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Doing Debbie
by Kathy S. (kathyseroticstories@yahoo.co.uk)

***

Debbie a naive fifteen year old girl, who upon leaving 
school finds work in a department store. But because of 
her innocence, her department manager takes advantage 
of her. Susan, her friend, takes her out one evening 
and Debbie loses her virginity during a gangbang. As a 
result Debbie is made aware of the pleasures of sex, 
and becomes hooked. (M+/f-teen, nc, 1st, orgy, gb)
 
***

This is the true story of Debbie; the setting of the 
story is 1957 in Birmingham, England, during those wild 
days of rock and roll. Debbie was a shy girl of 
fifteen, she had recently left school and taken a job 
in Lewis's department store, working in the women's 
lingerie department which was situated next to the 
music section. 

Debbie longed to be moved to this section; she had a 
fascination for rock and roll and often fantasized 
about the performers; she was always going missing from 
her post, Mr. Ripley, the balding, pot bellied fifty 
something year old floor manager, always knew where to 
find her; hanging round the music section tapping her 
feet to the beat.

Debbie was the daughter of very strict parents; her 
father was a Minister of the Church, while her mother 
taught at Sunday school. Debbie had just a few friends, 
none of them particularly close; she had no boy 
friends, but often wished she had whenever she saw 
friends with boys. The same as today, youngsters in the 
1950s went around in groups, or gangs as they were 
often called; Debbie was always on the fringe of her 
particular group of friends, and so boys found her 
shyness a bit off putting.

Being fairly tall, "Around 5ft 9in," slim and with long 
wavy blond hair she looked statuesque, although not 
exactly beautiful, she was an extremely pretty girl 
with sky blue eyes and perfectly shaped full lips. Her 
breasts were smallish and firm, tipped with pretty 
little pink nipples that would grow hard as she 
listened to her music. Mr. Ripley would often stare as 
her tits pressed against her thin nylon blouse, even 
with her bra the nipples still made little points under 
the blouse.

Debbie was a very naïve girl and knew absolutely 
nothing about sex; although the subject was touched 
upon in school lessons, it still remained taboo. 
Debbie's parents would have found it an impossible 
subject to speak about with her; most youngsters in 
those days learned about sex from older brothers and 
sisters, or from trial and error during furtive groping 
in the back seats of the cinema.

Debbie's introduction to sex came rapidly over the 
course of a week or so. One afternoon Mr. Ripley went 
looking for her, he knew exactly where she would be, 
the music section, Debbie was in one of the booths 
listening to an Elvis song through the earphones, Mr. 
Ripley opened the door behind her and sliding his arm 
around her back he brought his hand up to her right 
tit. 

She was so engrossed in the music that she didn't even 
feel it until he began to squeeze and massage the tit; 
startled; she turned to him her face reddening with 
embarrassment, "I-I'm sorry sir, I-I wont do it again!" 
Debbie actually apologized to him, although she knew he 
was feeling her tit; she thought that being away from 
her work station was more important.

Ripley told her to accompany him to his office; she was 
terrified she would be sacked; what would her parents 
say if she lost her job; she knew they would be really 
angry with her. Once they were out of the public view 
of the store Ripley slipped his arm around Debbie again 
as they walked down the long corridor to his office; 
once again his hand was squeezing and rubbing her tit; 
all Debbie said was, "Please don't give me the sack 
sir!"

Once inside the office Ripley locked the door, "Now; 
what are we going to do with you young lady?" He saw 
the fearful look in her eyes, "I'm sorry sir; please 
don't sack me; I wont leave my post again, I promise!" 
With his hand still cupping her tit, he looked at her 
thoughtfully, "How many more promises are you going to 
make; then break?" She began to sob. Ripley pulled her 
to him, his arms around her holding her tightly to him; 
her small breasts squashed against his chest; something 
hard was pressing into her lower tummy.
Ripley was kissing the top of her head; her face; his 
lips brushed against hers, then lingered longer in a 
full blown kiss. Debbie felt fear; apprehension; this 
was her first ever kiss.

