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House
by deirdre
"Oh I ought to have an apartment like yours," said Gwen. I'd been staring
at her house, and apparently she'd been reading my thoughts: kind of big
for just Gwen.
"It's lovely, and it *is* nice to have your privacy," I replied, politely.
It was a typical old city house, certainly dating from before World War II,
possibily a hundred years old. But it *was* an attractive house, looking
well kept.
"Well, I don't know about the *privacy* part. Would you like to see it?"
I'd been dropping her off after our shopping. I wasn't in any hurry, so I
glanced at her to assure myself she really would be happy to have me in.
"Oh, sure, I'd *love* to," I replied, judging that she wasn't just being
polite.
"Oh, good! We can have tea."
Tea. It *would* be pleasant just to sit and talk some more. Gwen and I
seemed to be on the same wavelength, and sometimes I felt we could just
talk forever. I turned off the engine and followed her in.
"I *did* tell you that I rent out some rooms," she said as we approached
the porch. That's kind of interesting. I wondered what that would be
like. She *was* somewhat close to the university. A couple of graduate
students, or maybe an instructor or two?
The living room was nicely done, the furniture wasn't new or anything, but
the room felt comfortable and she had knickknacks around that, well, if not
like I'd choose, they were nice enough. A *man* walked into the living
room as soon as I'd gotten a look.
"Hi, Ms. Sanders," he said. Well, he was a boy, actually. I judged him to
be twenty or so. He looked happy to see Gwen, and stood there in front of
us.
"This is Jimmy," Gwen said to me, then turned to him: "Hi Jimmy, this is
Ms. Billings. We were shopping and she just stopped in for a little
while."
"Hi Ms. Billings," then clearly addressing both of us, he said "Come in the
kitchen: I'll make you tea."
"Why thank you, Jimmy," she answered. I must say I was a bit surprised:
this Jimmy seemed more polite and obliging than *anyone* I remembered
running across in a long time. We followed him through the living room.
"He *is* just a doll," said Gwen to me as we followed him, again evidently
reading my thoughts. He took us through a dining room and into the
kitchen. Gwen and I sat at a nice kitchen table and Jimmy started heating
water and getting out tea.
"We have Earl Gray, Constant Comment, and some flavored varieties," he
volunteered, holding a couple of boxes.
"Any preference?" Gwen asked.
They all sounded good to me, but naturally I had to say something:
"Constant Comment sounds good." I looked at Jimmy turning to work. He was
dressed in shorts and a tee shirt and was barefoot. Average height, but
looking fit and his face was nice. Kind of a hunk, really. Definitely an
undergraduate. *Gwen living with a hunky kid!*
Another man came in the back door. Well, a *boy*, if you want to call him
that. "Hi, Ms. Sanders," he said and Gwen ended up introducing him as
Billy before he sailed on by.
Gwen renting rooms to college boys! It was the last thing I would have
guessed: they seemed *real* nice and it was easy to imagine it would be
very pleasant if you got the right tenants, but still, it was amazing to
me. Then Jimmy was bringing the tea over.
"Need anything else?" he asked, standing there, like a waiter, for God's
sake.
"Thank you very much," I said.
"No, thank you Jimmy, that'll be all," Gwen added. Jimmy went out the back
door.
I looked at Gwen and I know my face was registering amusement. "Like my
boys?" she asked, obviously picking up on my thoughts.
"Are they the sons you never had?" I asked.
"Oh, they're just dolls, every one of them," she answered.
"How many do you rent to?" I found myself asking. I didn't want to be
nosey, but curiosity had caught me up.
"Nine right now," she answered.
"Nine!? Oh, I'm sorry," I said, feeling embarrassed at the way I'd blurted
out. She giggled.
"Like them? Wouldn't you want lots of 'em around?" She had a very sly
look on her face.
"Well, do you have much privacy?" I asked.
"Oh, we're like a big, happy family. I'd hate living in a big house like
this if it were all empty." She was right about that: the house was quite
generous.
"I'd think they'd be coming in and out all night: do they bring friends
over?"
"Well I have to say they're very nice to me: they're very considerate about
not being out too late or making too much noise. Want to see the rest of
the house?" I assented, and then followed her back toward the front hall.
"Their girlfriends are such *nice* girls: I don't mind having them over."
