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WARNING: Explicit sexual material below; do not read if it's illegal for you to
view adult content where you live. The following is a work of fiction; any
similarities between actual persons and/or events is entirely coincidental. And
finally, the author does not condone the acts portrayed in this story. As a
work of fantasy, it may be interesting to read, but if he were to find it in a
newspaper he would be sickened and appalled. 
**
Author's Note: Full permission is granted for this story to be distributed, as
long as the text is unmodified, the above warning remains, and my e-mail
address (Cheqrosk01@aol.com) appears somewhere in the document. 
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(young, non-consensual, mind control, drugs, m/f)

My Brother, My Master
Part Two: The Beginning
by S. Bockman

	The night passed in fevered dreams.
	I dreamed that I were alone and starving; that people were laughing at me;
that there was nothing I could do. I awoke several times throughout the night
crying, but it wasn't until about ten ‘o clock that I awoke for good.
	I got up to take a shower, gathering my clothes and such as I marched down the
hallway to the bathroom. My brother's door was open as I passed it, and he
called to me, "Hey sis!"
	I stopped and turned, smiling at him. He was laying on his bed, reading a
book. Obviously he had been awake for some time; I thought it strange that he
was still home. "Yes?" I asked.
	"Mom called. She said that her and dad have decided to stay an extra two days
in the city. I guess they're gonna catch some show or something. She wants you
to page her later," he said.
	"Oh," I replied. "Figures. So they won't be home until Tuesday, now?"
	"I guess not," he said. "Who cares? Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to
drink again tonight. I'll be going to the store later, and I don't have any
plans for the evening."
	I pondered that. Usually, after I get really drunk I have no urge to do so
again any time soon. But although I must have drank enough to totally black out
the previous night's events, I still wanted to. "Sure," I said. "Can't go
anywhere anyway. Hey, do you think it'd be okay if I invited Carol to spend the
night?"
	He frowned. "That's probably not a good idea, sis. They still don't trust you
at all from the last time they left... you shouldn't risk it."
	"Hm," I mused. "Fine. Oh well. I'm going out with Carol and Rich this
afternoon. I'll see you later."
	He nodded as I walked away. That sucked, I thought. It would have been cool if
Carol could spend the night. My weekend was ruined socially with my parents out
of town and their rule about me not staying out past eleven when they were. But
I didn't want to piss off Steve. After all, I would rather get drunk then stay
up late with a friend.
	I entered the bathroom and started the water in the tub until I got it to the
perfect temperature. Then I undressed. Looking at myself in the mirror naked
had a strange effect on me. I was suddenly horny; not at seeing my own
nakedness but at the feel of being unclothed. A flood of lewd thoughts entered
my head, and I didn't know why. 
	I got into the shower and enjoyed bathing myself under the steaming hot water,
running my hands over my ample breasts and shampooing my vagina liberally.
Suddenly I began to regret my last date with Rich. He had tried going further
that I'd ever gone before; that is rather than finger me he had taken out his
cock and had asked if he could fuck me. At the time I was completely turned
off. I don't know why, but instead of letting him I went home totally
unsatisfied. At the age of seventeen I was the only one of my friends still a
virgin, and as I stood under the shower completely naked and horny I couldn't
think of a single good reason why.
	Getting out of the shower I began to dry myself when a certainty occurred to
me: I would need to get some kind of relief before I went out with my friends.
Drying quickly now, I threw on my bathrobe and headed to my bedroom.
	I disrobed upon entering the room, barely leaving enough time for the door to
close behind me. I ran to my bed and lay down upon it, then opened the drawer
of my night stand and pulled out a porno magazine I had stolen from my dad
months before. 
	This was something I could never share with anyone else, not even my closest
friends. That is, my fascination with pornography. Girls aren't usually like
that, I knew. But for the last couple years I had gotten used to reading mags
or downloading things off the Internet in order to get off, which I did at
least twice a week.
	I slid my hand between my legs as I began to read. I was completely worked up
now, and couldn't help myself from moaning as I neared an incredible climax. I
was in heaven! The feeling of my own hand between my legs, my finger running up
and down my wet slit and pressing into the folds of my pussy now and then was
getting me off more than I could ever remember before. It was a pleasant
surprise; usually it took awhile before I got this worked up!	
