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Breaking Up
by Ed Rider (edrider73@gmail.com)

***

A guy attends a college reunion only to hook up with a 
woman who had used and humiliated him back in his 
college days. (FFM, huml)

*** 

I saw her across the room, and I looked away 
immediately, but not before I saw that she was looking 
at me.

That split second was enough to satisfy my curiosity. 
Yes, she was still a knockout. Yes, she still dressed 
like a slut. Yes, I should probably keep my distance 
so she couldn't damage me anymore than she already 
had.

The year after we broke up was hard on me, but after 
that things started getting better, and the last five 
years I've dated some really nice girls. None of them 
worked out, but the relationships all ended well, and 
a couple of the girls are still friends. Not like 
Jezebel.

Part of the reason I decided to come to this reunion 
party was a test I was giving myself. It wasn't a real 
reunion, because the only people here were those who 
never left town or, like me, had returned after 
graduating from college. But a dozen or so classmates 
thought it would be fun to get together and did most 
of the organizing. They kept the cost low, so a lot of 
people were here in the hotel ballroom, maybe 150, 
talking and dancing to the music we were listening to 
back in school.

I had some guy friends here that I saw all the time 
and I told them I wasn't going to hang out with them. 
Other than that, I had no game plan, except, of 
course, to check out the girls. I thought there was a 
good chance Jezebel would show up. I knew she had come 
back to town, because I'd spotted her a few times, but 
I'd always kept my distance, and I'm sure she didn't 
notice me.

"Hi Tommy, how are you?"

It was her voice, at my right elbow, and I was 
embarrassed, because I jumped when I heard it.

"I'm fine, Jezebel," I said. "How have you been?"

"Terrific," she said. "You don't have to be afraid of 
me. I won't bite."

"That's about the only thing you won't do," I said. I 
was trying to act relaxed and show her I meant it as a 
joke, but my voice betrayed me.

"Are you still mad at me?" she asked. I couldn't tell 
if she was toying with me like she did in the old days 
or she was sincere. I assumed the worst.

"Only when I think about you," I said.

"Well, I've changed a lot."

"It doesn't look like it."

"Oh these clothes? They're a costume. I'm dressed up 
like the high school slut I used to be. But I don't 
wear stuff like this anymore."

"I wouldn't know."

"Oh yes you would. I've seen you looking at me a few 
times, even though you pretended otherwise."

"How observant of you."

"Have you changed, too, or are you still the sweet, 
innocent, naive boy that evil bitches love to twist 
around their finger?"

"Are you asking if I'm still stupid enough to fall for 
someone like you? I hope not."

She ignored my answer. "Well, I'd like to invite you 
up to my hotel room later. Yes, even though I no 
longer drink like I used to, I rented a room in this 
hotel just in case I have too much tonight. My 
girlfriends are all coming up. You remember them."

"Yes, I sure do," I said. "And that's why I won't be 
at your party."

"Well, think about it," she said. "I brought along a 
couple of things to attach to my bed. It could be like 
old times." She laughed as she saw me pretend not to 
react.

"I think you're taking me seriously," she said. "I 
told you I've changed, and if you come up, I'll prove 
it."

"No way, Jezebel," I said. "As you can tell, you still 
can inspire a lot of emotions in me, but one of them 
isn't trust."

"I'm sorry about that," she said, "but the night is 
young, and there's plenty of time to reconsider. See 
you later."

She walked away, and I tried to keep a poker face 
watching her mesmerizing round butt, which was covered 
tightly with some kind of cloth that molded itself to 
her and magnified every bounce, flounce and jiggle. 
Around me, jaws were dropping. She definitely was the 
hottest girl in the room and enjoyed demonstrating it. 
The same old Jezebel, I thought.

***

We had been dating for four months as seniors and 
having a lot of great sex, at least I thought so. My 
friends had warned me about getting mixed up with her, 
but I didn't listen to their stories, because they 
were all second hand. I should have realized that each 
story was so similar that there had to be some truth 
to them.

The word was that no boy interested her for long. 
While she was with them, things seemed to be great, 
but when she got tired of them, she moved on quickly. 
The bad part was that before breaking up with a 
boyfriend, she enjoyed embarrassing and humiliating 
him, sometimes in freaky ways.

