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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Sixteen
Sister Mary was leading me to the bedroom I’d been assigned, to
wash all the honey off me, when I thought I heard something outside. I
slowed my steps and paused. Sister Mary yanked fiercely on my arm.
“Come along, child!” she said impatiently. “I must prepare
your dinner. I must give you your bath. I have much to do and--” she
broke off in mid-sentence. I rubbed my shoulder where she’d pulled at
my arm. She heard it too.
“Someone’s coming,” I breathed. I felt a wave of relief wash
over me. I heard horses. Horses! I saw, in my mind’s eye, a gallant
knight leaping down from his steed and rescuing me from these two
priests and their rude serving woman.
“I say? What is that?” Father Brannigan said, hurrying into
the hall. He pushed at his erect penis as he walked, attempting to
stuff it back into his clerical robes. He grimaced, somehow managing to
get himself in, and yanked on his zipper. Father Virgil followed,
struggling with his own big penis.
Father Brannigan opened the front door. A figure was already
on the porch outside. She stormed into the foyer. Father Virgil gave a
surprised shout and found himself face-to-face with a woman, with his
dick hanging out of his pants.
“Sister Lilith!” Father Brannigan roared. The light from the
bright afternoon outside flooded into the dark foyer of the house. I
could make out only the shape of an outline. A nun’s habit, robes
showed in outline against the door. Suddenly the nun lifted her hand up
to her head and tore off her habit. A mass of blonde hair tumbled
freely down over her shoulders. She stepped deeper into the house. A
man entered behind her. He closed the door. Quietly he removed his
hat. I saw he was a work man. He was dressed in overalls. He held in
his hand a whip, large and sinuous. It was clutched efficiently in his
big, gnarled hands. I expected him to gaze at me with interest but
instead he lowered his eyes, meekly.
My own gaze returned to the woman. She stood before us, almost
as tall as the two priests. Twin eyes, large and passionate, burned in
her face. They were blue, blue as the sky, and deep as the bowl of
sunlit heaven.
“Father Brannigan and Father Virgil, I presume?” the woman
asked. She was young, for a nun. She might have been 25, but no more.
In fact, I guessed, she might have been younger than 25, but the mature
manner of her bearing made her look older. (I later learned she was
just 19. Indeed, her bearing and composure gave her a sophistication
far beyond her years. She was exceedingly bright too; her intelligence
had given her a position of power and prominence at the convent. She
already had three years’ worth of work done toward a college degree.)
With flashing, inquisitive eyes, Sister Lilith quickly sized up
the four of us. Father Brannigan, clearing his throat, sounding like an
old goat caught doing something perverted; Father Virgil, haplessly
erect, displaying his penis to her penetrating gaze, myself with honey
smeared all over my titties and cunt, and cat’s pee on my belly.
“You two have been using this old, neglected piece of church
property to entertain yourselves with young girls,” Sister Lilith said
accusingly to the two priests. Both men, despite being older than her,
flinched and figeted under her stare.
“We, ah, took it over from Father Slade,” Father Brannigan
said. He cleared his throat again.
“We’re examining the Flesh,” Father Virgil offered, showing
quite a hunk of his own flesh through the zipper of his pants.
“One must know the properties of the Flesh if one is to lead it
away from Sin, and toward the will of God,” Father Brannigan said.
Sister Lilith brushed past the two men. She walked over to
me. She looked down at me. I trembled under her stare. The men’s gig
was up; I knew that. They would be in deep trouble. Perhaps she’d have
them sent off to prison. I guessed all this in a minute; I hadn’t
watched every episode of America’s Most Wanted for nothing!
With a strange, sinking feeling, thinking all that, I realized
Sister Lilith’s eyes were no longer fixed on my face. She was gazing at
my breasts. “What is your name?” Sister Lilith asked, intending,
perhaps, to lift her eyes again to my face, asking me that question.
But instead her eyes remained (involuntarily?) fixed to my twin bosoms.
She wound up addressing her question to my mammaries.
“Chloe,” I answered in a meek voice.
“Father Brannigan and Father Virgil are well-built, don’t you
think?” Sister Lilith asked my breasts.
“Yes,” I said. I lifted a finger nervously to my mouth and
sucked tensely on it. What was this woman up to?