Ripley had moved away from her now and was sitting on 
the edge of his desk; she could hear him speaking to 
her but had no idea what he was saying; she caught a 
few of his words, "Sack you; do me a favour; music 
section!" The words were unmeaning full to her as they 
seemed to be jumbled up, "Debbie; Debbie come here to 
me?" She took the couple of steps and stood before him; 
her eyes were blank; unseeing. He took her hand and 
wrapped it around something very hot, and very hard; 
keeping hold of her hand, he gently began to slide it 
back and forth along the length of his dick. 

"You do it; do it Debbie; rub my cock?" Looking down 
she was mesmerized; to see Ripley's big thick penis in 
her hand. She noticed the pre-cum oozing from the tip, 
making her hand slide easily along the big cock, 
"Harder; d...o it harder; faster; m-make it come for 
me!" She watched amazed as thick streams of whitish 
slime spurted from the end of the prick, large gobs of 
it landing on her blouse and arm, "Aaagh... o... eee; 
pull it faster; get all the spunk out!"

Debbie was still pulling on Ripley's cock after it had 
gone soft; she couldn't stop herself, and her eyes were 
glued to it as it began to shrink, "Stop Debbie; that's 
enough; your making my dick sore!" She removed her hand 
and rubbed her fingers together; marvelling at the 
stickiness of the slimy goo covering them. She looked 
up at Mr. Ripley when she heard his voice, "Here take 
this; clean yourself up; wipe that mess off your 
blouse!" 

Taking the handkerchief he was offering, she dabbed at 
the sperm on her clothes and arm, "Don't you tell 
anyone about this Debbie; it's our little secret; if 
anyone finds out I will have to sack you!" She looked 
at him; he saw the fear in her eyes. Triumphantly, he 
said, "If you do little favours for me sometimes you 
can keep your job; I might even let you work in the 
record department!" 

Leaving the office, Debbie made her way to the washroom 
to clean up. Her mind was racing, "What did I just do; 
did I really play with Mr. Ripley's thing?" she asked 
herself. "At least he hasn't sacked me; he even said he 
might let me work in the music department, and all he 
wants is his dick wanked sometimes!"

"Debbie actually told me that after mulling it around 
in her head, she thought she had enjoyed her first ever 
sexual experience!"

Susan, one of Debbie's friends from school, and who 
also worked at Lewis's was talking to her in the staff 
canteen at lunchtime a couple of days later! "And then 
he put his hand up my skirt and inside the leg of my 
draws, he stuck his finger inside my fanny and pushed 
it in and out!" Susan was a bit smaller than Debbie, 
with hazel eyes and long straight auburn hair she was 
quite a looker. Susan's breasts were much larger than 
Debbie's and her bottom was plump but firm; she had 
what is commonly known as an hour glass figure. 

Susan was describing the events what happened the night 
before, when she had spent time at her sixteen year old 
boyfriend's house while his parents were at the cinema. 
"He got his cock out and asked me to rub it and suck 
it; it was as hard as iron!" 

Debbie listened intently, "Did you; you know; I mean 
did you suck it for him?" Laughingly Susan replied, "No 
way; last time I did it he came in my mouth; it was 
horrible and tasted awful; it took ages to get the 
salty taste out of my mouth!" Debbie sat listening to 
Susan's graphic description, wandering what it would be 
like for her if she ever sucked a man's cock. "What if 
Mr. Ripley asked her to suck his?" She shivered at the 
thought; he was an old man, much older than her father. 
"I hope he doesn't ask me!" 

"Ask you what; what are you on about?" Susan was 
looking at her strangely, "Oh nothing; nothing at all; 
I was just thinking out loud!" Her face flushed, Debbie 
changed the subject, "Go on, tell me what he did to you 
next; did he want to do it to you?"

Susan forgot about Debbie's comment, she quickly 
continued with the story of the previous night's 
shenanigans with her boyfriend, "I played with it for a 
while and he took my knickers off; I was lying on the 
settee and he got on top of me; he was trying to push 
it in me but couldn't find my hole; he told me to do it 
for him. I held his prick at the opening to my vagina 
and he pushed it right inside!" Debbie had been 
listening with bated breath, "Did it hurt; oh god it 
must have been really painful?" her friend laughed, and 
bragged, "It didn't hurt at all; it only hurts the 
first time and I've been shagged by seven boys now, so 
I'm used to it!"