When I noticed that she had stopped being nice to me, 
I figured I was about to be dumped, but she was still 
great in bed, and she would sometimes apologize for 
being mean, so I foolishly stuck with her.

One thing I liked about her was she was way ahead of 
me when it came to sex. She told me she got a lot of 
stuff from the Internet, but when I looked at porn, I 
never saw the things she wanted to do. I liked the 
adventure of keeping up with her, and when we tried 
something new that she really liked, she turned into a 
crazy animal, which always turned me on.

One night when I came over to her house, she told me 
that her parents and younger brother went to one of 
his band competitions for the weekend, so she was home 
alone and wanted to try something that she had read 
about called restraint.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"It means you're tied up, so I can do what I want to 
you," she said.

"I don't think I'd like that."

"I thought of that," she said, "so I'm only going to 
tie up your arms. That way we can get the effect of 
restraint, but it won't be like you can't move at 
all."

"I don't know."

"Come on, Tommy. Tell me you don't those kinky things 
that I find on the Internet. You can at least give it 
a try."

"Well, if you promise to untie me whenever I ask you 
to," I said.

She didn't answer right away.

"OK," she said, "here's what I promise. The second I 
hear you ask me to release you from your restraints, I 
will untie you. But otherwise you'll cooperate and do 
what I tell you, OK?"

"OK," I said, "but I don't like this."

"Let's go to my parents' bedroom. They've got a huge 
bed and there's much more room around it." She took me 
by the hand and led me up the stairs. After closing 
the blinds, she turned on every light in the room, and 
I blinked because it was as bright as daylight. She 
began taking off her clothes and motioned for me to do 
the same. I slowly followed her lead while staring at 
her. The combination of her hot body and her obvious 
excitement aroused me so much that my rod was standing 
straight out by the time I was naked. She grabbed it 
and pumped it a few times while giggling.

"Lie down on your back," she said. "These are the 
restraints. See, they are soft so they don't hurt, and 
I'm attaching them to your wrists now with these 
Velcro strips and making the attachments tight. Each 
restraint is attached to a belt that can be made 
longer or shorter, and later I'll connect the belts. 
But first I want to get you into position.

"This is a new position that I learned about. It's 
called the Viennese Oyster. I thought of you when I 
saw it because you are on the gymnastics team and very 
limber. Other guys might pull some muscles, but you 
won't have any trouble. So first I want you to put 
your arms straight down your body. I have it. Just 
grab your dick with both hands. That's it. Now I'm 
going to drape the belts coming from the restraints on 
your wrists down between your legs so they don't get 
tangled.

"OK, now lift up both legs and bring them straight 
back. I'll guide them for you. Good, keep them coming 
back. See how I'm placing your feet behind your head. 
Can you cross your feet back there and lock them. Yes 
you can. You are really limber. That looks perfect. 
Now I'm going to take your hands off that big dick and 
bring them out and lay them over your thighs and drop 
them onto the bed at your sides. Now I'm taking the 
belt that's connected to each wrist and dropping it 
over the side of the bed. One second while I crawl 
under the bed. That didn't take long. I'm back up 
here. Now quickly, the last thing.

"This is called a ball gag that I'm pushing into your 
mouth. I can see you're resisting, but I read about 
how to do this. I keep pushing with one hand and with 
the thumb and index finger from the other hand, I 
pinch your nostrils shut so you can't breathe through 
your nose. Eventually, you have to open your mouth. 
I'm waiting, Tommy. Your eyes look really wild. There, 
I've pushed it in, and now I'm running the strap 
behind your head and tightening it so it won't come 
out. See how you can breathe through the hole in 
front, but if you try to talk, you can only make a 
gurgling noise?

"I snapped the hand restraints together quickly under 
the bed in order to get to the ball gag. But now I'm 
going under there again to make some adjustments. One 
second.

"OK, I'm back again. I adjusted the belt connecting 
the hand restraints to pull your hands up a little and 
further out. That way they push your legs further back 
and pull them apart, so your ass is high in the air 
and spread open. I can see right into your asshole, 
and it's pretty dark and scary in there."