“I won’t interfere, if you don’t want me to,” Sister Lilith
said. Her eyes still gazed with complete interest at my bosoms. I
wondered if she herself, for all her intelligence, realized that some
strange passion had seized her and caused her to talk to my tits.
“I--” I began.
“You wish to have them to yourself. I understand,” Sister
Lilith said. “I accept that. But--” with a force of will she suddenly
broke her gaze from my clinging bare bosoms. They looked with intense
penetration into my eyes. I drew back, frightened. I bumped into
Sister Mary, standing behind me, and found I could go no further. “I
want a piece of your ass too,” Sister Lilith told me. I felt a tremble
run up my spine. It made my hips wiggle. It made the twin pointed tips
of my bosoms shimmy like two gourds caught in a storm. I felt a tempest
inside me. Lilith, I think, was equally shaken by tempestuous thoughts
of her own. “I have been studying too much,” Lilith said. There was a
sudden gentleness in her eyes. Her hand reached out to me. It palmed
across my ribs. Her fingers tickled me. I laughed. She smiled, not
meaning to tickle me but liking how I broke into laughter at her touch.
She lifted her hand upward. She seemed to count my ribs as her fingers
passed over them.
She cupped my breast. She squeezed it, my right breast, hard.
As if it were hers and she owned it.
“May I?” Sister Lilith asked me, her hand too tight on my
breast, clamping its fullness within the slender confines of her
fingers. The extruding portion of my tit seemed to offer itself to
her. My nipples became exceedingly hard, on both my tits.
“Umn--” was all I managed to say, before Lilith bent her head
low and caught at my nipple tip with her tongue. “Oooooh!” I shouted.
I tried to wriggle free. I could not escape her fingers, clasping the
mound of my right breast. Lilith’s tongue licked hard and fast at my
nipple, then slow, then quickly again. Expert, delicious. I felt a
moistness gather between my legs. My honey-coating was sticky there
already, but now it grew stickier.
“Mmmm,” Lilith said. She lifted her mouth from my bosom.
There was honey on her lips. “I shall let you keep both your priests,”
Lilith told me. I saw the honey from my tit glistening on her tongue.
She let me see her tongue as she talked, lisping, perhaps purposely,
loving the thrill of desire that must have been coursing through her.
“Yes, keep your men, with their penises,” Lilith said to me. “But I
want you. I know it’s a sin. But you are so lovely. I want your tight
little ass in bed with me and I want to do utterly depraved things to
it.” Lilith gazed at me with her bright, intelligent eyes. I knew,
without even knowing her yet, that she didn’t choose her words randomly,
like you or I might, guessing at their true meaning as we speak them.
She knew exactly what she was saying. She knew, even, I think, the old
French and English roots of the words she was speaking to me.
I felt myself nodding. I have no idea why, now. But my head
bobbed and I agreed to her terms, without saying a word. Then my lips
opened, and I searched for my voice to try to amend what I’d done, but
Lilith’s finger pressed itself over my mouth.
“NO,” Lilith said, her voice as strong and direct as a
mommie’s. “Let it be perfect,” she said. “Perfect consent. I like
that. I like you.” Lilith drew up. She regarded me. She glanced at
Sister Mary. “Why stand thou idly in the hall, woman?” Sister Lilith
asked. There was a masculine lilt to Lilith’s words, but they were
spoken in a high, obviously feminine voice. They were the words of one
grown used to power in the convent, amongst the nuns.
“I was about to bathe her, ma’am,” Sister Mary said to Sister
Lilith.
“Yes. Obviously she needs a bath,” Sister Lilith said. “She
has been playing with the priests. Look. Her stockings have runs in
them. Has someone struck her belly? Her legs? Turn around, girl. Let
me see your bottom.”
I obeyed. Sister Lilith’s hands encompassed my small hips. I
heard a rustling in her robes behind me. Her leg bent, her knee came
forward, her right knee. It jammed itself quite suddenly up between the
cheeks of my ass.
“Oook!” I said, sounding like a mouse suddenly captured and
torn by a cat. Sister Lilith’s knee was surprisingly thin; it dug
inbetween the cheeks of my bottom.