We'd reached the stairs and a boy was coming down. "Randy's girlfriend
Jenny is *really nice*, isn't she, Randy?"
"Yes Ma'am," he answered. He went on back toward the kitchen and we
started up the stairs. At the top was a hallway and several bedroom doors.
The hall had a nice, if old oriental carpet and an old chest and was quite
attractive.
"How do you keep things so neat with all these males around?" I ventured.
Yes, I'd had brothers.
"Oh, I told you, they are nice boys. Come see one of the bedrooms." We
peeked in the room: it had two beds in it and was in perfect order. I
heard footsteps behind us and glanced back to see a boy walking by dressed
only in underpants! He disappeared into the bathroom, glanced at us and
shut the door, but I stood there in shock, staring at the shut door.
"Oh, that was Stewart," said Gwen. "We're casual about dress here."
"I should say so!" I replied. Someone was coming up the stairs: it was
Randy.
"The boys don't mind if I see, do you, Randy?" The bathroom door opened
again, and Stewart walked back to his room, still in his underpants: briefs
in fact, and they certainly showed his bulge!
"No Ma'am, Ms. Sanders," Randy replied and he walked into the room we had
just peeked into.
"He *is* cute, isn't he?" she said to me, in a lower voice. We were just
looking at him through the door. He certainly was hunky: muscular looking
and a cute face. "Come here," she added, walking into Randy's room. I
just followed. Randy, who had been doing something at a desk in the corner
turned around and looked at us inquiringly.
"Randy, take off your shirt and show Ms. Billings your chest." I had to
catch myself to keep from gasping.
"Sure, Ms. Sanders," he said, and started pulling his tee-shirt off! I
just stood there watching, not believing what I was seeing. Soon he was
right in front of us, his bare chest exposed. She put her hand on it
softly, then looked at me, smiling.
"Nice, isn't it?"
"Uh, yuh," I kind of mumbled.
"Go ahead, touch it," she said. I didn't move a muscle, then she took my
hand and quickly put it on his chest. My heart was beating like it was
going to jump out of my own chest. It wasn't just that he was handsome, it
was just the *audacity* of the whole thing! "You have a nice chest, don't
you Randy?"
"Thank you, Ms. Sanders." He was so cheerful about it!
"You don't mind showing it off for me, do you?"
"No, Ms. Sanders." She sat on the bed that was behind us, and managed to
get me to do it, too.
"They're really nice about it: don't mind a bit," she added. "Take off
your shorts for Ms. Billings, Randy."
"Gwen!" I said, suddenly shocked. He started doing it, without a word.
"Oh, he doesn't mind," she answered. And there he was, standing in just
his underpants! I tried not to stare at the bulge. "Come here, Randy."
He approached closer. This was getting too wild. Then she reached up to
the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down to his knees! Then she
grinned at me. "He's got a nice penis too, doesn't he?"
"Gwen!"
"Oh, relax, he doesn't mind, do you Randy?"
"No, Ms. Sanders."
"He really is a nice boy," and she took his cock in fingers and lifted it!
I don't see penises that often, but it looked big to me, though not hard at
all.
She held it one way and another, then pushed his testicles sideways a
little with her other hand, letting them swing. "Here, see what it feels
like," she said.
"Gwen, no."
"Oh, come on," she said, and took my hand and put his cock in it. I stood
there, like a statue, with that boy's cock laying in my hand. "It's nice
and big, isn't it?" I didn't answer. "Oh, don't worry, the boys don't
mind, do you Randy?"
"No Ma'am."
It was weird. I ended up lifting it up and encircling it with my fingers.
The last thing I ever expected to be doing. "He does have a nice one. And
Jenny certainly agrees, doesn't she Randy?"
"I hope so, Ma'am."
There had been footsteps on the stairs and I'd quickly withdrawn my hands,
dropping his cock back to its normal position. "It's nice when it's erect,
too," added Gwen. And someone walked in the room!
It was Jimmy who had made us tea. He didn't react at all to us, just
walked over to his closet and got out some sneakers. "Show us how you make
it erect, Randy," Gwen went on!
"Yes, Ma'am," he responded, ever polite, and he put his hand around his
cock and started stroking it back and forth!
"And his *behind* is nice, too; turn around and show us, Randy."