I had started feeling something was wrong when I 
crossed my feet behind my head, but when she pulled my 
hands over my thighs and locked them using the belt 
underneath the bed, I was totally surprised. I started 
to say something, but she had been too quick with the 
ball gag. I tried to struggle for a moment and 
realized she had me totally helpless. Now I lay there 
disgusted with myself as much as I was angry at her. 
This was what I had been warned about. She was kissing 
me off and humiliating me at the same time. Then I 
heard the doorbell ring.

"Stay right there," said Jezebel as she left the room. 
She returned a few minutes later with the five sluts 
she hung around with. They were her entourage, and all 
of them dressed and acted like Jezebel. I knew one of 
them from my advanced math class.

When they saw me, they screamed in delight and began 
talking a mile a minute. They wanted to know how 
Jezebel got me in that position, why I didn't object 
("I promised him that if he asked me to release him, I 
would, but I don't hear him objecting, do you?"), what 
was she going to do now, could they take photos?

"OK, girls," she finally said in a loud voice. "You're 
here because you're my best friends, and I wanted to 
share my greatest achievement with you. You know I 
like to give my boyfriends a goodbye gift when we 
break up. Tommy's gift is one he's going to remember 
the rest of our lives, and so will we.

"What I've done is put Tommy into the Viennese Oyster 
position. I've only seen girls in this position in 
porn videos, but I thought it might work for boys, 
too, and it does. The idea is to make the girl totally 
open and vulnerable for whatever the guy wants to do 
to her. Her pussy is sticking out and wide open, and 
so is her ass.

"But tonight, it's Tommy's ass and dick, and we get to 
do whatever we want to them. I've got some ideas that 
I'll tell you about, and I'm sure you will think of 
some more. Let's write them all down and decide on the 
best ones. We'll leave Tommy to anticipate the fun 
while we go over here and work on our list."

I heard nothing but giggling after they went to the 
far end of the room, When I turned my head I saw them 
gathered around Jezebel, who was writing on a pad and 
looking at me every once in a while. When they came 
back to me, all of them except Jezebel were so excited 
that were almost bouncing off the walls in 
anticipation.

"I have to apologize for these girls, Tommy," Jezebel 
said. "I knew they were liars, but I just found out 
that all of them are also virgins and none of them has 
ever let their boyfriends get past first base. They've 
been using me to pretend like they've been around. Of 
course, they've watched a lot of porn, but they're too 
scared to try anything.

"So tonight is going to be a hands-on sex education 
class for them, with you as the demonstration model 
and me as the teacher. I'm going to share our list 
with you now because they'll get even more excited 
watching you when I read it and so will I. Would you 
believe that everyone in this room is in the top 25 of 
our graduating class? But we like to have fun, too. So 
here's the list.

"First, we're going to explore the male genitalia and 
male sexual response. I'll show the girls how to use 
their hands first and then their mouths to get a man 
really worked up. You know how I can get you all 
frustrated until you're dying to come and how you 
almost explode when I finally let you get off? I'll 
teach them my techniques, but then for fun, we're 
going to lift your legs further back and push your 
dick right into your mouth.

"That sounds like it will be difficult without your 
cooperation, but all I need to do when we're ready is 
put this swimmer's nose clip over the end of your nose 
and plug up the hole in the ball gag. You'll hold your 
breath as long as possible, but when we see that you 
are close to passing out, we just pull the gag off and 
you'll open your mouth wide to gasp for air. That's 
when we'll push your tool in and pull your legs back 
further to keep it from falling out. Once you're 
inside your mouth, we'll get you to start sucking 
yourself by squeezing your balls until you cooperate, 
and once you're sucking they'll use their hands on 
your dick, and I'll use my tongue on your balls 
because I know it drives you wild. Because we revved 
you up so much before, it shouldn't take long. When we 
see you are getting close, one of the girls will dip 
her index finger into the lube jar here and push it as 
far as she can into your anus. You know when I do that 
it always sends you into a giant orgasm, and your jism 
is going to explode into your mouth so hard that it 
will be coming out your nose as well as choking you 
until you start swallowing it. Yes, I know it will, 
because it's happened to me.

