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{ASSM} Kari Gold, Teen P.I. #1 - Basic Blackmail, Part 3 (blackmail,
ffffffff SEX/bdsm- FINALLY)

This story is my property ... not that anyone would want to steal it,
but, hey, who knows what kind of weirdos are out there.  Oh yeah,
adults only, too (yeah, right!)


Thus continues the saga of Kari Gold's high school years.  More
installments to follow.

BTW, all my stories can be googled at:
http://groups.google.com/groups?q=group:alt.sex.stories.moderated+author:karigold_sky%40hotmail.com&hl=en


Kari Gold - Teen P.I. #1

Basic Blackmail, Part 3


5


WE NEED TO TALK.  TONIGHT.
5414 Cambridge Circle - 4:30PM.
Come to the back patio.  Tell NO ONE.
And make sure NO ONE sees you.

G


Sitting at one of the school library's PC stations, Kari Gold stared
at the only new message greeting her when she opened her Hotmail
account.  One year earlier, the teen sleuth had registered for an
anonymous email account so she could discreetly operate her fledgling
private detective business.  Although Kari Gold Investigations didn't
become an overnight sensation, posting handbills and business cards on
school and coffeehouse bulletin boards around the Stratford area had
gradually begun to pay off.

Since turning professional a year ago, Kari Gold had seen over a dozen
paying clients.  Most of them had been kids and troubled teens from
Stratford and the surrounding suburbs.  But, considering the
well-publicized cases she'd cracked over the summer, even some adults
had begun enlisting her services. Emails asking for assistance, then,
had become commonplace by now.  But this message was different.

The mysterious "G" no doubt belonged to Gina Baldassario.  A quick
check in the MSN White Pages proved Kari's assumption correct.  5414
Cambridge Circle was the residence of one "Baldassario, Anthony G."

Kari had been right after all.  The cheerleading captain had been
seeking her out that morning.  Something was going on with the
Stratford High Cheerleaders, something that now threatened one of
Kari's closest friends.  That's what made this case different.  Kari
always took it personally when one of her friends was in trouble.

Since the message had been sent through an anonymous remailer, Kari
had no way to respond to G and confirm their meeting.  So she filed
the email in her "New Cases" folder, signed out of her Hotmail account
and surfed over to the Ultimate Jack the Ripper website she
frequented.

"Are you finding everything all right?" Ms. Workman, the school's
assistant librarian, asked as she popped her head into Kari's cubicle.

"Yes, ma'am .. fine," Kari replied, looking up from the monitor with a
polite smile.

"And what is this we have here?" the librarian asked, moving in closer
to study the computer screen.  "I'm sorry, my dear," Ms. Workman
chastised the teen sleuth.  "This web page is totally inappropriate
for viewing in school."  Before Kari even had a chance to explain, the
assistant librarian was jotting down the web address on a small
notepad.  "It really is for your own good," she commented after she
finished writing.  "A girl your age doesn't need to be looking at such
things."

A moment later, she was bending over the keyboard and typing in a
command.  The Ripper website vanished, and Ms. Workman typed a new web
address into the browser.

GIRLZ WERLD
Where girlz RULE!

The new web page filled the screen.

What's Up with Make-Up?
"Just Friends" Just Sucks!
What's SHE Got?  Find Out ... and Steal It!
 From Britney to Destiny's Child - What the Divas Can Teach Us
On the Set with ... Amanda Bynes!

These articles and links to dozens of other frivolous features
cluttered the site's homepage.

"There," Ms. Workman pronounced triumphantly as numerous banner ads
and pop-up windows loaded.  "I think you'll find this site A LOT more
interesting.  It's very popular with the girls here.  And you can chat
with other girls in schools all around the world, too."

"Um .. thanks," Kari nodded, trying to appear grateful.  "That is
soooo kewl!"  The librarian patted Kari on the shoulder and moved to
the next cubicle.  "This is going to be a LONG year," Kari mused to
herself.

When she was sure the coast was clear, the teen detective clicked on
the PC's desktop icon and went to the Stratford School System's start
page.  From there, she opened the Control Panel and began bypassing
the Cyber-Guard safeties programmed into the network.  After resetting
... make that ELIMINATING the parameters, she returned to her homepage
and typed in the web address for the Ultimate Jack the Ripper site.

