against her bonds.
As quietly as she could Lighting Lass approached the sinister
door, Stephanie narrated, trying to convince herself this was just
another scene in the show. It only half worked. Opening the door
slowly she descended into the darkness beyond.
The cellar was a techno-nerds paradise. A wall of
monitors lined one wall. Lights from various control consoles blinked
on and off like some mad Star Trek set. There were deep shadows
almost everywhere. As she moved past the monitors Stephanie read
the labels below each. They read: "House Interior", "House Exterior",
"UCLA girls shower #1", "UCLA Dressing Room #1".
Despite herself the young girl was impressed. It wasn't
easy to plant hidden cameras in UCLA, as countless male
students had painfully learned.
Lorraine was strapped down to a table near the center of the
room. Eyes darting about Stephanie ran over to her.
"Are you ok?" she asked, un-clipping the nipple clamps. Lorraine
made and exasperated sound and her sidekick pulled the gag off of her.
"Am I ok? You've been reading to many scripts. Get me the hell
out of this thing!"
Stephanie started to unstrap Lorraine's wrist, glancing about as
she did so. Suddenly she stopped, her sight focused between the captive
heroines legs.
"My god he shaved you?"
"Of course not." Lorraine snapped. One arm free she started to
work on the strap around her waist.
"Oh." Stephanie said, suddenly realizing there were things better
left unasked. "How did he catch you?"
"Like this."
The words were accompanied by a sharp pain in her but and
Lightning Lass fell back into Mr. Menace's arms. Whatever it was
paralyzed her completely. Stephanie could do nothing but sit and watch
was StormGirl and Mr. Menace battled.
"I'm going to tear every hair out of your body one at a time!"
"Ha! Without your electrical powers you are helpless before me!"
Lorraine's legs were still strapped to the table but she had a wide
range of movement. Mr. Menace darted and dodged, staying out of the
reach of her powerful arms. For a short time it was a stalemate. Then
her circled around to her feet. Ducking under her blows the villain pulled
off his gloves and ran his fingernails up and down the souls of her feet.
"Ha, Ha... Stop! You.... Lousy...."
Wild with frustration StormGirl squirmed, twisted and pulled with
everything she had. But it was no good. The table creaked and groaned
but did not give. Fifteen minutes passed, then twenty. In helpless furry
she pounded on the table laughing hystericaly.
"Put that strap around your waist again!" Mr. Menace commanded.
Stephanie was amazed when Lorraine did as he told her. As soon
as the strap was secured he darted forward, grabbing one of Lorraine's arms
and strapping it down. The other arm followed easily. She growled as the
gag was reapplied.
Then, with the heroine secured, the villain turned to the sidekick.
With a laugh that was probably meant to sound sinister, but came out like
a puppies bark, Mr. Menace advanced toward her. By now the drug was starting
to wear off, Stephanie could move a little. Still laughing he picked
her up. Stephanie shifted her weight and he lost his balance. They went
down together, Stephanie flailing away like a little girl.
"Hey... Stop... Let go..." with a high squeal of desperation
Mr. Menace squirmed out from under her. Stephanie had enough strength
to roll over and make a grab for his leg, but he scurried out of her reach.
"Do you really think a sidekick can defeat Mr. Menace?" he asked,
trying to switch to his super-villain voice. It was a rhetorical question
and she realized if it weren't for the drug she could defeat him. Even with
the padding in the costume and, what she realized now was platform shoes,
he was still a short skinny geek.
Standing up Mr. Menace straddled her, pinning her arms
to her side. Pulling a pair of handcuffs from his pocket,
he carefully secured her wrist infront of her.. Stephanie
tried to fight back but the drug was still too strong. Once
her hands were secured infront of her he tried to pick her
up. And failed. Grabbing her wrist he tried to pull her up
into a firemans carry, but slipped and down they went.
Squirming out from underneath her again he tried again to
lift the young girl. Putting his arms around her stomach he
strained, huffing and puffing, but only managed to roll her
over. Defeated the villain sat back, breathing hard.
"You must have the power to change your density." he
gasped out, breathing hard. "Make yourself heavier. But it
will not defeat Mr. Menace!"
Crawling over to her the would be villain rolled
Stephanie over to an X frame. Laying it down around her Mr.
Menace straddled her again and released her hands. At once
Stephanie lunged at him, though with only a small portion of
her strength. Still it was enough to throw him off. She
sat up, but found herself fighting off a dizzy spell. While
she was distracted he jumped up behind her and threw a bag
over her head. Blinded Stephanie tried to fight him off and
tear off the bag at the same time. She failed. Once again
he straddled her and pinned her arms. Soon each wrist was
fasted to the X-frame. Once her ankles were secured as well
he pulled the mask off.
