Message-ID: <25296asstr$963699004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Az Il" X-Original-Message-ID: Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Sent-Mail: off Reply-To: azil@my-deja.com Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Language: en Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Subject: {ASSM} My Reward, Ch51 (MC, fantasy, sacrilege, comic books, etc) Date: Sat, 15 Jul 2000 18:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: assm-admin CHAPTER 51: ALL HALLOWS' EVE As I gave out handfuls of mini-Snickers bars to a group of kids and then watched them head across the lawn to extort similar largesse from the Ralstons across the street, I reflected on how Halloween had changed since my childhood. Reflections on how things have changed, generally for the worse, are common among middle-aged men, so I won't bore you with the details. The salient points are simply that the holiday has morphed from strictly a kids' event into a major occasion for adult parties and hijinks (the Ralstons had invited all the adults in the neighborhood to a party at their house starting about nine, when the trick or treaters would be done), and that many people now put up Halloween decorations that were nearly as elaborate as those for Christmas. Again this thought was connected to the Ralstons, because I was watching the kids cross the street with their bags of candy toward a structure that Beth had decorated to look like the gingerbread house out of Hansel and Gretel, with Beth herself, I now noted, greeting the kids dressed as the wicked witch. As I watched Beth invite the kids in for their snacks (must be something elaborate, I reflected), another group, dressed as various Pokemon characters, came to our door, so I remained there to give them their treats. As they crossed the lawn toward Beth's, another group was approaching, so I stayed at my post. What I noticed as these kids crossed the street was that the second group was now entering Beth's house, and the first had not yet come out. What was going on? I mused. After watching a few minutes while serving up candy to one more group of kids, and watching that group in turn disappear into the gingerbread house, I decided that Beth was up to something, and that I needed to find out what. The first thing I found was that the witch at the front door wasn't Beth - it was a clone Beth had stationed there. Beth I found with fifteen or twenty kids in her dungeon, where she had eight-year-olds fucking each other, a girl of about ten stretched out on the rack and being whipped by her brother with a little boy licking her cunt while his best friend buttfucked him, and various other interesting but thoroughly deplorable perversions. After a quick look around, I froze everything. The next moment all the kids were gone, scampering down the street with their candy bags full and their heads emptied of all memories of Beth's dungeon. Beth was pissed of course, giving me her usual line about how I never let her have any fun, and that she wasn't really hurting any of the kids, and she was going to let them go with no memories, etc. I realized that I had to limit Beth's activities still further. Previously I had let her do anything she wanted within her house. Now I instructed Reward to prevent her from doing things anywhere if they could not easily be covered up. Fifteen or twenty missing kids, I informed him, were likely to cause a stink in the most broadminded community. Beth was outraged further at these new restrictions, of course. She was getting so far out that she could see no reason why anyone should look askance at torturing small children. After trying to talk some sense with her, I just left and figured she'd calm down eventually. A couple hours later, I found she had. I was seated on the sofa in the Ralston's living room, sipping on a drink and being thoroughly bored at Beth's party. I never cared much for costume parties, and had kept my involvement pretty minimal - I had put on a Diamondbacks jersey and cap and carried a glove to indicate that I was a baseball player. Beth saw me and crossed the room to sit next to me. "What's with the Little Bo-Peep rig?" I asked. "Mike rented the costumes - he's Little Boy Blue over there." I looked. He was talking with another neighbor, apparently about golf, based on the swing motions they were making. I couldn't resist asking: "Have you blown his horn for him?" "That's my clone's job now," she reminded me with a smile. "Still mad at me?" I asked. She laughed and shook her head. "I know how you are, Tom," she said easily. "Stodgy and boring?" I prompted. "That's close," she replied, laughing again. "Right now," I answered, "in addition to boring, I'm bored." "You aren't the only one," Beth replied. "Neighborhood parties aren't such a great idea anymore, I guess. Neighbors don't know each other." "If we