"Part two will be experimenting with the limits of the 
male anatomy. We're going to take turns putting things 
into your anus. I've brought along some different size 
dildos, and most of them vibrate, so we'll get you 
hard again by the time we're done. If any of the girls 
is as adventurous as me, they'll join me in sticking 
fingers inside you, and stretching you even wider. To 
finish off with a bang, I'm going to get on top of you 
and show them how to pound out an orgasm on top of you 
in both directions, while they are pushing fingers and 
then their fists into you. We'll be really careful, 
but I know we have much smaller hands than some of the 
people I've seen doing this in videos on the Internet, 
so I'm sure we won't hurt you. You'll probably have a 
sore ass for a few days, though.

"Part three will be the first orgasm for any of the 
girls who aren't too scared. They all said they wanted 
to do it, but we'll see when the time comes. I told 
them how good a tongue man you were and so each of 
them will sit on you in whatever position they want 
while you bring them off. Most of them will be facing 
you, because they want to see as much of your tongue 
as they can and also watch your expression, but at 
least one of them wants to experience 69, so you'll 
get another chance to come.

"Finally, I'm going to demonstrate some more extreme 
sex to them. They all think it's disgusting, and I may 
agree, because I've never tried this, but we're going 
to lift your head up with some pillows, and then I'm 
going to back onto your mouth with my ass. I'll pull 
my cheeks apart and cover your mouth with my asshole. 
We'll take the nose clip off for this, so you'll be 
able to breathe while you eat out my ass." I heard the 
girls making fake gagging sounds as she described 
this, but my gagging reaction was real.

"After that, we'll clean you up, release your hands 
and call it a night. In case I forget later on, I want 
to tell you right now that you've been the best 
boyfriend I've had up to now, and I really appreciate 
the fact that you aren't telling me to stop our party. 
Now we need to prepare before we get started.

"It's lucky for all of us that Paula's mom makes her 
volunteer as a candy striper at the hospital, and 
she's really gotten into it, because she enjoys 
finding ways to embarrass the male patients who wear 
those gowns that open in the back. When she found out 
that men are really humiliated by being given enemas 
by women, she began volunteering to help with that, 
and she's an expert. She doesn't even mind the smell, 
so we're going to leave now and turn the air 
conditioner all the way up. She brought some stuff 
from the hospital, so you're going to be her patient 
while she cleans you out. She promised us that there 
wouldn't be a speck on the sheets when she calls us to 
let us know you're ready. When she's through with you, 
your insides will be as clean as a whistle, and then 
we can get to work on our list. See you later."

***

As Jezebel walked away, I thought about the ordeal I 
had gone through that night. I had stopped remembering 
the pain long ago, but the humiliation still came back 
to torture my mind occasionally, such as right now. I 
felt my face turning red and walked out of the room 
and down the hall into the hotel lobby. I kept walking 
until I was outside the revolving door and standing in 
front of the hotel, breathing the cold night air. It 
took me five minutes to regain my composure and return 
to the party.

What helped me calm down was thinking about what had 
happened after that night. Jezebel moved on to another 
sucker, but her girlfriends began acting strangely. 
One by one, they came on to me. They asked me out and 
hinted that they were ready to lose their virginity to 
me. Then they did more than hint. Then they almost 
threw themselves at me and offered to do anything I 
wanted them to.

I was still too shaken up by Jezebel to respond at the 
time. One of them was persistent, and I finally asked 
her they were so interested in me now.

"I don't know about the others," she said, "but I have 
sex with my boyfriend now, and I like it. One time, I 
found myself thinking about that night with you when I 
was with him, and I had the most incredible orgasm, 
nothing like I ever had before. Now I do it all the 
time. And I'm sure that if I was actually making love 
with you it would be even more fantastic."

I was curious to find out how they felt five years 
later. I knew that whatever their response was, I 
wouldn't care, so it was just an experiment.

One by one, I asked each of them to dance, and as we 
danced and talked, I asked them what they had been 
doing and told them what I had been doing. I never 
mentioned anything about sex or that night. They all 
told me they graduated from college with good records 
and had good jobs and great boyfriends, and they 
thanked me for the sex education lesson and said that 
they were sorry about what they did to me.

As we talked, I saw each of their faces getting rosy. 
A couple of the dances were slow dances, and by the 
time the song was over, their bodies were molded to 
mine, and I had been groped thoroughly in the front 
and in the back. The conversations all ended the same 
way. They were all ready to cheat on their boyfriends 
if I wanted to call them. I didn't ask for them, but 
within an hour, five scraps of paper with phone 
numbers had been put into my pockets.