Debbie had been listening to Susan's story of her 
goings on intently, now she had this funny feeling 
between her legs; her whole body felt itchy and 
irritable; she realised that her vagina was soaking 
wet. She heard Susan's voice again, "He tried to cum 
inside me, but I shoved him off; he shot his load all 
over the seat of his mom's settee; it made an awful big 
stain and we had to turn the cushions over!" Debbie 
felt her excitement rising, making an excuse she went 
off to the washroom.

The following day, Mr. Ripley came up behind Debbie who 
was sorting lingerie behind the counter, the first she 
knew was his hand on her arse; rubbing and squeezing 
her bum cheeks. He pushed her up against the counter 
and slipped his hand up her skirt; forcing her legs 
apart with his knee, he put his hand underneath her so 
he could feel her pussy through her knickers.

"Stop it, don't do that; someone might see you!" She 
could feel his stiff dick pressing against her bum. His 
fingers moved inside the leg of her draws and on to her 
bare fanny. 

Although she was fifteen and looked to be all woman, 
Debbie had very little pubic hair, just a few straggly 
wisps. The fingers were probing her crack; forcing 
their way between the lips of her cunt; trying to enter 
her secret place. She gave a little squeal and managed 
to pull herself away from him, turning she saw he was 
smiling at her, he put his hand to his nose and sniffed 
before putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking on 
them. During the ordeal Debbie had felt a mixture of 
excitement and fear all at the same time.

On the Friday morning, Debbie's parents reminded her 
they were going to a seminar. She had completely 
forgotten about it, but then remembered they had 
mentioned it two or three weeks earlier. "Do you want 
to stay with your Auntie Hilda for a couple of nights 
while we are away?" Her mother asked. 

Debbie jumped; she had been day dreaming of the things 
she would do while she was home alone; away from the 
watchful eyes of her parents, "Uh, oh, no n-o I'll be 
ok; I'll ask Susan to stay with me! I'm not too sure of 
that young lady; she seems a bit flighty to me; not the 
sort of girl you should get too friendly with!" 

Debbie thought to herself, "My god daddy; if you only 
knew what I know!" But spoke out loud, "Oh daddy, 
Susan's ok; there's no harm in her!"

As Debbie was leaving for work her mother called after 
her, "We will be home first thing on Sunday morning, if 
you need to get in touch the hotel phone number is in 
daddy's diary on the dresser, I have asked Auntie Hilda 
to look in on you, By Darling!" Debbie didn't like the 
idea of her auntie coming to see her, but thought; 
"Well at least she's not as straight laced as mom and 
dad!"

During lunch break, Debbie and Susan chatted about what 
to do over the weekend; Susan suggested they went to a 
coffee bar she knew off, adding, "We might even get 
chatted up by some dishy boys." Debbie spent the rest 
of the day daydreaming about boys, not having a 
boyfriend she could only imagine the sort of things 
that might happen to her, along with all of Susan's 
graphic descriptions of herself and her boyfriend's 
activities. 

Debbie had been aware of her own sexuality for a couple 
of years now; she had discovered the joys of 
masturbation and often indulged herself at night in her 
bedroom. Today however was different; her daydreaming 
had gotten her exited, she left her post and made her 
way to the toilets where she entered a cubicle; there 
she quickly pulled down her knickers and sat on the 
toilet seat, leaning back against the wall and her legs 
outstretched. Debbie's left hand was massaging her 
pussy, while she rolled her nipples between the thumb 
and fingers of her right hand.

"Oh god...oh sweet Jesus!" she moaned softly to herself 
as her middle finger brushed across her clitoris. 
Tweaking her rock hard nipples alternately with one 
hand, as the fingers of other slid in and out of her 
sopping wet vagina; pushing against her hymen and 
causing a numb sort of pain inside her; Debbie wished 
she wasn't a virgin. "Ah...aaaah; ohhh my god!" She 
wailed as the orgasm hit her.

"Are you alright in there; is anything wrong; shall I 
get someone for you?" Debbie hadn't heard the other 
woman enter the toilet; she panicked, "No... no-o, I'm 
ok, nothing's wrong I'll be out in a minuet!" 

"If you're sure!" she heard the woman leave the toilet. 