want them to get to know each other, we could try party games," I suggested. I hastened to add that I was joking, but my suggestion nonetheless got the look of contempt it deserved. Then I was struck by inspiration. "Stodgy and boring am I?" I asked Beth rhetorically. "You don't like games?" I added. "For godsake, Tom, you're not going to try something like nudie musical chairs, are you?" "Not a bad idea," I allowed, "but not exactly what I had in mind. Fantasy games are very in right now, so let's let some of these people live out their fantasies - for our amusement." "You're going to have Reward read their minds?" she hazarded. "Another good idea, but I was just thinking about letting them act out the costumes they're wearing. Let's start with Elliott." Just then, a person I knew slightly, Elliott Lemond, a CPA from down the street, had walked by. He had apparently borrowed surgical scrubs and a stethoscope in a half-hearted attempt to dress as a doctor. He had looked as bored as the rest of us as he walked by, but now he turned and addressed Beth. "Beth, I think it's time for me to do your cervical exam. Why don't you get up on the table?" With a glance at me, Beth nodded agreement, then climbed up on the dining room table as Elliott indicated. "You'll have to undress, Beth," Elliott said reasonably, as Beth sat uncertainly. The Bo-Peep costume looked difficult to get out of, so I just had Reward instantly strip her. Elliott smiled happily at Beth's lovely body. "That's good, Beth, now lie back and spread your legs." He also turned to a couple men standing nearby and requested their help. "We don't have stirrups here, so could you hold her legs for me?" They agreed to lend a helping hand and supported Beth's legs as she hoisted them high and wide and her neatly trimmed pussy opened invitingly for her exam. I had Reward make the group think this was nothing out of the ordinary - just a sort of party game, in fact. Most continued talking; some others, finding it more interesting than their conversations, watched as Elliott did a digital exam that turned into a fingerfuck as Beth's hips began moving rhythmically. Beth's husband wandered by on his way to the bar just as Elliott got down on his knees to replace his fingers with his tongue. Mike, who of course is a doctor, smiled at the act, but felt constrained to note that "that's not how it's really done, you know." The onlookers chuckled appreciatively and Elliott looked up to smile at Mike, before returning to his work. Mike went on to the bar, returning in time to see Beth's hands wrap around her new gynecologist's head and pull him deeper into her cunt. A few moments later, her hips driving up into his face, she came, grunting with pleasure, as her body stiffened and then relaxed. Everyone congratulated the doctor and patient on a successful procedure, while Elliott rose and pulled down his scrub pants to perform an in-depth probe of Beth's vagina. Meanwhile, I had noticed that Elliott's wife, a mousy, plump woman, was standing nearby talking with another woman I didn't know, dressed similarly to her husband. Applying job titles in a shamelessly sexist manner, I decided first that she was a nurse, and then changed my mind to massage therapist. Turning from her neighbor she smiled at me and said, "Mr. Mallory, it's time for your massage." Nodding my assent, I stripped and stretched out on the sofa. For several minutes I had her give me a genuine massage, which was quite enjoyable. Then, having turned over, I pointed out to her that I'd been feeling a certain amount of stiffness in my penis - perhaps she could help me out. The masseuse looked at my crotch, agreed that there was a problem, and began stroking my cock. Though it felt good, it wasn't exactly what I was looking for, and I suggested that perhaps the massage might be more soothing if she were to use her pussy to do it. Ever helpful, she agreed again and, after pulling off her pants, straddled me and inserted my cock in her pussy. It wasn't the best vaginal prick massage I'd ever had - my masseuse, a mother of three, was a bit loose, so I had Reward tighten things up a bit (I wondered what Elliott would think). Still nothing great, but she did her job professionally and eventually I deposited a load of sperm in her. She smiled down at me as she felt my fluids spurt into her. "Oh, good," she said, "I think the massage worked." She climbed off. "Yes, that's much better," she said cheerfully as she inspected the results of her labors. "It appears to be considerably less stiff now." I agreed with her assessment and thanked her for her time, as she put her pants back on and rejoined the conversation she had left earlier. "Looked like you were having fun," I commented as Beth returned to sit next to me, again attired as Little Bo-Peep. "It was different," she grinned. "But he doesn't eat pussy as well as