"You've seen way to many episodes." Stephanie managed
to say.
"Silence sidekick!" he blustered. Going over to the
wall he pressed a button and a rope descended out of the
ceiling. "I have planned too long for this. " He tied the
rope to the frame and then pushed the button again. The
rope rose, taking the frame with it. Slowly he guided the
frame to a pair of hooks hanging from the ceiling. "Soon I
shall control both of you, and with StormGirl and Lightning
Lass under my control the world will be mine!"
"What are you going to do with the world when you have
it?" Stephanie asked.
Mr. Menace stopped, staring at her in astonishment.
For a few moments he seemed to try and figure out an answer.
Then he shrugged and undid her belt.
"I shall strip you as I striped her." he said, his
voice breaking slightly. He got the belt off and started to
pull down her pants, only to stop when he realized he
couldn't. Her legs were too far apart. Sighing with
frustration he released her ankles. Then doubled over in
pain as Stephanie's kick caught him in the crotch.
"Ha!" she cried out, trying to pull the frame off the
hooks. It held though, and the next second Stephanie felt a
pain in her left breast. Immediately every muscle stopped
moving.
"A valiant effort Lightning Lass." Mr. Menace said,
rising slowly to his feet. His voice broke a little and he
was breathing hard. He put the small dart gun into a
pocket. "But not good enough."
Reaching down he pulled off her boots, then pulled her
pants down.
"Strange," he remarked, seeing her underwear,
"StormGirl didn't wear any." Before pulling it down he ran
his hands along the black silken fringe. "Victoria's secret,
the girls of summer 97 issue. Good choice."
Stephanie blushed as the underwear was removed and he
reattached her ankles to the frame. Unlike Lorraine's small
"V" (or what she guessed would be a small "V") shaped patch
of red hair, her bush was a stripe of white. A whisker like
tangle that came from her mothers side of the family.
Mr . Menace put the pants and underwear in a black
suitcase Reaching down he secured her legs once more.
Then he reached up and released one of her arms. As soon
as he let it go it fell and smacked him in the face.
Panicked he jumped back and stood there for a few minutes,
watching her. Apparently satisfied the drug was still
working he released the other arm. Stephanie's deadwieght
body fell forward and knocked him down. To his credit the
would be master of evil didn't panic this time. He just
squirmed out from under her. Stephanie lay on her stomach,
only now getting some response from her body as the drug
started to fade. Reaching down Mr. Menace took hold of her
halter and pulled it up and off of her. It was impossible
to wear a bra under the spandex and Stephanie was now
completely nude, except for her wrist bands. Putting her
halter in the suitcase he slowly levered her up off the
floor. Both hands on each of her breast he held her against
the wall. Then each of her wrist were secured. When he was
done the villain stood back and stared at her. His stare
would have been rude even if she was still wearing cloths.
Suddenly Mr. Menace broke up in a high pitched giggle, and
he kept looking away from her. Controlling himself with a
visible effort he reached up and started to stroke her
breast. Stephanie squirmed and twisted in anger, but the
frame held. Giggling he reached into his pocket and pulled
out a nipple clamp. With a dramatic flourish he held it
infront of her face. It was a small rectangle, with a bar
bisecting it. Attached the bar was a small rod that screwed
it in or out. With another dramatic pose he moved it down
to her breast and tried to put it on. This was where he ran
into problems, as Stephanie knew he would. Where Lorraine's
nipples were huge, almost miniature breast on her breast,
Stephanie's were small, with the tip of the nipple indented.
Grunting with frustration Mr. Menace tried time and again,
pulling, pinching and squeezing. But in the end he failed.
Throwing the clamp away in disgust he reached over to a
table and picked up a coil of rope. Then he proceeded to
wrap the coils around the base of each of her breast. He
pulled them tight as he did so, slowly separating them.
When he was done Stephanie's breast hung like two small
balls that were only held on by the ropes. She could feel
them starting to go numb. The young woman moved slightly
and they bounced, much to the delight of Mr. Menace.
Suddenly they heard a sound behind them. Mr. Menace whirled
with appropriate flair, while Stephanie just raised her
head.
One of the nipple clamps was gone from Lorraine's
breast. As the sidekick and villain watched she flexed her
muscles and the other clamp shot off her body in an arc,
landing at Mr. Menace's feet.
How the hell did she do that, Stephanie wondered.
There aren't even muscles for that sort of thing to work.
"Hey!" Mr. Menace walked over to her, holding the
clamp. "You can't do that." He reattached the clamp and
bent down to get the other one. Lorraine flexed once more
and the nipple clamp flew off and hit him on the head.