Jezebel got involved in this strange drama, too, in a 
different way. Three of the girls sort of clung to me, 
and I ended up dancing a second dance with them. Each 
time, Jezebel cut in, and the girl reluctantly walked 
off. She didn't rub against me or do anything 
suggestive, and she didn't say a word until the dance 
ended, when she said, "Thank you" and walked off.

I had finished my experiment and was feeling good 
about myself as I talked to other old classmates. The 
party was in full swing, and I decided I was happy 
that I had come. Then Jezebel interrupted a 
conversation. "I'm sorry," she said sweetly to the 
girl I was talking to. "I need to tell Tommy something 
urgent." She took my hand and pulled me off to an 
empty space.

"I'm getting tired of this," she said. "I'm going up 
to my room now, and I'd like you to come with me."

"I'm not doing that," I said quietly.

"What are you afraid of?" she said. "Am I going to 
overpower you?"

"You and your friends have your ways," I said.

"Don't you remember?" she said. "You had no idea that 
I could restrain your legs at the same time I was 
tying up your arms. And I surprised you with the ball 
gag. We couldn't use force on you because none of us 
is very strong. That's why I had to trick you."

"Thanks for reminding me how devious you are," I said.

"Were," she said. "So you think I will trick you 
again. I'm the spider woman who will get you in my web 
and toy with you before I destroy you. You're still 
the timid high school jock. I thought you had changed. 
You seemed to have more confidence, but I guess it was 
all a show. You are still frightened of me."

"No, I'm not," I said.

"There's only one way to prove it," she said. "And if 
you don't come with me now, you'll remember this as 
long as that night, because it will mean I humiliated 
you all over again."

"Let's go," I said and grabbed her hand roughly.

She let me pull her to the elevator. When we got 
there, all she said was "1410."

When she opened her door, I followed her slowly and 
looked all around the small room. All I saw was a 
large bed.

"Where are the others?" I asked.

"I lied," she said. "This is a private party, just the 
two of us." She was behind me, and I saw her open the 
door and slip the do-not-disturb sign over the outside 
handle before closing it again. Despite my bravado, I 
was starting to feel queasy inside. What was I doing 
here?

She walked to the bed and picked something up and held 
it out to me. "Remember these," she said. "I told you 
downstairs that I brought them along."

"You also told me you had changed," I said. I saw her 
starting to unbutton the top she was almost falling 
out of.

"Did you ever wonder what you looked like when you 
were lying there helpless with your feet behind your 
head while your arms were locked around them and your 
ass was up in the air and spread wide open for us?" 
she said. She had taken off her bra, and was stepping 
out of her skirt and panties. When they were on the 
floor at her feet, she was naked. She looked even 
hotter than she had in high school. I was fully 
clothed and standing there as if hypnotized.

She lay down in the middle of the bed on her back. 
"Look," she said. "I've been taking yoga." I watched 
as she pulled her legs up and back and locked her feet 
behind her head. Then she pulled her arms over her 
legs behind the knees and dropped them to the bed.

"Put the restraints on my wrists," she said. Like a 
zombie, I obeyed her. "Now get under the bed and 
connect the two straps and pull them tight. That's it. 
Now come closer and take a look. This is what you 
looked like, except you had a penis, and I have a 
vagina. Do you like what you see?"

I didn't answer, and I don't think she expected me to, 
because she kept on talking.

"What do you think of my bush?" she said. "I know it 
used to get you really excited. I apologize, because I 
foolishly shaved it off for one of my boyfriends three 
years ago. But after we split up, I decided to never 
trim it again. It's coming along, but it will probably 
take another year to get to where it was."

What was she talking about? I thought. Has she gone 
insane?

"Do you see how vulnerable I am?" she said. "You could 
do anything you want to me, and there's nothing I 
could do about it in this locked-down position. Of 
course, I could yell, but you could put the ball gag 
there on the pillow into my mouth."

"What kind of trick are you trying to pull?" I said. 
"Are you trying to set me up on a rape charge? Are you 
recording this?"

"Not yet," she said, "but look over there where I'm 
nodding and over here. There are cameras all set up. 
All you need to do is press the red button and you can 
start recording us."