you, dear." "Thanks," I replied. "What do you want to do next?" She looked around slowly, considering the possibilities of the assorted ghosts, vampires, and other costumes. Finally her eyes alighted on somebody dressed as Superman, complete with outrageously padded arms, chest, and thighs. "Let's see if the Man of Steel has a Rod of Steel," she grinned as he walked toward her. I got up to give him room on the sofa next to her. "Hi, Lois," he greeted her as he sat. I looked around to see if there was a Wonder Woman or Supergirl around (although the idea of a Pussy of Steel is not all that inviting). None. But, I decided, if Beth could go the comic book route, so could I - nothing said that I had to limit myself to people and costumes actually present. I immediately summoned a clone of Sarah and  who would be good? - Mandy, of course. I altered them slightly, giving them pert, turned-up noses and big eyes, giving Sarah black hair and an aristocratic haughtiness. Mandy could stay pretty much as she was - except for changing her hair from plain blonde to yellow. Veronica and Betty. I made my hair orange and gave myself freckles. "Oooh, Archiekins," Betty cooed, "thanks for inviting me to this party. Do you want a blowjob?" "Watch it, bimbo," Veronica snarled. "I'm his date - you're just tagging along. If anybody gives carrot-top a suck it will be me." "No need to fight, girls," I assured them, unzipping my pants, "there's plenty of cock to go around." I whipped out my ten or so inches to demonstrate that there was no shortage, so to speak. The two teenagers dropped to their knees in front of me. I made my decision as judiciously as possible. "Betty first," I said, "because she asked first." To alleviate Veronica's immediately flaring temper, I suggested that she could give me a rim job and then I'd fuck her. Veronica gave in not at all graciously (her similarities to Sarah were numerous, I decided), but did, after some grumbling, station herself behind me, pull apart my ass cheeks and begin to explore my hole with her tongue. Betty, meanwhile, smiling up at me prettily, parted her lush red lips and took the monster cock slowly into her mouth. Mandy was a good cocksucker, of course, and Reward had apparently given Betty her ability. In any case, the suction, combined with Veronica's tongue in my ass, and the sight of Betty's pretty, innocent face split open by my huge cock, had the predictable effect. In only a few minutes, I could feel the tightening in my balls and I grabbed Betty's head in both my hands and began to thrust back and forth, fucking deep into her mouth. A moment later, her nose pressed against my belly and my cock halfway down to her stomach, I shot into her. "Wow, thanks, Archie," Betty cooed, totally unnecessarily, as I slowly pulled the long cock out of her mouth. She held on to it as long as possible, continuing to suck it clean as it emerged from between her lips. "That was the biggest load I ever swallowed," she said appreciatively. "Yeah, yeah, stow it, Blondie," said Veronica impatiently, laying down in front of me and spreading her legs. "My turn." As I positioned myself between her long, shapely legs and looked down on the small pussy nestled at their juncture, however, some of her brashness disappeared. "Gee, Archie," Veronica said with a concerned look on her pretty face, "I don't know if that thing will fit into me." She spread her legs a little farther. ""For godsake, Veronica," answered Betty peevishly, "did you forget you're a comic book character? You could stick Mr. Weatherbee up your cunt, belly first, and he'd slide right in." She turned to the other partygoers to add as an aside, "And they say blondes are dumb." Veronica was about to answer, but had her breath taken away, as the big cock slid deep inside her. The rush of air was followed by a contented sigh. Then, as my cock pushed to its (and her) limit, she said, "Geez, Archie, I've never felt anything like it." "Better than Reggie?" I asked. "Much better," she replied unguardedly, then gulped in dismay, as she realized her slip. "Ha! I knew it!" said Betty triumphantly. "You're probably doing Jughead and Big Moose, too!" "At least I'm not going down on Miss Grundy . . . ." Veronica began. To end the bickering, I pushed hard into Veronica, causing her again to gasp and push her hips back at me. Another hard slam and she was clawing at my back, with her legs wrapped around me. "Harder, Archie," she breathed in my ear. "Stick it in me!" I remembered then that this Veronica was a variation on my daughter Sarah, who is one of the world's leading filthmouths. That trait now began to take effect and Veronica's sweet little mouth was soon spewing forth an incredible stream of profanity, obscenity, and scatology. "Oh, god," she began, alternately moaning and screaming, "Oh holy fucking shit. God damn, stick that cock in my cunt . . . deeper, you