Quickly Debbie pulled up her knickers and flushed the 
toilet; as she washed her hands and face she could 
smell the aroma of her cunt; her fingers had been 
sticky from her own juices; she washed them again and 
again; in case someone else might smell them. As she 
made her way back to her own workplace she noticed the 
other staff looking at her; some frowning; but some 
smiling; knowingly, like they knew what she had been up 
too.

As Debbie was clocking off work that evening Mr. Ripley 
asked her into his office, "I'll wait for you outside 
said Susan!" who knew why he wanted Debbie; it was all 
round the shop that Mrs. Slocomb had caught Debbie 
wanking in the toilet. As Debbie entered his office Mr. 
Ripley locked the door behind her.

What have you been up to he demanded to know; pushing 
her against his desk, "Mrs. Slocomb says you were 
playing with yourself in the toilet?" He had her blouse 
open and her bra pulled up exposing her lovely breasts; 
holding her with his right hand as the left caressed 
her tits; making the nipples jump to attention; his 
mouth covered each nipple in turn, sucking hard; she 
thought he was trying to milk her. 

Fumbling with his trousers he pulled out his stiff 
cock; without being told Debbie took it in her hand and 
began to pull it gently, marvelling at the heat and 
hardness of it. Due to his pre-cum her hand became 
sticky and slimy as it moved faster along the length of 
Ripley's prick; it didn't take long, "Oh jeeeeesus, 
aaaagh Debbie I... love y-you!" Again Debbie took the 
full force of Ripley's ejaculation; spunk spattered her 
arm and blouse but most was left clinging to her navy 
blue skirt.

Embarrassed Mr. Ripley gave Debbie his handkerchief, 
"Clean it off quickly; my wife is coming to meet me; 
she mustn't catch you in here with me!" Quickly, he 
tucked his cock back into his trousers; then began 
doing up the buttons of her blouse as she mopped up his 
spunk; he had pulled her bra back into place but only 
one tit was covered; the still erect nipple of the 
other, was left protruding through the gap in her 
blouse where the buttons had been placed into the wrong 
holes. 

"Hurry Debbie, you'll have to go, she'll be here any 
minuet!" pushing her towards the door he said, "I'll 
speak to you tomorrow." Debbie tried to protest, but 
burst out laughing and walked off. She met Mrs. Ripley, 
a tarty looking woman, with high bouffant style dyed 
blond hair and miles too much make up in the shop 
foyer; Mrs. Ripley stopped and stared at Debbie; whose 
clothes were still dishevelled, her tit was still 
poking out of her blouse and sperm stains were still 
clearly visible on her skirt. 

"What happened; what did the old lecher say?" Susan 
stopped abruptly; staring at Debbie's clothes, "Did he 
shag you; have you let that old bastard fuck you?" 
Laughing Debbie explained as she replaced her bra and 
properly re-buttoned her blouse, "I just gave him a 
wank; that's all; he sucked my tits, but when he came 
it shot all over me, then he remembered his wife was 
coming to meet him. He was rushing me to clean up and 
he did up my blouse wrong, I couldn't wipe all his shit 
off my skirt so it left this big stain; I think his 
wife saw it!" 

They both laughed, "Serves the dirty old sod right!" 
said Susan. "Did he say anything about you wanking in 
the toilet? That old bag Mrs. Slocomb told everyone she 
caught you rubbing your pussy!" More laughter; "He 
never said a thing; but when he did his trousers up 
there was spunk all round his flies; his wife is bound 
to see it!" Laughing and giggling they made their way 
to Debbie's house.

At 7pm that evening the two girls made their way into 
town; heading for a milk bar café called the Fireball. 
The fireball was designed on an American theme; with 
booths that seated six to eight people around three 
sides and a long narrow table; there was subdued 
lighting; in fact the whole place was almost in 
darkness, apart from the odd strategically placed red 
light bulb that caused the café's decoration, of red, 
orange and yellow flames to dance around the walls as 
if the whole place was ablaze. 

Half way along the one side of the café there was a 
huge Wurlitzer juke box with several people standing 
around it, or dancing to whatever records people were 
playing. At the far end was a counter where patrons 
could order their various flavoured milk shakes, coffee 
or tea; there was no food whatsoever sold on the 
premises; however; it was not unknown for young men to 
buy spirits which were added to whatever they were 
drinking.