	I had to suppress a cry of pleasure as I quickly built towards orgasm. I felt
it coming and loved it; I even stopped reading the magazine and instead closed
my eyes and pretended it was Rich's prick between my legs, not my finger. But
then, just as I was about to cum, the here thereto incredible build up
plateaued. 
	I worked my hand harder, faster, paying careful attention on my clitty and
jamming two fingers at once up my cunt. The slopping sounds emanating from
between my legs grew louder as I pounded away, intent on achieving orgasm.
Faster and faster, harder and harder, I worked, trying to reach a climax I knew
I needed but was suddenly unsure I could attain.
	Growing frustrated I opened my eyes and went back to the magazine, hoping that
would be the catalyst I needed. When that didn't work I dropped it all together
and used the now free hand to massage and pull on my incredibly sensitive
breasts, hoping that would do the trick. It didn't.
	Suddenly I realized I was beginning to dry up. "No!" I said aloud in
frustration. Trembling now, I proceeded to work slowly again in a rhythmic
motion. Sliding my middle finger into my cunny hole, then pulling out, using my
thumb to massage my clitty at the same time. For a moment it seemed to be
working as the familiar wave of carnal pleasure swept over my body, but when my
pussy remained dry I realized it was over.
	I lay limp on my bed, breathing heavily and sweating from the exertion of the
whole ordeal. I couldn't believe it! I was completely confused... such a thing
had never happened to me before! Why couldn't I cum? My body tingled in
frustration; my nipples especially, begging me to pull on them even though I
was now certain it wouldn't help anything.
	Finally I stood up and got dressed. I knew I would be in a pissy mood all day
now. I was already beginning to feel irritated and emotional. "Damn," I
whispered after I was dressed, placing my hand on my crotch and rubbing it
slowly. "What the hell happened?"
	I went downstairs and made a quick lunch. There was a note on the fridge from
Steve reminding me to page my mom, so I did. She called back right away and
gave me some bullcrap about how they had gotten tickets to a show they'd always
wanted to see and they couldn't pass it up. I was a real bitch to her but she
didn't care, of course. Finally we said our goodbyes.
	There was a knock at the front door. I went to it and looked out the window
and saw Rich standing there. Suddenly a tingling returned to my pussy region
and a smile to my lips. I opened the door.
	"Hi!" I cried enthusiastically. I leaned forward and embraced my friend turned
kind-of boyfriend as he staggered in surprise.
	I could tell he was uncomfortable to be there. He had obviously feared that I
wouldn't want to see him after our previous date where he had acted like such a
jerk. Little did he realize that the more I looked at him, in my worked up
state, the hornier I grew.
	"Hey," he said sheepishly. He stuck his hands in his pockets and gave me a
look of sadness mixed with joy. He was wearing a tight white t-shirt through
which I could make out his well developed form; he was on the wrestling team
and kept in great shape. I licked my lips as I remembered the size of the large
penis that was between his legs.
	"Come in," I smiled. I was wearing a tight t-shirt as well, with a Sailor Moon
cartoon drawn upon it. I thrust my chest out as he walked in so he couldn't
help but see my large firm breasts poking through the thin cotton. 
	"Where's everybody?" he wondered aloud as he entered the foyer.
	"My parents are in Chicago," I said. "Started out as business but now they're
gonna stay to see some stupid show. Steve's gone out somewhere, probably with
Dan."
	"Ah," he nodded. "Well, Carol said she'd be by soon. Probably got caught up
with Chris... he might be coming, too."
	"Oh," I said. I didn't really like Chris but he and Carol had been seeing each
other for nearly a year now, so I was growing used to him. "She's gonna meet us
here?"
	"Yeah," he replied. "In about an hour. I'm thinking we'll probably all pile up
in my car then for the trip to the Beanery. No point in us all driving."
	I smiled as a thought occurred to me. "So," I began. "Why are you here so
early?"
	He stopped pacing and looked at me with a look of shame on his face. "I needed
to talk to you." He came closer to me and I gasped softly as he took my hand.
Just the feeling of his hand touching mine was incredible; after not being able
to reach an orgasm earlier my whole body was charged up and really sensitive.
	"I'm sorry," he said. "I was acting like a jerk the other night. I..."