fucking sonofabitch . . . slam my fucking cunt . . . goddamn shit piss fuck me . . . fuck me harder." I paused for a moment to look down at her, spread wide, her legs splayed out at an almost ridiculous angle. She looked something like a Japanese manga heroine, her cunt pierced by an incredibly oversized cock. She looked up at me, breathing hard. "For godsake, don't stop, Archie," she said; then as I continued to pause, she began begging. "Oh, please, Archie, fuck me. Please fuck me hard." She saw me weakening and turned it up, cooing, "Please, Archie baby, stick your big, hard cock way up my little rich-bitch fuckhole. Split me wide open and make me come hard." "Oh, yes," she sighed contentedly as I again lowered myself down on to her and my cock slid back in. "Oh, that's it, Archie, that's it. Fuck your little slut." So I fucked the little slut, pounding down into her harder and faster, as she chanted obscenities louder and faster until they merged into one long "Fuck!" that then quickly changed into an inarticulate howl of lust as her body convulsed in ecstasy. Veronica was bucking so hard that I had trouble staying in the saddle, but I managed to hold on long enough for her contractions to suck my semen into her womb. When she went limp, so did I, collapsing on her and then rolling off to lie beside her. Having finished with the Rod of Steel, Beth was watching as I finished up with Veronica, joining the other onlookers, who mostly seemed to think I'd done a pretty good job. "So, Betty and Veronica, huh?" was Beth's comment. "Seem like your types," she gibed, "especially Betty." "I enjoyed them," I answered, refusing to be drawn in. "Especially Betty," I added, not necessarily truthfully. I suggested a rest, but Beth had already picked out her next partner - A tall, heavyset guy dressed as a cowboy. "I think I'll be an Indian maiden being ravished by a cruel outlaw," she suggested. Instantly Reward gave her black hair held in place by a headband and done in twin braids just like every maiden in every Hollywood western. About to be ravished, she looked ravishing in her fringed buckskin miniskirt. "Hey, squaw, come 'ere," said the bad man, a handmade cigarette dangling from a corner of his mouth. "How 'bout we make a papoose?" he added with a guffaw as he grabbed her roughly by the arm and pulled her close for a kiss. "Oh you evil man," she simpered, as she broke loose for a second and slapped him (none too hard), "please don't hurt me by sticking your big white cock in my sweet little Indian pussy." "Not very PC, Beth," I noted. "Shouldn't that be 'sweet little Native American pussy?'" She shot me a dirty look. "How about 'hot redskin cunt'?" she offered. Whatever we called it, it was clear that it was soon to be the temporary home of a big white cock, as the sneering badman pushed Beth back on the table and yanked apart her legs as she screeched in mock-fear. An interesting moral question, I reflected - is it rape if the woman truly is "asking for it"? - as Beth's pussy lips were forced apart and the outlaw's thick cock pushed into her eager, wet vagina. As the sneer disappeared from his lips, replaced by a look of sheer bliss, I thought about how a guy was being forced into committing a rape - it was the Case of the Manipulated Rapist. While Beth was enjoying her rape, I noticed a woman who was wearing a uniform (probably her daughter's) from one of the local Catholic high schools. She had her hair in two ponytails and wore white socks to her knees. Now she came over, pouted prettily, put a finger in her mouth in a parody of youth, and asked sweetly if she could suck on my lollipop. I graciously gave her permission and let her crouch between my legs as I sat on the sofa and watched the rape. As Beth continued to alternate "No, no" with "Harder, harder", I enjoyed the schoolgirl's lips and tongue. Just after the evil outlaw shot his load into the maiden and walked away twirling his moustache, I shot my own load into the girl's mouth. She licked up the last drops, said "Thank you, mister, that sure tastes good," and walked away just as Beth, again dressed as Bo-Peep, rejoined me on the sofa. As we sat recouping our energy, I pointed out to Beth a couple wearing masks suggesting that they were Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky. For the sake of verisimilitude, I added a semen stain to the woman's dress, though I don't think she noticed. "What do you think?" I nudged Beth. "Would you like to suck some presidential cock?" Beth shook her head. "No thanks, he's too slimy for me." "I don't know about a suck," I pointed out, "but slimy's good for a fuck - it means he'll go in nice and easy." "Very clever," Beth replied, "but still no thanks." She thought for a second. "I'm tired, why don't we just have them do a show for us?" I spoke to Reward and instantly they were no longer two people wearing