“Oh, how springy and young and perfect her ass is,” Sister
Lilith said, to no one in particular, but making me blush quite fiercely
because she spoke of me as if I were something she’d just purchased, as
in a store. “Flawless,” Sister Lilith said. “How I wish I had but one
more leg, long and thin, that I could plant between such delicious
cheeks as these.” She smacked her lips. “What a pity to have nothing
but a tongue.” I felt her toss her mane of hair, as she stood behind
me. She drew me closer, pressed her knee deeper. I uttered a yelp.
“And various toys,” Sister Lilith said in a throaty, lowered voice.
“Barren unfeeling toys that tell me nothing about what they’re
exploring.” She pressed her knee even deeper, still holding me by my
hips. I cried out and wriggled hard in an attempt to break free of her,
but it only pressed her knee deeper into the cleft of my soft captured
bottom. “How I wish I were a man!” Sister Lilith cried suddenly. Then
she dropped her knee. I turned, quickly, lest she try doing me with her
other knee. I looked at her accusingly.
Sister Lilith palmed my belly. My gaze softened. Her hand was
so firm, so commanding! And yet it felt me with a woman’s touch; as if
to inquire, with only the tenderness that a woman could, whether I had a
baby growing surreptitiously inside the flatness of my tummy. She’d
found me, after all, with two horny priests, their cocks obviously
tumescent.
“You are... not.. pregant?” Sister Lilith asked, pressing her
palm hard to my tummy.
“No,” I breathed. She looked at me with renewed interest.
“You are not just some country girl, are you?” Sister Lilith
asked. “At first I took you for some poor country wench, but you sound,
your accent--”
“I’m an American!” I said proudly.
“Oh!” Lilith said. “So you are. Yes. The accent gives it
away now. My little American friend. Will you be that for me, hmmm? I
so dearly love you. I have no idea why.”
“It’s alright,” I said. I felt a wave of tenderness well up in
me. “Are you an important nun?”
Lilith nodded. “Too important for my years. And too weary of
it all, too. May I play with you a little, hmmm?” I don’t think she
knew how to ask it any other way. She’d been isolated in a convent,
knew not how to socialize and circle around a subject before posing the
question.
“I am-- visiting for a few days,” I managed to say, feeling
very awkward in admitting my possible complicity in being here.
“That’s fine. So fine,” Lilith said. She bent and kissed me
on my cheek. “Go and have your bath then, hmmm? I won’t interfere
between you and your men. It’s you I want. You’ll find yourself beset
now by three men. Think of it that way.” She looked over her
shoulder. “Oh.” She smiled. “He’s just my coach man, the man standing
there with the whip. Robert. He’ll not lay a hand on you, I assure
you. He’s lower class.” She kissed me again.
Sister Mary, sensing it was wished, drew me away. Lilith
smiled at me, then turned to Father Brannigan and Father Virgil. I was
drawn trippingly down the hall by Sister Mary, gazing back behind me.
“As for you two,” Sister Lilith said.
“Come, child,” Sister Mary told me. We rounded a corner in the
hall and I heard not what Lilith said afterward.
My bath finished, I stepped out of the tub. Sister Mary told
me to dry myself; she had to hurry and fix dinner for us. The sun was
growing low, dipping into the trees out beyond the fenceline. I walked
to the window. It was open. The curtains of the bedroom fluttered.
Naked, I stood at the window, letting the air of the afternoon wash over
me, clutching my towel, not using it. I peered down into the grass of
the back yard. A stunning sight greeted my eyes. I realized, with a
shiver in my tailbone, that I would never have witnessed such a
spectacle if Sister Lilith had not arrived.
Robert, the coach man, was hammering twin stakes into the back
yard. One was already in the ground, its end sticking up. The other
was being driven in now, by a mallet he was holding. The sound of the
mallet striking the iron stake resounded throughout the backyard.
Father Virgil, meanwhile, the cutest of the two priests, walked with
languid steps into the back yard. He was utterly naked. His thing
stuck out in front of him like a frozen salami. The hot afternoon sun
bathed him. It highlighted his nude muscles. I felt my hand touch my
belly as I watched him. I felt a desire to have him *right there*, in
me, flexing hard and pumping me full.
Father Virgil carried a blue towel. He unfurled it and laid it
upon the grass. He sat down on it, his naked buttocks pressing against
the soft down of the towel, and looked over at the coach man. The big
man smiled, briefly, then finished hammering the second iron stake into
the ground.