"Hey!" he demanded, sounding like a ten year old.
"Stop that!"
For the next few minutes Stephanie watched the bizarre
contest. No matter how tight he screwed the clamp Lorraine
managed to flex it off. Her aim got better too. By the
third try she was hitting him in the face. On the seventh
shot she hit him in the eye. Staggering back Mr. Menace
picked up a small mirror from a table and inspected the eye
for damage.
"Curse you StormGirl." he tried to growl, though it
came out as a sob. Reaching below her table he came up with
a large penis shaped vibrator. Stephanie's eyes widened at
the sight of the thing. It had small bumps along the shaft
and must have been ten inches long. "With this I will break
you!" he proclaimed, turning it on. The head of the
artificial penis started to turn. Laughing the villain
reached down and pushed the instrument. The would be
instrument of torture managed to get the vagina slightly
open, but no more.
How is she doing that?
Stephanie was not the only one to wonder. Withdrawing
the dildo Mr. Menace looked closely between Lorraine's legs.
He ran his finger along her smooth hairless pussy. But his
finger wouldn't go in either.
"You can not defy me StormGirl!" he shouted. Again he
brought the vibrator to the opening. But this time he held
it there with one hand, while he tickled Lorraine with the
other.
StormGirl squirmed and twisted under the two prong
assault, but there was no escape. Though the gag stopped
her from laughing outloud it also stopped her from taking
deep breaths. After a few minutes her muscles gave way and
the dildo was in.
Laughing his best villainous laugh Mr. Menace turned a
control on the bottom off the vibrator. Even across the
room Stephanie heard the motor go up to full intensity.
Lorraine gyrated on the table, trying to get the thing out
of her body. But now that it was in Mr. Menace had no
trouble keeping it there. He let it move out a little, but
then shoved it back in. Lorraine was twisting and pulling
so hard Stephanie wondered which would go first, the table
or her employer. It turned out to be neither. With a look
of pure fury in her eyes StormGirl clenched her entire body.
The motor whined, stuttered, and stopped.
For a moment there was complete silence in the room.
Then Mr. Menace spoke.
"Hey...." he said, trying to pull the dildo out. He
couldn't. "Gimme that." Still it wouldn't move. Reaching
between her legs with both hands he pulled with all his
might. Lorraine relaxed and he flew backwards over a table
and into a pile of video tapes.
Climbing out of the pile the villain looked at the vibrator
with awe. There was a noticeable dent in the cylinder.
"You broke it! You... you... This thing cost fifty bucks!"
Enraged he slapped her face, but Stephanie suspected
the blow did more damage to him than her boss. Rubbing his
hand Mr. Menace took a few deep breaths.
"Obviously my power dampening field is not entirely
effective. " he said, checking the straps that held her
down. "But if I can not inflict pain upon you, you can not
free yourself. The stalemate remains in my favor. " He
looked down at the dildo. "I will just have to upgrade my
equipment." Swaggering toward the stairway he tossed the
broken sex toy aside. "You will be here when I get back."
Mr. Menace said, with a dramatic twirl of his cape. Then he
was gone.
As soon as he was gone Stephanie twisted her wrist
once, twice, thrice. The lockpick launched itself out of
her wristband and was instantly caught. Straining every
muscle in her wrist and arms the young girl maneuvered the
pick into the padlock. It had been a long time since she'd
practiced the escape, but not that long. She thanked the
God of Sidekicks that Lorraine insisted every prop be a
working one. In a few minutes she was out of one restraint,
the rest followed easily. As soon as she was free she
rushed over and freed Lorraine.
Epilogue
"Damn." Lorraine said.
"What?" Stephanie asked, almost loosing control of the
car. Her breast were still sore from the ropes and the
tight spandex top wasn't helping.
"I forgot to break one of his toes."
"Oh." The sidekick shuddered as she remembered the
cries of pain from Mr. Menace.
"You sure you wiped all his records?"
"All the hardrives." Stephanie nodded. "Plus every
backup, zip drive and hardcopy print he told us about."
"Yea, and he wasn't holding out." Lorraine said in a
satisfied tone of voice. Stephanie was sure of that.
Lorraine had attacked Mr. Menace like some mad chiropractor,
twisting him into shapes that would give the young girl
nightmares. "Every copy is destroyed."
Stephanie shifted in her seat, feeling the computer
disk she had hidden in her pants. She wasn't sure why she
had saved it, it wasn't as if she liked seeing her boss
helplessly tickled.
"Drop us back at the studio." Lorraine ordered. "We
still have time for a workout and you have some more of my
statues to work on.
Then again...
End.
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