masks, they were Bill and Monica (or at least their clones), and they were on the floor in front of us, preparing for a fuck. As the leader of the free world entered his intern's pussy, I remarked that moving beyond oral sex was going to cause Bill some new problems, since he could no longer defend himself with the argument that blowjobs aren't really sex acts. Beth seemed unconcerned about Clinton's problem. "I'm sure he can talk his way out of it - he could say it depends on the definition of 'fuck'." Bill was now stroking steadily between Monica's wide spread legs, as she urged him on with muttered encouragement. It was a good show and Beth and I were enjoying it, critiquing and praising the performance. Finally, though, I couldn't resist the obvious pun. "Would it be appropriate to say," I asked Beth, "that he's Goring her Bush?" Beth groaned, quite properly, but also couldn't resist the impulse to reply, "That's the absolute Nader of puns." Unable to come up with a Buchanan reference, I fell silent. Part of why I fell silent, also, was that I was getting turned on. Beth was, too - it wasn't difficult to tell because her hand had crept up under her dress and she was busily frigging herself. By the time Bill shot his load, as the stereo behind us struck up "Nailed by the Chief", Beth and I were making out on the sofa like a couple teenagers, several of my fingers deep into her pussy, and her hand busily frigging me. When they finished I suggested to Beth that she and I emulate their actions. But she twisted away from me. "Sorry, lover, you I can fuck anytime - I want some more strange cock," she answered with a laugh. "And over there I see some very strange stuff." She pointed to a couple dressed as a priest and nun. I was disappointed - I always enjoy fucking Beth - but I had to admit that the costumes offered possibilities. The clerical couple came over to us. Beth got down on her knees as the priest approached, folded her hands in prayer, and repeated the opening words from the confessional, "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." "What have you done, my child?" asked the priest in kindly tones. "I've fucked everything I can lay my hands on," Beth replied. The priest made a Sign of the Cross over Beth's head as he said, "Go, child, and sin some more," then opened his robe and pulled out his cock. "How about sin some more and come?" suggested Beth, promptly swallowing the proffered cock, then laying back and spreading her legs. I tried to think of a good pun focussing on the "cum" of "dominus vobiscum" and "et cum spiritu tuo" but I couldn't, so I didn't engage in wordplay this time. I just bent the nun over the table, pulled up her robes and stuck my cock in her ass. Neither Beth nor I lasted long, since we had gotten each other thoroughly aroused during the Clinton-Lewinsky interlude. Our fucks with these partners were short and to the point. I quickly shot up the Bride of Christ's butt, and a few moments later Beth took a load of consecrated sperm. Shortly afterward we were back on the sofa planning our next adventure. I had noticed a late arrival to the party, a woman costumed as Barbie, who seemed a natural. I summoned her and had Reward turn her into an exact replica of the doll, complete with hourandahalfglass figure and impossibly long legs - set off by a tight bare-midriff t-shirt and even tighter hot pink acrylic hot pants. She was something like an inflatable plastic love doll come to life "Do you want Ken?" I asked Beth as Barbie stood before us. She thought it over. "Ken never turned me on much," she said. "He was kind of a wimp. I think I'd prefer GI Joe." Immediately a life-size GI Joe was standing in front of us, holding an M-16. I sent a quick message to Reward that Joe himself could be as potent as needed, but the gun had better be firing blanks. "Oh, Joe," Beth trilled, "save me from the nasty Arab terrorists." She improvised further, based I guess on whatever romance novel she had read most recently. "Help me, they're going to sell me into a perverted sheik's harem." "Isn't that a bit trite?" I asked. Beth ignored me, as Joe sprayed the room with bullets. When he was done, there were no Arab terrorists around. Of course, there hadn't been any Arab terrorists before he fired, but that was pretty much beside the point. Certainly it made no difference to Beth, who melted into her hero's arms. "Oh, Joe, you saved me," she gasped, leaning her head against his manly chest. "I owe my life to you," she said. Then kissing him deeply, she added, even more tritely, "Take me, I'm yours." Joe leaned her back and lowered her onto the couch, then laid himself atop her, covering her face with kisses and ripping away the bodice of her Bo-Peep costume. It looked like a pretty elemental fuck coming up, so I decided to turn my attention back to Barbie, who was standing in front of me patiently