Sister Lilith appeared. She walked across the lawn. Her nun’s
habit and robes were gone. Instead, she wore a sun bonnet,
broad-brimmed. A black ribbon dangled down off the back of it. She
looked like a girl going to church, wearing it, I thought. Her arms and
her chest were clad in a black leather jacket, however. It was soft,
supple leather. It molded her body. I saw with a gasp of surprise that
she had large breasts. Her robes had not revealed that aspect of her to
me downstairs in the foyer. Below the waistline of her jacket she wore
almost nothing, just a very skimpy matching black leather pair of
panties. Her legs were long, lanky, tanned. She wore spiked heels on
her feet. Around her waist there was a slender cord. From it, hanging
down off her waist and boucing stiffly alongside her thigh, was a riding
crop.
Lilith drew a bottle of sun tan lotion from a side pocket of
her jacket. At the same time, she unzipped the front of her jacket.
Twin breasts, both quite white, in contrast to her long tanned legs and
hips, spilled from her jacket. She wore no bra. Lilith
matter-of-factly uncapped the sun tan lotion and squirted a generous
stream of lotion all over her breasts. Her jacket was not unzipped
completely and the sight of her twin breasts extruding through it was
erotic in the extreme. When she’d anointed her tits, and was beginning
to rub in the lotion, she tossed the uncapped bottle to Father Virgil.
He caught it.
“The sun is still hot,” I heard Sister Lilith say in the
silence of the backyard. “Spread it on yourself. Especially your cock
and balls. The rest doesn’t matter, but those must be protected. I
don’t wish to see little Chloe-- is that her name? I don’t wish to see
her denied the pleasure of your equipment because you let it get
sunburned.” Father Virgil obediently aimed the bottle of lotion at his
dick. He squeezed it. A shot of white, sperm-colored coconut oil
spurted onto the long shaft of Father Virgil’s penis. He aimed lower
and squirted the lotion on his balls. As the coach man watched, wearing
his crisp overalls and holding his mallet, his work done, Father Virgil
massaged his testicals in front of the man, and Sister Lilith.
Father Brannigan appeared. He was dressed in clerical robes,
as before, when he’d begun my training. His cock was buried somewhere
inside his pants. He strolled out onto the lawn. He carried a black
bag in his hands. I had no idea what was in it. It sent a thrill of
fright through me. He looked like a doctor, come to see a patient.
“May I watch?” Father Brannigan asked. Sister Lilith turned,
her golden hair catching the sunlight, seeming to shower her body with
pure golden rays.
“If you wish,” Sister Lilith said nonchalantly. Father Virgil,
his testicals and penis glowing with fresh coconut oil, lay down on the
powder blue towel. He stretched himself on the towel and seemed to draw
comfort from the softness of it, underneath him. I watched his nude
muscles flex.
“Spread your legs, please,” Sister Lilith told Father Virgil.
She unhooked her long whippy riding crop from her waist and batted at
Father Virgil’s knees with it. He opened his legs. “Wider,” I heard
her say. Father Virgil, his penis sticking up like a tower of Babel
between from his crotch, opened his legs until they were as wide as the
stakes which were hammered into the ground at the foot of his towel.
“Bind his feet,” Sister Lilith told her coach man. The man in the
overalls gave an amused smirk. There was rope lying on the ground and
he picked it up. Father Brannigan set down his black bag in the grass.
Lilith turned to him. “Go turn on the sprinkler,” she said. “I wish to
permit him some coolness. The water will cool his nakedness as he’s
lying here.” Father Brannigan nodded. He was turning away from her
when Lilith looked up. She caught sight of me in the window, staring.
“Wait,” Sister Lilith said. Father Brannigan, walking away, paused. “I
want you undressed to,” she said.
Father Brannigan scowled. “I ask you for a fuck, you tell me
‘no.’ Then you tell Virgil to doff his clothes, and now me? Make up
your mind, woman. I’m hard as stone and--”
“I’m aware of your male needs,” Lilith answered. “Undress.
Put your robes away in the house and come back out here. Naked. I want
you bare for our friend.” She glanced up at me. Father Brannigan
followed her gaze. He nodded.
“We must not forget her,” Father Brannigan agreed.