	I hugged him, pressing my tits against his muscular chest deliberately. "It's
okay," I whispered. 
	As we stood there in our embrace a chill ran up my spine as I realized what I
may be able to do. I slowly slid one of my hands down the length of his back to
his ass and gently squeezed it. "Have I ever shown you my room?" came the words
from my lips. I was looking up at him with my big blue eyes and he could
obviously see the passion behind them now. My short red hair hung in my face,
framing my baby-like features, and suddenly I could feel a bulge grow in his
pants as realization dawned on him.
	"Um, no, I don't think so," he stammered. 
	Smiling again I took his hand and led him up the stairs. We walked down the
hallway together, me leading him, both of us in silence. Finally we reached my
room.
	We entered and I quickly closed the door. He pretended to actually be
interested in the room as he said, "Nice."
	"Know what else is nice?" I breathed. Suddenly we were kissing passionately,
each of us running our hands up and down each other's backs. I was so horny now
I felt I could cum right there in his arms as we kissed, and I almost wanted
to, but the thought of doing more with him outweighed that urge and so I
continued in our embrace.
	The thoughts going through my head were alien to me. Wait, strike that. They
were alien for me in this situation. I had never had such lewd thoughts and
desires while actually in the act of passion. Usually those thoughts were
reserved for when I was masturbating... chalking it up to my inability to
attain orgasm earlier, I let it go and reveled in my lust for the moment.
	Before too long I had pulled Rich's shirt off and soon after he had mine off,
too. I saw the lust in his eyes as he looked upon my young, tight little body.
I was in great shape after all, and my shapely curves enticed him as he began
to fumble with my bra strap as we continued kissing.
	Finally my bra fell off and he again broke our embrace to admire my body. My
hands rested on his hips as I smiled up at his face. His eyes were wide and
mouth partly open as he drooled over my large, perky tits. His hands nervously
began to touch them, and a gasp escaped my lips when I felt his fingers make
contact with my flesh. 
	He began kissing me earnestly again, leading me backwards to my bed. I sat
upon it and lay back as he laid upon me, pressing his crotch against mine. The
feeling of his hard member pressing against my pussy, although clothed, caused
me to nearly bite his lip in pleasure. He pulled away from me with a look of
puzzlement on his face and said, "You like that, don't you?"
	I didn't answer. Instead, I pulled him roughly to me and pushed my crotch
against his, delighting in the sensation of his cock against my pussy. I was
humping against him now in rapid motions, knowing I might cum like that,
although a part of me wanted to wait for more.
	He wanted more, too. He stepped back from me, standing and looking at me, my
ass hanging over the side of the bed and my legs spread wide. He kept his eyes
on my body as he unzipped his pants and pushed them down around his ankles
along with his underwear. His large cock sprang up from between his legs, hard
as a rock. 
	Without thinking I unzipped my tight jeans as well and pushed them down,
kicking them off to the floor. Only my panties remained. He smiled and walked
to me, holding his prick in his hands as he readied to fuck me.
	That's when it hit me: he was going to fuck me! I had been so caught up in the
heat of the moment I hadn't stopped to realize the logical outcome of all this.
As I pondered I felt his hand on my sopping wet cunt, massaging it lightly as I
moaned in pleasure. All I wanted was to feel his enormous organ inside me, I
knew with a certainty I couldn't really understand.
	But at the same time I knew I couldn't let it happen. "Stop," I moaned. He
didn't, and I didn't argue anymore, as he pulled my panties off me and knelt
down between my legs. I sat up and watched him begin to press his thumb into my
cunt, and I gasped at the sensation. "Oh!" I cried. 
	"Still want me to stop?" he asked, looking up at me. His naked frame coupled
by the sight of his thumb buried in the light red fur between my legs turned me
on beyond words. 
	"N–no," I muttered as he withdrew his thumb and instead placed his index
finger there, pressing it slowly into my tight hole.
	"We– we can't have sex," I breathed, nearing towards orgasm but knowing I had
to say it before he decided to replace his finger with his member.
	I felt his finger stop moving inside me, and I nearly cried out in
disappointment. "Why?" he asked, a little angered.
	"I– I just can't," I said. Truth was, I didn't know why. I wanted a release
from this pent-up frustration as much as he, but I just couldn't allow us to
have sex. 