"Yes, Ma'am," and he turned, still stroking his cock! She immediately had
her hands on his buns, cupping them. They *were* rather good looking.
Then she ran her finger up the crack of his rear, pressing in, then gave me
a knowing little smile.
"So how did you get such a cute little rear?" Gwen asked him.
"I don't know. Thank you Ma'am!" He was still stroking.
"OK, show us that hard penis!" He turned and she got him to stop when he
was sideways to us. It was somewhat erect, sticking out on an angle. She
smiled at me, then lightly touched the underside. It jumped a little.
Then she gave his rear a playful little pat.
"They all have cute rears, but I think Randy's is the best and I'll bet
Jenny agrees with me. Jimmy," she said turning toward Jimmy who was tying
his sneakers. "Come over here."
He jumped right up and came over: "yes Ma'am."
"Take off your clothes for Ms. Billings."
He didn't answer, but quickly pulled off his sneakers that he had just been
putting on as well as his shorts, tee-shirt, and underpants. "Jimmy has a
nice penis too," she said as soon as it was visible. He was standing right
next to Randy. "Make it hard for us, Jimmy."
"Yes, Ms. Sanders." He stroked it and I watched it grow.
"Randy, go get the K.Y. jelly," she said then. He was off out the door!
And back in a few seconds with a tube.
"This is *really* cute," Gwen said privately to me. Jimmy was still
stroking his cock which was getting harder and harder. She had the tube in
her hand and was opening it.
"OK, turn around, Randy, and keep your penis erect."
"Yes Ma'am," and he stood there, his buns to us, stroking himself. She
started putting the jelly in the crack of his rear! She pushed gobs of it
in!
Then she told Jimmy to stop stroking himself and she spread it over his
cock!
"OK, Randy, lean over the bed," and he leaned over it, resting on his
straight arms. "OK, Jimmy, put your penis in his rear."
"Yes, Ma'am," and he got behind Randy and started guiding his penis in.
"You see a cute rear like Randy's and you just *have* to see *this*, don't
you?" she said to me. That really wasn't what I would have thought of!
"Are they gay?" I asked. Duh.
"Do you like having the penis in your rear, Randy?" Gwen asked.
"No Ma'am."
"They're just nice boys. They really are obliging. And do you like
putting your penis in Randy's rear, Jimmy?"
"No, Ms. Sanders."
"So why do you do it, Jimmy?"
"For you, Ms. Sanders. I don't mind."
"Do you like girls, Jimmy?"
"Oh, yes, Ms. Sanders."
"Now come for me, Jimmy."
"Yes, Ms. Sanders." He started moving harder, and Gwen reached over and
started stroking Randy's partially hard cock.
"How does that feel, Randy?"
"It's OK, Ma'am."
"Does it hurt?"
"No, Ma'am."
"Does it make you feel filled up?" She still casually stroked his cock.
"Yes Ma'am."
"Do you want to come?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Why, Randy?"
"I... you made me hard, Ma'am."
"Well, we wouldn't want to mess up the bed, would we?"
"No, Ma'am." Suddenly, she leaned over and took his cock in her mouth!
She kept stroking him, and Jimmy kept pumping in. Soon, it looked to me
like they were both coming. Gwen just kept her head on his cock, and I
could see her swallowing. Then she sat up and looked at me, smiling.
Jimmy had withdrawn his cock, which was softer now.
"Did you like that, Randy?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"Even with the penis in you?"
"It was OK."
"OK, you two go to the bathroom and clean up," she said. They left and she
picked up their clothes and carefully laid them on the bed, and smoothed
the bed where he had been sitting. "Let's go see the rest of the house,"
she said, "and you have to stay for dinner."
"Uh, I don't know..."
"Oh, listen," she said. "You don't have to be embarrassed: they really
don't mind. You heard them say so."
"Gwen, this is weird."
"Come on, you took me shopping; I'm going to feed you."
"Uh..."
"Oh, come now. You watched them play for us; what's a little dinner? I'm
not going to let up until you agree!"
I was in a bind. Even though I'd stood there watching, it was too much: I
needed to get out. Randy and Jimmy came back into the room and started
dressing. "Boys, tell Ms. Billings she simply has to stay for dinner."
"OK, I'll stay!" I said, a little hasty. I don't know what made me
suddenly give in, but I felt nervous about continuing the conversation with
the boys. They were both dressed.