“No, we must not,” Lilith said.
Father Brannigan had just disappeared into the house when
Sister Mary came into my bedroom. I turned; she presented me with a
glass of water, a straw neatly placed in it. In her other hand she held
a small pill.
“Here, this is for you,” Sister Mary said. “You are to be
fucked, but you must not conceive. The pope would never agree, but--”
I took the glass. I sipped on its straw. The water was cold.
I heard a sound of a sprinkler coming to life outside. I drew the small
tablet out of Sister Mary’s hand. I popped it on my tongue. I sipped
again from the straw. I swallowed.
“What must be, must be,” I said softly.
“Come, child, they are waiting,” Sister Mary said.
Downstairs, out on the lawn, the sprinkler was wetting the
grass. It had been set on ‘slow.’ With each languid pass it left a
sprinkling of water droplets on Father Virgil. He lay nude and husky on
the towel in the grass. His legs were spread. His ankles were tied off
to the twin stakes the coach man had hammered into the ground. His cock
stuck up stiff and tall, all oily from the suntan lotion. Sister
Lilith, dressed in her black leather jacket and panties, stood over
him. She let the sprinkler wet her legs. She didn’t mind. With the
end of her riding crop she poked at Father Virgil’s testicals.
“Your sac is full,” Sister Lilith told Father Virgil. He gazed
up at her.
“We are not permitted to masturbate, or to fuck,” Father Virgil
said calmly. He seemed untroubled by the intrusiveness of the woman’s
crop bouncing off his taut balls. Lilith swung back her implement and
brought it in with a quick blow. She looked like she was trying to
flick at a golf ball with one hand, except instead of a club she was
using a crop, instead of looking the size of a golf ball Father Virgil’s
testicals tended more in size toward that of a softball.
“Ow,” Father Virgil said.
“Mmmm, how your sac quivers when I strike it,” Sister Lilith
said admiringly. “Truly, you must not have cum in many days sir.
Weeks?” Her question hung on the air. I gazed between her open legs at
the sight of Father Virgil’s big prick sticking up.
“Months,” Father Virgil said. His voice groaned as he spoke.
“You are quite a trooper to allow such a heavy load to
accumulate between your legs,” Sister Lilith said. “Is Father Brannigan
equally gifted in restraining himself?”
“No,” Father Virgil said. “He jacks off sometimes.”
“What a pity,” Sister Lilith said.
“He sticks his thing out the back window and does it when he
thinks the cows in the field behind us are looking,” Father Virgil
said. I came around and stood at his legs. They made a wide vee before
me, on the softness of his towel. The sprinkler was slowly wetting the
powder blue towel and the muscled expanse of his thighs, his calves, his
chest. His groin gleamed, showing its spire in the rose-hued light of
the western sun.
Father Brannigan came out of the house. We all glanced toward
him. He walked boldly. He showed us the full erect form of his cock as
he walked matter-of-factly toward us. It bobbed; beneath it his balls
hung heavy and full.
“Chloe,” Sister Lilith said, turning to me. She smiled. “How
sweet you look! Fresh from your bath. I promised you both men and I
won’t go back on my word. They are both full from months of abstinence
and its time they relieved themselves. You are not virgin, I am told.
How fortunate! I want you to turn so that Father Virgil can see your
bottom. Turn around! Yes. So lovely. You will mount him that way,
your bottom pointing at his face. Then you will use your hands, which
will be free, to squeeze his balls. I want all his sperm to go up you.
Everything he can offer. Of course, you are free to pleasure yourself
as well. At the same time, with his hands free, Father Virgil will be
able to easily finger your cunny and your fine tits. It should be quite
pleasurable for you both.” She glanced behind her at Father Brannigan,
who stalked up to us. “As for this one,” Lilith said. “He will put his
thing to your mouth as you’re sitting backwards on Father Virgil,
Chloe. Take as much of him as you can; but don’t gag. At the same
time, use your hands to squeeze his balls also. I want both men to
squirt themselves fully into you, Chloe. They will be more compliant
with my wishes once I’ve let them give off some steam. Not that they’ve
dared be disobedient up ‘til now,” she added, with a smile.