awaiting my pleasure. My pleasure, I decided after a moment's thought, would be to play off the inflatable love doll imagery - I'd just treat her as a fucktoy. "Take your shirt off, Barbie," I said. The living doll reached down to her waist and pulled the t-shirt up by its hem, slowly revealing her huge conical breasts as they were raised taut by her upstretched arms. When the shirt was gone, she stood silent, her breasts barely settling, as she waited for my next command. "Play with your tits, Barbie," I told her. She raised her hands to the big breasts, first tweaking each nipple into awakeness, then spreading her hands fully over the breasts, squeezing and stroking. "Put one of them in my mouth," was my next command. Barbie leaned over, the breasts enlarging with gravity, and, taking her right breast in both hands (there was still plenty of tit left over), she placed the big slightly erect nipple between my lips. At first there was little response, which is not surprising - inflatable love dolls don't respond much, either. So I told Reward to start sending electrical currents through her; I wanted her right on the edge of coming - and to stay there. Immediately she was panting and gasping with arousal, pushing her big tit further into my mouth as I sucked and chewed on the nipple, which soon was nearly as big as the nipple on a baby bottle. "Turn around and take off your shorts, Barbie," I told her next. She stepped back from me, a delicious sight with her big breasts jutting out from her chest and the big nipples jutting out from the breasts. Now another element was added, as she turned and then wiggled her slender but rounded ass to lower the skin-tight hot pants. No tan lines, of course. "Play with your pussy, Barbie," I ordered her after enjoying the view from the rear for a few moments. I forgot to tell her to turn around first, so I had to amend the wording. She turned around and I watched as she fingerfucked herself, trying desperately for the orgasm Reward held just out of her reach. Eventually I told her to stop frigging herself and to step closer, holding her pussy open. She stood in front of me, her feet apart and her hands holding her pussy lips gaping open. I looked into the pink slit, the membranes glistening with her juices. I motioned her to come nearer, so I could smell her lust, then I grabbed her ass and pulled her cunt into my face. My mouth worked busily on her unsheathed clit, my tongue flicking at it, then licking across it, and finally my lips nuzzling it. Meanwhile, my thumb worked its way into her vagina and my fingers poked into her ass. Though it seemed impossible, Barbie's passion moved to yet a higher level, and her hips alternately drove her pussy forward into my face, then pulled back to drive her asshole against my fingers. "Climb on my cock, Barbie," I told her when I had drunk my fill of her juices. She obediently lowered her pussy onto my up-thrust cock and began a slow rise and fall that had the effect of waving her huge breasts in my face. I grabbed both tits and squeezed hard, then used them to pull her forward, sucking one big nipple into my mouth and chewing it, then taking the other to do the same. Meanwhile, Barbie was pushing down on my cock harder and faster, chasing her orgasm, panting and whining in frustration as it continued to elude her. I withdrew my mouth from her tit and she drove up and down still harder. I watched as the tits barely moved even with her intense fucking. "Bend over, Barbie," I said. "Open your asshole." She pulled her sopping pussy off my cock with a slurping sound and knelt in front of me, reaching behind to pull her perfect cheeks apart to reveal the tiny brown pucker of her asshole. Inching her fingers forward, she pulled the hole slightly open. It was all I needed, as I positioned the head of my cock at the opening and pushed forward into her. I slammed hard into her ass a few more times, then leaned over to grab the big tits hanging down from her chest. "Come, Barbie," I commanded as I felt my semen rising. I drove my cock one last time deep into her bowels and squeezed tight on her huge breasts. The dollgirl shrieked violently and her body shook as the pent-up orgasm shot through her and my sperm shot into her. Her arms and legs turned rubbery and collapsed and I fell atop her, still shooting into her ass. When I looked up, I saw Beth lying languidly next to an exhausted GI Joe. "Not bad against Arab terrorists, but he poops out after just one little fuck," she giggled, lifting his flaccid cock and letting it flop down wetly against his belly. "But he was good while he lasted." "For a party that started out pretty dull," I remarked, "this turned out okay." Beth nodded agreement, looking about to see if there were any other possibilities, but apparently deciding she'd had enough. I agreed. 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