Seconds later, MURDER MOST FOUL streamed across the screen in
blood-red letters.

"Hey, the Cyber-Nanny's offline," a voice from one of the other
cubicles whispered to anyone within earshot.  "I am NOW looking at
PORN!"

Kari listened as a twenty five mouses and keyboards began clicking
away furiously.


As Kari Gold approached the Baldassario's backyard from the wooded lot
behind Cambridge Circle, she was surprised to see that a seven-foot
high wooden fence surrounded their property.  "You think she could
have told me that," Kari thought to herself angrily.

At this point, the freshman detective had two options - climb the
fence or find an alternate entrance.  Surveying the perimeter, Kari
noticed that one of the fence sections appeared to contain a narrow
gate.  As she came closer, she recognized a standard American deadbolt
lock.

Dipping into the homemade detective kit she'd fashioned out of one of
her mother's old make-up cases, she extracted her Number #3 Medium
lock pick and made quick business of the mechanism.  Entering the
backyard, she noticed immediately that the Baldassario's patio was an
enclosed area with tables, a barbecue, a small wet bar, and
all-weather furniture.  Seated on a plastic sofa, Gina Baldassario
watched in silence as Kari crossed the yard and approached the house.

"You made it," the cheerleader captain smiled drowsily as Kari walked
through the screen door.  Sprawled out along the all-weather couch,
Gina was lounging around in a red half-tee and tight white shorts.
The colors accentuated her bronzed legs and flat, tanned tummy.  Even
when she was slumming it, the senior beauty exuded 'cheerleader.'  "I
was wondering whether you got my email."   

"You could have told me about the fence," Kari replied, still a
trifled irritated.

"I needed to see if you were the real deal," Gina explained.  "By the
way - Bravo on the gate.  My dad keeps insisting it's burglar proof."
She picked up a bottled vodka cooler and tilted it towards the teen
sleuth in mock salute.  "Want one?" she offered, pointing towards a
mini-fridge located behind the wet bar.  "They're ice cold and Mm Mm
Good ..? ."

"No thanks," Kari responded as she further studied her surroundings.

In front of Gina, a glass-topped deck table was littered with five
freshly emptied bottles from a Smirnoff six-pack.  Seeing no evidence
that anyone else was present, Kari surmised that the troubled senior
had polished off the alcoholic beverages single-handedly.  Considering
that school had only let out an hour and a half earlier, Kari could
only assume that Gina had tied on quite a buzz by now.

"You know," Gina slurred, "you're really pretty, do you know that ..?"
Kari didn't know what to say in return, so she just remained silent
and took a seat.  "Sue never told me that," Gina continued.  "I mean
she told me ALL about you - her FRIEND, Kari Gold, the famous girl
detective - but she never mentioned how pretty you were.  Don't you
think that's odd?"

Kari shrugged her shoulders.  "Listen, I'm not sure what this has to
do with ..."

"You know," Gina interrupted Kari.  "The whole time before we actually
met, I kept imagining you as this kind of butch, dykey kind of girl,
you know .. short, spiky hair, wearing vests all the time.  Kind of
like that one dyke .. the country music one who used to be big .. like
when we were kids ..?"

"k.d. lang ..?" Kari offered, not quite sure why she was even playing
along with the drunk, rambling teen.  

"Yeah, her .." Gina drawled.  "That's how I pictured you.  But then I
saw you this morning.  I saw you walking in with Sue, and I just knew
that had to be you.  You're really hot, do you know that ..?"  The
cheerleader captain seemed genuinely surprised at this revelation.
"As hot as me or Donna or Gwen or anyone else on the squad .. maybe
even hotter .. I mean you're DEFINITELY hotter than Rochelle .."

"I'm sorry, Gina," Kari finally cut off the rambling cheerleader.
"But I don't see what this has to do with the trouble you're in."

"Trouble?" Gina sat back on the plastic sofa, laughed, and chugged
down the remainder of her sixth vodka cooler.  "What makes you think
I'm in any trouble?"