The two girls entered the café; for Debbie it was her 
first visit and as she heard the loud beat of the 
music, she shook with excitement. As their eyes became 
accustomed to the dim light, they made their way to the 
juke box; during a break between records, Debbie asked 
Susan what she wanted to drink; Susan laughed and said, 
"Wait a bit; some of the boys will chat us up then they 
can buy us something!" 

After a few minuets two boy's! Or I should say men; 
they were easily in their early twenty's, approached 
them and asked them to join them in a booth. There were 
four men already in the booth; two on each side; it 
just happened that the two girls were forced to sit on 
opposite sides to each other; one of the men asked what 
they wanted to drink, then went to get them; returning 
with a banana shake for Susan and a coffee shake for 
Debbie.

Immediately Susan tasted her shake she knew there was 
something in it; she looked at the man who bought it 
for her and smiled knowingly. Debbie however just 
thought that the coffee was a bit strong, but she liked 
it. After an hour or so of shouted conversation; which 
no one could hardly hear, and another couple of 
doctored drinks the men began to hit on the girls. 
Debbie tried to push several wandering hands off her 
tits and thighs; saying, "Don't! Stop! Keep your hands 
off me! Oooomf!" 

A mouth was clamped to hers and a tongue forced its way 
into her mouth; she could feel hands on her bare 
breasts; between her legs; her knickers were pulled to 
one side and a finger slid inside her wet pussy. Debbie 
hadn't realized how wet she had became until then; she 
was afraid; but also excited at the same time. Looking 
at Susan in the dim light; she realized that her friend 
was enjoying the men's attention; she also saw that 
Susan had a cock in each hand. Debbie began to relax 
and go with the flow of things.

Susan suggested they all went to Debbie's house as her 
parents were away; despite Debbie's objections they 
left the café! But not before a couple of the men went 
up and bought a bottle of whisky. During the bus 
journey Debbie was feeling quite tipsy from the drink 
laced coffee; sitting between two of the men she could 
feel their hands all over her; one man was kissing her 
and had his tongue half way down her throat; a hand was 
up her skirt and fingers were roughly trying to push 
their way into her fanny. 

Throughout all this attention, Debbie had been getting 
more and more aroused and excited; suddenly she began 
to buck her hips as a sort of mini orgasm overtook her, 
she mashed her lips against the man kissing her, like 
she was trying to eat him, at the same time making 
little squealing sounds of pleasure throughout her 
orgasm.

Debbie had never in her short life felt like she did at 
this moment; she had often masturbated and she always 
enjoyed the experience; but this was something 
different. Her whole body was affected; from the tips 
of her toes to the very end of her long hair; it was 
like she had taken a full charge of electricity.

The first that Debbie knew of being in her own home was 
when she was laid on the old leather couch in the 
parlour; she had no recollection of getting off the 
buss, or even the short walk to her house. Now she 
could feel hands on her body again; somewhere in her 
mind she knew that these same hands were stripping away 
her clothes, her top came off, followed by the bra 
exposing her lovely tits to all these men.

Someone's mouth closed over her left nipple and began 
to suck hard; she felt her nipples stiffen until she 
thought they would burst. Her skirt was being dragged 
down her legs, then her sopping wet knickers; now she 
was naked. Several men were mauling her; Debbie felt 
hands between her legs; fingering her pussy; massaging 
her clit. Her body shook as another climax began to 
build within her.

Debbie heard voices, "Whose going first, come on who 
wants to do her first?" it was a female voice. Susan 
continued, "Come on, she's a virgin; she'll be as tight 
as a drum; who wants to fuck her; who wants Debbie's 
cherry?!" It didn't really register with Debbie; why 
was Susan, her friend, trying to get these men to fuck 
her; Susan knew she was a virgin but she was trying to 
entice these men to shag her and take her cherry; why.

One of the men stepped forward and pulled his stiff 
cock from out of his flies; Debbie saw the big dick 
waving above her and panicked, "No, n-no... don't! 
Please don't do me! I-I don't want to!" 

As the man climbed on Debbie everyone stepped back; she 
could feel his weight crushing her; his penis was 
probing; poking her thighs; her belly; he lowered 
himself slightly; she felt the stiff prick push through 
the outer lips of her labia. Debbie screamed out, "No, 
noooo don't, stop please take it out!" She bucked her 
body and writhed from side to side; trying desperately 
to prohibit the man's entry. The only thing her actions 
accomplished, were to line her hole up with the rock 
hard cock; the man thrust forward; he was in!