"Jimmy, are you going out?" Gwen asked. He'd put on his sneakers again.
"I was planning on it, but if you wish, I could stay."
"That's all right, Jimmy, run along. It's your class isn't it? I don't
want you boys to miss your classes!"
"Yes, Ms. Sanders," he answered and headed down the stairs.
"Oh, and Randy: could you show Ms. Billings the rest of the house? I'd
better check on our supper plans."
"Yes Ma'am."
"And Randy, I'd like you to do anything Ms. Billings wishes."
"Yes Ma'am."
Then she said to me in a low voice: "He licks wonderfully," and she was
gone. And I was left there alone with Randy, standing there.
"Do you want me to lick you?" asked Randy.
"Uh, no! I'd better be going," I answered, deciding I shouldn't have said
anything about staying.
"If you'd prefer, I can just show you the rest of the house," he said.
"No, that's OK," I said quickly, and started downstairs. Gwen was at the
bottom.
"Supper's about ready," she said, a bright smile on her face.
"Well, thanks for having me..." I started.
"Nonsense! You're staying for supper. And you've got to meet Jenny."
"Some other time. I have to..." But I didn't finish. The front door
opened, and in came two young women.
"Here they are now!" said Gwen. She was looking excited, like a child at
Christmas or something. I thought she'd clap her hands next. "This is
Jenny, and you must be Carla!" Jenny was attractive, with a thin face,
wavy (almost frizzy) brown hair reaching her shoulders, and a slender
build. The girl she guessed was Carla was black and similar to Jenny in
height and build. They were both in jeans and sleeveless tops and both
looked like very pleasant young women.
"Yes, Ms. Sanders," said Jenny.
"How do you do, Ms. Sanders?" added Carla.
"Why fine, thank you. You're such a lovely girl; Jenny has told us so much
about you." Carla looked a little surprised, but didn't say anymore. "And
this is my good friend, Ms. Billings," she added.
"Hello Ms. Billings, it's so nice to meet you," said Jenny.
"Yes..." added Carla, a little uncertainly. She looked a little confused.
"Well, the boys say dinner is ready!" chimed in Gwen again, "so let's get
it while it's hot." I found myself walking in with them.
The dining table was huge and I found myself sitting with a bunch of boys:
at least eight. At least three more were serving. I sat next to Carla.
Besides her and Jenny, there was one more girl, whose name was Brenda and
who had short blond hair and, well, a big chest.
Dinner was a feast, and was quite pleasant even if the conversation seemed
stilted. Gwen would say something, and whoever she was addressing would
say "Yes, Ms. Sanders" or "Yes Ma'am". Carla, sitting next to me mentioned
it.
"This is so strange," she said to me in a low voice. I looked at her
inquiringly. "The way they all talk," she added. "You're the only one who
seems sane. Jenny isn't usually this way."
I stumbled a little on what to respond, but finally came out with: "I know
what you mean: Gwen just invited me in, and I was leaving when you came."
"I think I'd like to go, but Jenny drove and I know she means to stay."
"I can drive you back: to school?"
"That would be great: I'm in Smith Dorm."
"Let's leave as soon as dinner is over."
"Oh, thanks! You're a life saver!"
We didn't talk anymore about it, but we caught each others' eye a bit when
Jenny or one of the others came out with a polite, but flat, robot-like
response.
After dinner, I was sitting in the living room. Carla had gone upstairs to
the bathroom, and after looking at a magazine for a while, I realized she'd
been up there a long time: twenty minutes or more! I looked around: a
couple of the boys were sitting in the room, studying. Earlier, I'd heard
the sounds of cleanup from dinner, but that had settled down. Everyone had
left me pretty much alone, which was fine, but I began to wonder about
Carla.
Finally, I wandered up the stairs. Once I reached the upstairs hall, I
realized that the bathroom door was wide open and the bathroom was empty!
I glanced around: the bedroom doors were also open and there was no one
around.
Except for one door: it looked like it might be a bedroom door. I didn't
hear anything so I quietly tapped on it.
"Carla?" I asked quietly. No answer. I cautiously opened the door.
Randy and Jenny were standing in there. "Oh, I'm sorry," I gulped, and
started to back out.