Drawing me close, Sister Lilith reached between my legs. She
felt my slit. She kissed my cheek as she felt me. She tickled me hard
between my cuntlips and made me moisten my pubis with my juices. When I
was ready, she mounted me on Father Virgil. It was strange, watching
that big thing rise up between my legs as Lilith forced me to squat.
Then it was pushing into me, I was gasping, resisting. But Lilith
pressed hard on the frail width of my shoulders and forced me down,
forced me to take it. Father Brannigan, strumming his cock with his
hand, waited beside me with eager eyes.
We fucked. We were sprayed with cooling draughts from the lawn
sprinkler as we did it. The sun slowly sank below the horizon. Lilith
taunted both men with her crop, making sure they gave me their all.
Sister Mary and the coach man watched from a distance, said nothing.
I was inundated with sperm. Imagine my embarrassment when,
finished at last, I turned my face upward toward Sister Lilith and
looked at her, Father Brannigan’s sperm running down from my mouth and
coursing down my chin, to join a white milky splattering of drippings
that already coated my breasts. My inner thighs were covered in Father
Virgil’s product. There was a pool of his jism beneath his spread-apart
legs, where they grew into his crotch. His balls, spent, hung loosely
between his legs. His cock threaded me still, growing less fierce now,
but still filling me with its long throbbing pulsations.
Lilith bent down and grasped me under my arms. She lifted me
up.
“I did gook,” I said, mangling the word ‘good’.
“Yes, you did fine,” Lilith said. She kissed my cheek, trying
to avoid Father Brannigan’s sperm, that was smeared all over it.
“Tonight we’ll turn in early, just you and I, and I’ll have your
remaining hole,” she told me in a soft, but no-nonsense voice. I felt a
desperate sense of fear seize me, making my bottom tighten. Yet I
remained unresistant, letting her draw me up until I felt the snake of
Father Virgil’s penis slip out of me. Sister Lilith put her hand
between my legs.
“Are you sore?” she asked, rubbing me.
“Yes,” I admitted. She kissed me again.
“God, you have sperm all over you!” Lilith said. She set me on
my feet. I was unsteady. “Go open the black bag, if you can. Bring me
what’s in it,” Lilith smiled.
“Waht’s in it?” I asked, dazed.
“You’ll see,” Lilith said.
The coach man came forward. He knew his lady’s mind. He
untied Father Virgil’s feet. At the same time, I opened the black bag.
I gasped. Inside was a very long black dildo! There was leather
strapping tucked into the bag too, so that someone could easily put the
dildo on and wear it. I only knew of one person here who required that:
Lilith!
“I must practise on your bottom, so I don’t hurt little Chloe
when I do the same to her tonight, after dinner,” Lilith told Father
Virgil. “Get on your knees. Show me those tight buns of yours. I’m
going to plant my flag between them.”
“You’ll never do that to me!” Father Brannigan said.
“I didn’t ask you. Keep your hairy ass to yourself,” Lilith
sniffed. With trembling hands I drew the long fierce-looking dildo out
of the bag. I brought it to Lilith. “Thank you, Chloe,” Lilith said.
She took it from me. I watched with awe-struck eyes as she strapped it
on. Father Virgil waited, kneeling now, the sprikler wetting his bottom
with each of its passes.
“Tie me in back,” Lilith told me. She turned. She showed me
the lovely womanly expanse of her ass. Above, where her waist was quite
narrow, the belt of her dildo harness needed to be laced together. I
went to her and tied it on for her. My fingers shivered. Tonight I
would have to do the same, so she could fuck me! I could hardly believe
I’d been induced to go along with such a thing. I felt sure something
would intervene. Surely we woulnd’t... just two girls? Alone? Father
Brannigan sported a grin and bent low over Father Virgil and squirted
suntan lotion into the crack between his buns.
“What th--?” Father Virgil asked.
“Just trying to help, old boy,” Father Brannigan laughed. He
pushed a finger into Father Virgil’s bottom and oiled his hole.
“Don’t!” Father Virgil gritted.
“You’ll have bigger than this in a minute,” Father Brannigan
said. “And much more humiliating too, in my opinion. Imagine, a man
being fucked by a woman!”
“Don’t mention it to any of the other priests, okay?” Father
Virgil said.
“Why no, never!” Father Brannigan assured him. But there was a
big grin on his face, and I didn’t trust him.
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