"I saw what was happened today - to Qarri, and then to you and the
other cheerleaders at lunch.  I also saw the terror in Sue's eyes this
morning before school, and I talked to Devon.  She was so frightened
that she wet herself.  Something's going on with the cheerleaders.
You're all in some kind of trouble, and if you want my help you're
going to have to start leveling with me .. RIGHT NOW!"

"Sue told me you were the real serious type," Gina observed.  She
staggered into a standing position, stretched, and then meandered over
towards the wet bar.  "You sure I can't get you something?  I mean
it's no problem.  My parents don't care if my friends and I drink
here, as long as we're not driving."

"I get the feeling that you're avoiding the issue," Kari Gold stood up
as she spoke.  "Maybe when you're ready to talk to me, we can .."

"Oh, I'm ready all right," Gina interrupted.  She punctuated this by
opening another vodka cooler.  "The question is, are you ready?"

"I'm always ready," Kari replied.

"I thought the same thing, too," Gina observed softly, " .. before all
this started."  She turned to the patio door that led into the house.
"Well, I guess it's time."  She opened the sliding door and turned
back to Kari Gold.  "Follow me.  Don't worry.  My parents won't be
home until after 6."  Gina entered the house, and Kari followed her.
"I called off cheerleading practice today, you know."

"I was wondering about that," Kari commented as the girls walked
through the kitchen and into the living room.

"You know, Qarri was suspended today," Gina elaborated as she rounded
a corner and alighted a winding staircase that led to the house's
second floor.  "After the incident in Biology Class."

"I kind of thought she might be," Kari fell into step behind the
cheerleader.

"She was kicked off the squad, too," Gina added.  "You know, by the
time this little drama plays itself out, there might not even BE a
cheerleading squad anymore.  What do you think about that?"

"I think that would be very unfortunate for everyone," Kari answered.

"Do you REALLY?" Gina asked, a drunken smirk across her face.  "Let's
be honest here for a sec, okay ..?  You don't like cheerleaders, do
you, Kari?"

"That's not true," the teen sleuth reacted defensively.  "One of my
best friends is a cheerleader."

"And you HATE that, don't you?"

"No, not at all.  If that's what she wants to do, that's great," Kari
asserted.

"But you'd rather she didn't, right ..?" Gina pressed.  Suddenly she
stopped in front of a closed door.  A gold plaque at eye level read
GINA in fancy script writing.  "You'd rather Sue stay just the way she
always was, right ..?  You don't like the fact that she made the
squad, do you ..?  None of your friends do, do they ..?  TELL ME THE
TRUTH, Kari Gold, or I won't go any further."

"I don't have anything against cheerleaders," Kari protested.

"But you don't like us, do you ..?"  Gina paused.  "Do you?  And be
honest with me.  Because right now I need someone who is totally
honest with me, someone I can TOTALLY trust."

Kari sized up the situation and decided to level with Gina .. for
Sue's sake.  "You're right.  I don't like cheerleaders.  I find them
shallow, superficial and basically silly.  If they weren't always so
stuck up and mean, I'd probably just ignore them like all the other
stupid cliques in school.  But you can't ignore cheerleaders, can you?
The way school is set up, that's impossible.  The school throws them
in your face every minute of every day.  They tell all the rest of the
girls that THIS is the way they SHOULD be, that this is what they
SHOULD aspire to - standing on the sidelines and cheering while BOYS
get all the REAL glory.  Personally, I think that's a sucky example to
set."

"Really?" Gina finally interjected, more amused than annoyed.  "And
why is that?"

"Because girls should worry about A LOT MORE than how they look, or
how popular they are.  And I especially HATE how cheerleading creates
a BULLSHIT class system among us.  We all have enough problems in our
lives just being girls in a boys' world.  Then you get cheerleaders
telling us this is the way it SHOULD be, that we really should be
content standing on the sidelines."

Gina smiled and took a swig from her vodka cooler.  "But you're
jealous, too, aren't you ..?" she suddenly asked.  "Come on, be
honest," she goaded the freshman sleuth.  "You'd LOVE to have everyone
look at you the way they look at me, and Donna, and Gwen .. and Sue."

"I don't NEED that kind of attention," Kari answered.  "And I don't
want it either."