	He was silent a long moment, then said, "Fine." 
	He stood up and pulled on his underwear. "Where are you going!" I cried.
	"Downstairs to have a cigarette," he said shortly. Turning his back on me he
scoured the floor for his jeans.
	"No, don't," I said. I stood up and put my arms around him, instinctively
pressing my sopping wet pussy against his leg. "Don't leave like this!"
	"You're such a fucking tease, Karen!" he yelled, spinning around to face me.
His face held so much anger I was afraid for a brief moment, but then a look of
understanding replaced it. "Look, if we're not going to have sex there's no
sense of us continuing."
	My mouth opened and closed, my eyes beginning to water in disappointment. I
wanted to tell him so bad that yes, I did want to fuck him! Take me right now!
I cried out in my mind. But then, instead, an unthinkable alternative occurred
to me. 
	I suddenly smiled, and he seemed to take offense at it until he felt my cool,
small hands pulling off his underwear and sliding them to the floor as I
dropped to my knees. I was still looking up at him and he down to me. He said,
"Karen, I don't–"
	"Shh," I whispered. "I want to."
	I had always hated the idea of blowjobs, and had made that clear to everyone
whenever the subject came up. Sure, I liked reading about them and seeing them
in porno movies or downloaded pictures from the Internet, but the thought of
actually taking a penis into my mouth and sucking on it usually made me sick to
my stomach. Rich knew this, and had never asked me to do it before. He knew I
had never done it, wouldn't do it, and he never let it bother him.
	But now I was face to face with his cock, and I knew what I had to do. Opening
my mouth I placed my small hand around his twitching prick and led it slowly
forward. It entered my wet mouth slowly as I ran my tongue over it. I had to
keep my jaw open as wide as possible just to fit his head into me, but the
sound of him gasping told me he was enjoying it.
	He placed his hands gently on my shoulders, and I could feel his legs shaking
as I led his swollen prick in and out of my mouth slowly, slowly. I ran my
tongue over it at a varying pace, just as I'd seen in the pornos I'd watched. I
knew I was doing a could job as he began to moan above me. 
	"Oh Karen," he breathed. I picked up the pace now, taking his shaft as far
down my throat as I could. He loved this but I nearly choked, but I loved it
too so I kept it up. I moaned in pleasure through the penis in my mouth; I was
actually enjoying this! I loved sucking on his penis, it felt so great, so
dirty, so wrong! And it was that, I think, that turned me on the most. The
wrongness of what I was doing. The fact that I had always been against such
wicked, perverted acts before. 
	"I'm gonna cum I'm gonna... Karen... oh..." he moaned. Unsure what to do at
this point I returned to just sucking on the head of his shaft. My tongue
twirled around it, my wet lips going over it as I pulled it out slowly like a
popsicle, then pressing it back in. 
	It was on one of these inward strokes that I heard him grunt above me and his
hands tightened on my shoulders. For a brief moment I knew I had to stop or
taste his cum in my mouth, but then I knew I wanted to. I wanted to.
	And then he erupted, a flood of cum filling my mouth and spilling down over my
cheeks. I swallowed it greedily, not necessarily liking the taste but enjoying
the texture, the knowledge of what I was doing. I sucked down as much as I
could until finally his penis lay limp inside my mouth, and I stopped.
	"Wow," I heard him say. I wiped my cheek off with the back of my hand and
smiled up at him. 
	I stood up and he sat down, on the bed, regaining composure. I sat next to him
and hugged him, then said, "Don't worry, I won't ask you to kiss me!"
	He laughed, and hugged me back. I was still horny, I realized, and I needed to
cum. So, without any preamble I took his hand and placed it on my crotch,
spreading my legs and laying back.
	He worked at me furiously, trying desperately to return the favor I had given
him. And although I enjoyed it immensely and finally achieved the orgasm that
had alluded me earlier in this very same bed, I felt somehow empty. With a
dread certainty I knew why: I had enjoyed sucking him off so much, I knew I
would want to do it again. And getting fingered wasn't going to satisfy me
anymore like it used to. Next time I would need to be fucked.

*****

	Shortly after I came Carol finally arrived with Chris. As Rich dressed in my
room I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth before dressing as well and
going downstairs to greet my friend. She was looking at me curiously and I knew
why: she had seen Rich come downstairs shortly after I did, and with were both
looking a little disheveled.