"Aaaagh, oooh god! PLEASE DON'T! PLEASE STOP! Don't 
dooo me!" Debbie could feel a tremendous pain as the 
big hard cock pushed home, it was all the way in now; 
it began to slide in and out in a kind of sawing 
motion; after a while the pain subsided; it was 
replaced by another strange feeling; a similar feeling 
to the pleasure Debbie got when masturbating; only 
different; this was more intense.

As the man rode Debbie he could feel his orgasm 
building up, "I'm going to cum; oh Jesus, I'm going to 
shoot my load!" Debbie was also nearing her own orgasm. 
Over it all she heard Susan speaking, "Leave it in; cum 
inside her; shoot your load up her hole!" the man 
fucking her stammered, "No... no... she'll get 
stuffed!" He tried to pull out, but Susan pressed down 
on his arse; the weight of Susan, and in his own 
excited state, his dick was forced right up inside 
Debbie's tight hole; where it erupted spewing forth to 
flood her vagina with its life giving sperm.

Debbie herself was in the throes of her own orgasm as 
the man was ejaculating inside her. Despite the extra 
weight of Susan pushing down on the man shagging her; 
she was still able to buck her hips; her cunt muscles 
were clenching the big cock as if trying to milk every 
last drop of spunk from the large balls attached to it. 
Her own screams had changed from anguish; to squeals of 
pleasure, "Oh my god; oooh... eee... fuck me harder, 
oooh... aaaah!"

As soon as the first man pulled out of Debbie another 
quickly took his place; this went on for most of the 
night with Susan just watching the proceedings and 
occasionally encouraging the men to shoot their loads 
inside Debbie. For all Susan's bragging and claims of 
being Debbie's friend; she was really just a jealous 
bitch who only wanted to see Debbie's life in ruins. 

Susan had taken no part in the orgy that had resulted 
in Debbie being fucked more than twenty times; all she 
did was gobble two of the men and give three a wank to 
help them get hard again; she had claimed to be having 
her period so that no one would shag her.

Debbie had no idea how many orgasms she had, what she 
did know though was that they had come very easy for 
her; most of them so intense that she had been in 
danger of blacking out. She also realised that her life 
would never be the same again; the fantastic pleasure 
of sex was something she would begin to crave. 

Although completely worn out and with her whole body 
aching, Debbie bathed and got ready for work. She and 
Susan turned up ten minuets late; one of the other 
girls told Debbie that Mr. Ripley wanted to see her in 
his office, the look on her face told Debbie that she 
was in trouble. She waited a minuet after knocking on 
Ripley's office door until she heard him shout a curt, 
"Come in!" 

She entered and stood before his desk, "Debbie, you 
were late; you know we don't allow bad time keeping 
here at Lewis's?" She stood fidgeting, before he 
continued, "My wife saw you leaving yesterday; she said 
your clothes were dishevelled and there were stains on 
your skirt; she insisted that I sack you!" 

Debbie stared at Mr. Ripley; anger in her eyes; without 
thinking she snapped back, "Why; did she see the spunk 
all round your fly hole?" Ripley's face changed colour 
to a deep purple; embarrassed he stuttered and 
spluttered; trying to find words that would put him 
back in control, "Did you tell the old cow that you 
made me toss you off; did you tell her you sucked my 
tits and stuck your fingers up my fanny?" Ripley was 
shaking now, and sweating profusely.

Debbie rounded his desk; she knelt beside him and 
rubbed his cock through his trousers. Mr. Ripley had 
this far away look in his eyes; he felt Debbie's nimble 
fingers unbuttoning his flies; pulling out his big 
stiff cock, "Are you going to sack me?" 

"N-no!" she stood up and removed her knickers. She 
straddled Mr. Ripley and took hold of his rock hard 
cock, "Do you want to do Debbie?" 

"Yesssssss!" She plunged down and buried him to the 
hilt in her already sore pussy.

END

I would appreciate very much; if my readers would like 
to send feedback on this story. Without audience 
participation of sending feedback, I have no way of 
knowing if my work is what people want to read. 

Thanking you in anticipation.
Kathy S.  

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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