"No, wait!" Jenny responded, coming my way. And Randy was over in a flash
and grabbed my upper arm. Not really hard, but I didn't want to pull away.
"Come on in, Ms. Billings," added Jenny. I realized that her *no, wait*
had had more expression in her voice than anything she'd said so far, but
now her voice was that same flat politeness.
"Uh, have you seen Carla?" I asked.
"No, Ms. Billings," Jenny replied. She then proceeded to shut the door,
and then locked it with an old-fashioned key, and put the key in her
pocket!
I stared. As soon as she'd done that, Randy let go of me.
"You stay here with us, Ms. Billings," said Jenny, "Ms. Sanders told us to
entertain you." I stared at her but didn't say anything.
She approached Randy and looked up at his face for a moment. Then she
started unbuttoning his shirt. He just stood there, looking down at her
while she did it. When she had it unbuttoned and pulled out of his jeans,
she undid the front of his jeans, then untied his sneakers.
"Take off your shirt," she said to him. Once again, her voice didn't have
that flat politeness she'd been using before: she almost sounded *angry* at
him. He immediately took it off.
"And the tee-shirt." He did it. And she kept naming articles of clothing
and he kept taking them off until he was standing there, entirely naked.
Then she walked around him and gave his rear a hard slap. She looked at me
and giggled and said: "A cute boytoy, eh, Ms. Billings?" She had this sly
look. He just stood there, looking straight ahead.
"On your knees," she said. Her voice now actually sounded harsh. He was
immediately kneeling. She walked over to me and gave me a smile.
Something about her look made me nervous.
"OK, let's do it," she said, still looking right at me. Then suddenly she
was behind me, holding me. And then Randy was kneeling right in front of
me, undoing *my* pants!
Then he had them down and my underpants down and was licking me! I was
pulled into leaning against Jenny who had her arms tightly around me. Then
she was taking my blouse off!
Then he stopped! I realized I was completely naked, Jenny holding me
standing.
"OK, on the bed," she said. Immediately he lay on the bed, face down.
Jenny shifted to my side and walked me to the bed. We looked down at
Randy's back and rear. "Want to touch it?" asked Jenny, as we stood there.
I didn't say anything and we ended up just standing there. "OK, turn
over," she finally said and Randy turned himself over. His cock stood
straight up.
"Want to ride that thing?" Jenny whispered in my ear. I just stared at it.
Then she was at the night stand and came back with K.Y. Jelly and covered
his cock with it.
"OK, up on the bed," she told me. "Stand over him." She literally climbed
up to standing on it, pulling me up with her. She positioned us so we were
both straddling him, me standing right over his cock. She stood in front
of me, facing me, over his head. We just stood there and she took off her
clothes.
I stared at her body. "OK, down you go," she said, and started pressing
down on my shoulders. I murmured a *no* or something. I started getting
down on my knees: she was pressing harder and harder. "I'll bet it's been
a while," she said. Then I was kneeling, right over his cock. She took it
in her hand and held it straight up. "OK, do it," she said. When I didn't
move, she just sat there, waiting me out.
"It's waiting for you," she said in a whisper. She was kneeling over him,
facing me, still straddling his head. I lowered myself. I felt it touch.
She started feeling me, and positioned it. "Now, down!" she said, a little
louder than a whisper. It was touching me, ready to go in. I was scared
to do it but the feeling of it touching me like that was too much. She
smiled at me. She knew what it felt like. "Feels good, doesn't it?" she
said, proving the point.
"Yes!" I said, and started to lower myself. It was going in exactly right.
*Exactly right* isn't the word: it was driving me crazy!
"You are *very* patient," she said. "I'd be bouncing like crazy by this
time." Then she leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, hard. And pushed
me all the way down.
Then she broke the kiss. I was bouncing, getting it to go in and out. And
I realized that she'd finally lowered herself right on his face. I could
see that he was doing something, and she was suddenly not looking at me at
all, but up above my head.
Then suddenly, she seemed to 'come to', and gave me another sly grin, and
grabbed my breasts. She touched them and fingered my nipples. I still
bounced up and down on his cock. Then she leaned over and tried to get one
of my breasts in her mouth. She managed to lick it a couple of times.