	We went out to our favorite coffee shop together that night, and stayed there
until about ten thirty when I had to leave. It was boring, and I couldn't
really enjoy myself anyway. I was preoccupied with what had happened earlier
and what it meant. 
	Sure, I had always been fascinated with pornography. And I probably
masturbated more than the average girl, too. But I had always prided myself on
not being a slut. I was still a virgin, I hardly dated, and when I did I never
went too far. And even when I did go far (a handjob) I never really enjoyed it
a lot. It was like a chore; I knew I had to do it so I did. I never wanted to
become like the girls I loved to read about, the slutty girls who actually
enjoyed sucking men off and getting fucked and all other sorts of perverted
things.
	But tonight I had enjoyed it, and I wanted more.
	Rich and I had driven separately after all since Chris and Carol had wanted to
stay out later. So when he dropped me off at eleven I had hugged him and kissed
him, and told him to call me in the morning. He kissed me back and assured me
he would, then watched me go as I walked up to my house.
	Steve's car was in the driveway, reminding me about how he wanted to drink
tonight. I wasn't in the mood anymore, and I debated whether or not I should.
	I entered the house. He was sitting in the living room watching the news, and
he said, "Hey, sis. Do you like beer?"
	"Yeah," I said. I walked in and sat down with him, closing my eyes as I
considered what to do.
	"Something wrong?" he asked.
	"No," I replied, a little annoyed. "Nothing. I just don't know if I want to
drink tonight."
	He smiled. "Drink this," he said, tossing me a beer.
	Without thinking I opened it and began slamming it down. When it was done I
realized what I had done and no longer cared about drinking. I had already
started, why stop now? "Can I have another?" I asked.
	"Better wait till mom calls," he said.
	"Yeah, good idea," I replied. We watched the rest of the news show and then
the beginning of Saturday Night Live when the phone rang. It was mom, checking
up on me. We chatted for a moment then said good-bye, and I smiled at my
brother as he tossed me another beer.
	I was beginning to relax, and I felt a lot better as I nursed this beer more
slowly. "What'd you do today?" I asked.
	"Made a movie," he said.
	"What?"
	"Nothing. Just tested out my new camcorder... nothing serious. What'd you do?"
	"Argh," I groaned. "Nothing. Went out with Rich and Carol and Chris to the
Beanery."
	"Mm, now is this the same Rich you're dating?" he asked.
	I laughed. "Kind of," I said.
	He smiled and was silent for a long moment. Then he said, "Hey sis, try this.
It's really good."
	He handed me a plane looking bottle and I sniffed it, then took a long sip
without thinking about it. 
	Suddenly there was total recall. My eyes widened as I remembered all of the
previous night's events, what it was that I held in my hand, and what it would
do to me. "Steve!" I cried, not knowing what to say.
	He was laughing. "I heard you fingering yourself this morning, sis. What,
couldn't get off?"
	"Steve," I implored.
	"What?" he asked.
	"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" I felt tears welling up in my eyes but
knew they wouldn't come.
	"Why not? Hey, sis, me and you are going to have a lot of fun together. I'm
going to let you do the things you've only ever dreamed of before. You're going
to have a great time. But for now, tell me: what did you and Rich do today?" He
was grinning from ear to ear as he sipped on his beer and leaned back to listen
to my story.
	Without a choice I related the whole thing to him, from my horniness in the
morning to my act of oral sex upon Rich later. He nodded the whole time, and
when I was done he said, "Cool. So, did you like sucking him off?"
	"Oh yes!" I responded. I tried with every fiber of my being to resist telling
him how much I had enjoyed it, but could not. "It was so great. I loved it... I
thought I'd hate it but it turned me on more than anything I'd ever done
before!"
	He was nodding. "That's cool. Well, I'll tell you what: for the next week
you're going to love it even more. In fact, it's all you'll be able to think
about whenever you're with a guy your age or older. You'll think about the
feeling of his cock in your mouth, his cum shooting down your throat, and
you'll want to do it again so bad you'll look for every opportunity to. Sound
good?"
	"Yes," I confessed. My lower lip trembled as I realized what this would mean.
"Steve, please," I said. "You can't do this to me!"