I stood there frozen. After a short pause, she began 
talking again.

"I know all your buddies are down there at the party," 
she said. "You could bring them all up here, and I 
couldn't do anything about it. I bet some of them 
remember me and would love to see me like this, and 
some of them might even want to do some things to me. 
My pussy and asshole are spread wide open, and I 
couldn't stop them from doing anything they wanted to 
me and recording it all on video."

"Shut up!" I shouted and scared myself. I lowered my 
voice. "I think I get it," I said. "You want to bring 
me down to your level so badly that you'll even 
sacrifice yourself to do it. You want to turn me into 
a sick pervert like you are.

"You may get off on that, but you're right about me 
not being the same boy I was in high school. I'm going 
to take off those restraints and get the hell out of 
here. You need to find another sicko for your weird 
games." I began walking toward the bed.

"Don't you take another step, Tommy, or I'll scream," 
she said. "Someone could hear me and get the hotel 
security to come up here, and then it's your word 
against mine. You better do what I say. I want you to 
stand right there and look at me until I finish what I 
have to say.

"It's time to tell you that I came to the party for 
only one reason, and that was you. I didn't tell 
anyone that I got this room, not even my girlfriends. 
I knew that it would take something unusual for you to 
ever be alone in a room with me again, and that 
whatever it took, I would do it.

"After I humiliated and dumped you, I hooked up with 
four other guys before I realized that you were better 
than any of them and probably better than any other 
guy I would ever meet. I had already grown up before 
the last two guys, and I was actually nice to them 
when we broke up, but that only made me surer that you 
were the one I wanted.

"I didn't waste time blaming myself for what happened. 
It was just bad timing that I got involved with you 
when I was a mixed-up high school sex fiend. But I 
knew because of what I did to you that it would be 
almost impossible to get close enough to tell you that 
I had discovered that I loved you. Then some friends 
told me about the local reunion party. I joined the 
committee immediately and pushed to make sure it 
happened.

"I knew it would take something bizarre and disgusting 
to break through the hatred and fear you feel toward 
me. I decided that you needed to degrade and humiliate 
me as much as I did you. That's what tonight is all 
about. I want you to take out your anger on me in any 
way you want. You may need to use the gag, because I 
can't promise you I won't scream as you hurt and 
mortify me. I'll hate every second of it -- just like 
you did -- but I want you to walk out of this hotel 
room satisfied that you've been repaid for everything 
I did to you.

"I know there are no guarantees, but I hope that after 
you get your revenge tonight you'll give me a chance 
to prove that I am a different girl, one who loves you 
with all her heart and will be devoted to you for the 
rest of her life."

"Are you finally finished," I said.

"Yes," she said with a sniff. She had begun crying 
toward the end of her speech. "Now you can go 
downstairs and get your friends."

"If you want me to believe you," I said, "you need to 
start listening to me. I could never do to you what 
you did to me. If that's the kind of person you want 
to be with, you haven't changed that much. I'm 
insulted and disgusted that you would even think I 
would do that to you. Now don't give me any trouble."

She was sobbing loudly as I took off the restraints. I 
went over to a chair and sat down. My head was 
reeling. She had won again. She had totally messed 
with my mind, and I was thinking strange thoughts that 
I should never have been thinking.

Her arms were free, and I saw her lift her hands to 
her face to wipe away her tears and then put them back 
down across her legs. Her feet were still behind her 
head and her anus and vagina were still sticking out 
obscenely.

"You can get up now," I said. "I'm not going to 
humiliate you."

"Thanks," she said with a wet sniff, but she made no 
move. She looked at me, and a smile broke through her 
tears. That was the moment she knew that I was in her 
power again, just like in high school, just like I 
would probably be for the rest of my life. Her smile 
started out as a happy smile, but now it changed. 
First it became a mischievous smile and then a 
lascivious smile."

"I've been practicing the Viennese Oyster for months," 
she said. "You know it's not only for degrading 
people. They say it's great for deep penetration when 
we're trying for children. All my holes are wide open 
for you right now. If you don't want to bring up your 
friends and humiliate me, maybe you can think of 
something else to do so my yoga practice wasn't a 
total waste."

I began taking off my clothes. 

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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