Then she grabbed my head, stopping my bouncing, and pulled me into another
kiss. Her tongue was in my mouth. Then her lips were at my ear and she
whispered "Come, you little slut!" Then she was kneeling upright again,
but her fingers darted to my clitoris and started fiddling with it.
I couldn't take it. I bounced and bounced and came and came. I watched
her clamp her thighs harder over his face, and she got that far-away look
again, and I could tell she was coming too.
Then we were in a heap. The three of us on the bed. I found myself on one
side of Randy, with Jenny on the other. None of us moved.
I'd lain there a while and no one had moved. Then it was like I'd *come
to: I wondered how I'd allowed this all to happen! I got up and looked for
my clothes.
I couldn't find them! I would have sworn they'd have been right on the
floor.
I looked some more. The two of them, were still lying on the bed,
snuggling. I thought maybe they were both asleep.
I was in a panic. Where were my clothes? I found a bathrobe and put it
on. Then I looked in Jenny's jeans and found the key. I unlocked the door
and peeked out.
I didn't know what to do. I went out in the hall, no real plan having come
to mind. I explored the hall a bit more, and found that another door was
to a back staircase! I went down. It came out in a little hall next to
the kitchen. No one was in the kitchen, but another staircase to the
basement was there, and I heard talking down there. I quietly went down.
There were a bunch of them there. Carla was standing in the middle of the
room, naked, and one of the boys was kneeling in front of her, also naked,
his face right to her. Another naked boy was standing right behind her,
almost pushing her into the kneeling boy. She didn't look at me even
though she was generally facing my way: she just had this distant
expression.
Grace was down there too, sitting on a table watching them. She was
dressed in a blue one-piece swimsuit. She looked at me, and then hopped
off the table and walked over in her bare feet. "Isn't she doing nicely?"
she asked, standing next to me, facing Carla. I looked down at Grace's
hand. She was carrying a huge whip. And the basement: it had stone walls,
almost like a dungeon, but even more so: two of the other boys *and* the
other girl, Brenda, were all chained to the walls! They were naked,
chained flat, spread-eagled, facing the walls. I noticed that they were
all blindfolded.
"I think she's ready," Grace said. The kneeling boy stood up, and with the
boy who had been behind Carla, got on each side of her, and walked her to
another set of manacles on the wall. She just walked with them, seemingly
in a daze. When they got there, they started fastening her to the wall
like the others. Grace, who'd just watched them, started swinging the whip
around. "She'll do just fine," she said. I turned around and ran up the
stairs.
I reached the kitchen and still didn't know what to do. So I continued up.
The upstairs was deserted too, so I looked at the door that I'd come out
of. Randy and Jenny were probably still in there. I quietly opened it.
They'd been lying on the bed, but both immediately sat up: "You left," said
Jenny, sounding as if I were a complete traitor.
"I.. need my clothes," I said.
She stood up, but she came over and pulled on my arm. "Come back here,"
she said. I don't know why: I was so shaken, and she seemed so much saner
than I felt. I just followed her lead.
She took me back to the bed. Soon I found myself lying between them. And
naked again. She turned out the light by the bed and the room was dark.
In the dark, she pressed her body against mine and kissed me. And I found
myself on my side, sandwiched between them. I felt his cock slip into me
from behind. Afterwards, she turned around, and the three of us spooned.
It was light and I awoke to find them sleeping soundly. I looked again for
my clothes and found nothing. I settled on the bathrobe and slipped out,
leaving them still sleeping.
In the kitchen, a couple of the boys were busy at the stove. Gwen was
there, and so was Carla. "Good morning: breakfast will be ready soon,"
said Gwen. "Do you want coffee?"
I spoke to Gwen in a low voice: "Gwen, I have to go. I can't find my
clothes."
"Nonsense! Not before breakfast! Say good morning to Ms. Billings,
Carla."
"Good morning, Ms. Billings." She had that flat, polite look and voice.
And she was dressed in a very short nightgown with matching panties.
"She's doing very nicely, isn't she?" said Gwen. "And she's so cute. Show
her your breasts Carla."
She lifted her nightgown to above her chest. I stared. Gwen reached over
and started fingering and pushing around one of her nipples. Then the
other. I stared as they grew hard. "Do you like this, Carla?" she asked.
"I don't mind, Ms. Sanders," she answered. Gwen looked at me and grinned.
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House
by deirdre
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