	"Shut up. Now, let me think... oh yes. You were telling me last night about
your fantasies with your friend Carol. Tell me, did you get turned on today
when you saw her?"
	"No more than usual," I said. I gasped at my own words, realizing they were
true. I knew she turned me on, of course, had for some time. But the
realization that she always had and always did... it shocked me.
	He laughed. "This is better than therapy, sis! You're gonna find out a lot
about yourself you'd never realized before!" He slammed his beer then looked at
me. He had a strange look in his eye.
	"Take off your shirt," he ordered.
	As I did what I was told I suddenly realized what he could do to me if he
wanted. I was trembling again. I thought I knew my brother! How could he do
this to me!
	"You're sick," I whispered to him.
	"What?" He grew serious. "Why?"
	"Wanting to see your own sister with her shirt off. That's sick!"
	"Shut up," he said. "What's so sick about it? You're hot, sis. You know it,
that's why you wear those tight little t-shirts and all. What, you never
thought I'd noticed before?"
	"I've seen you notice," I admitted. "But there's a difference between admiring
my body from afar as a brother, and wanting to see it up close. That's wrong."
	"Whatever. Now," he said, "have another beer."
	I did as I was told, and when I was done I knew I was going to be drunk.
"Okay," he said finally. "Here's what you're going to do. You're going to begin
fantasying about Carol all the time, that is when you're not fantasying about
sucking a guy off. You'll dream about her, and masturbate about her. And when
you think of her between your legs when you masturbate, only then will you be
able to cum from that. Okay?"
	"Yes," I said. I was ashamed to admit to myself that I was actually pleased I
would be able to masturbate to orgasm again.	
	"Tomorrow night, since mom and dad are going to be out of town still, you'll
invite Carol to spend the night. There's no school for you Monday, so I'm sure
it'll be okay. And then you'll get her drunk and try to seduce her; you're
going to want her so bad, you'll do anything to have her, even take advantage
of her when she gets drunk, even if you have to stay sober in order to do it.
And you'll do it all on your bed, and I'll tell you why.
	"I've set up my camera in your closet. Unfortunately it wasn't there when you
and Rich went at it earlier, but it's there now. Tomorrow night when Carol gets
over and you two begin to drink, you're to wait for the first time she goes to
the bathroom, then open the closet and turn the camera on. You'll do all this
in a trance of course, and you won't remember it at all once the closet door is
closed again. Also, you won't open the closet at any other time, either."
	I only looked at him in disbelief. He said, "Tell me the truth. Aren't you the
least bit excited about this?"
	My lip trembled and my eyes welled up in tears as I finally forced myself to
nod.
	He smiled. "I knew it. Take off your bra."
	I did. He smiled as he cracked open another beer and looked at me. "The pants,
too. Take it all off. And enjoy it. You enjoy displaying yourself to your
brother."
	I did as I was told, and found myself actually enjoying it. "You want me," he
said. It was not a question.
	And suddenly I did. It was dirty and wrong and I knew it was all thanks to
this damned drug he had given me, but I wanted him so bad. Sitting before him
completely naked, all I could think of was him and I, together, me sucking him
off, or straddling him with his cock buried deep inside me. My earlier thoughts
of disgust had vanished and I wanted him more than anything, right then.
	He was smiling. "Horny?" he asked.
	"Yes," I breathed. 
	"Good," he said, finishing another beer. He seemed to consider something for a
moment, then shook his head. "Not yet," I heard him mutter.
	And then: "We're done for the night. Get dressed."
	I did as I was told, but was disappointed at the same time. 
	"Okay, remember your orders. You'll carry them all out. Got it?"
	"Yes," I said.
	"Solo alpha beta," he said.
	Everything went blank and the last thing I remembered was my brother telling
me to try some weird liquor in a bottle. "What?" I said aloud.
	"What?" he asked.
	I felt disoriented. "Where's that bottle?"
	"Oh," he said. "Um, here. Did you like it?"
	"I can't remember. Let me try it again," I said.
	"No, that's okay. Have another beer."
	I did.

END OF PART TWO.
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feedback! So feel free to write me anytime at CHEQROSK01@AOL.COM. All
complements and criticisms are welcome. Also, if you're missing any of the
seven parts of this story, let me know and I'll send it right out to you.
Thanks very much for reading!


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