"That's easy for you to say," Gina mused as she opened her bedroom
door.  "You know, we're not all as independent, smart and motivated as
you, Kari Gold.  Some of us don't have brains or talent to fall back
on.  Some of us NEED our looks to get by." 

The senior walked into her bedroom, and Kari followed her.  Instantly,
the teen detective found herself transported into Gina's world -
trophies, ribbons, banners and hundreds upon hundreds of smiling,
spirit-filled snapshots COVERING the walls.  It took almost a minute
for the whole thing to sink in.

"Close the door," Gina directed Kari while she sat down at her desk.
As Kari shut the door, the cheerleading captain began calling up a
file on her computer.  "Come over here and look at this," Gina called
out over her shoulder.  "You want to know what's going on?  Well here
it is - in the flesh."  Gina chuckled coldly.

Curiously, Kari approached the desk.  FINALLY, she was going to get
some answers.

Windows Media Player filled the large computer monitor, and a grainy
picture sat frozen in the frame.  It took a moment for Kari Gold to
focus her eyes and make out the blurry images on the screen.  The
scene showed an empty, open shower area.  The walls appeared to be
made of wood, and the floor was covered in dirty, cracked cement.
Pipes crisscrossed the filthy ceiling, and approximately twenty
dripping showerheads hung down from the rafters like stainless steel
phalli.   

"It's an mpeg," Gina explained, "taken while we were at cheerleading
camp two weeks ago.  Someone emailed this to me anonymously the day
after we got back home.  Judging by the angle, I guess they hid a
camera in one of the fan vents in the main washhouse.  You're looking
down into the shower area.  I think the rest will be
self-explanatory."  She hesitated a moment, the cursor hovering over
the viewer's PLAY icon.  "Like I said, I sure hope you're ready for
this."

A second later, Gina's finger clicked the mouse, and the video started
streaming ...


6


The shower area remains empty and silent for almost ten seconds before
you hear the voices.  At first, they are soft, like the cries of
far-off sea gulls.  But the cawing grows until you can make out the
first words.

" .. in here," a bitter, feminine voice snarls.  "Move it, sows!
Christ, they get worse and worse every year, don't they ..?"

"I can't believe we even found four new girls for the squad," another
girl's voice chimes in.

Shadows sweep into the scene first, followed by bodies - girls'
bodies.  Walking upright, four pretty teens clad in red belly shirts
and tight white shorts enter the picture.  You recognize them
immediately - Gina Baldassario, Donna Penoyer, Gwen Nazarian and Haley
Vega.  Each holds in her hand a leash, and at the end of each leash,
wearing studded choke collars, crawl four naked, blindfolded girls -
Rochelle Urban to Haley, Qarri Klingbeil to Gwen Nazarian, Devon
Lindler to Donna Penoyer, and Sue Jurkowski to Gina Baldasarrio.

"STAY sows!" Donna Penoyer commands the groveling girls.  She kicks
Devon in the butt, hands Gina her leash, and then vanishes off the
screen.

"It's time to get slopped you sows," Gina Baldassario announces.  "Now
let's hear it, piggies.  Soo-Weeee!" she hollers at the top of her
lungs.

As if on cue, the four groveling girls began snorting and grunting
excitedly like pigs.

"I can't hear you!" Haley Vega jeers.  Suddenly, from her side she
withdraws a long thin branch.  The switch sizzles across the air,
landing with a sharp THWACK on Rochelle Urban's wide, bare ass.

"Uhhgg .." the chubby cheerleader moans while Haley rubs her fresh,
pink bruise. 

"Aww, poor sow," Haley coos.  "Did that HURT?!"  The switch whistles
through the air again.  THWACK!  "I can't hear you, SOW!" Haley taunts
the bawling girl.  THWACK!  Three long red lacerations now score the
sophomore's plump butt.

Rochelle begins snorting fitfully now, her whole body heaving and
writhing beneath the relentless assault.  THWACK!!  The chubby
cheerleader tries to shield her bare bottom by sitting on the dirty
concrete.  THWACK!!!  The switch finds one of her naked, exposed
breasts.  She ducks and covers.  THWACK!!!!  The switch scores a blow
across her spine, sending the plump pom-pom girl scrabbling across the
cement floor.

"Stupid sow!" Haley spits, jerking her arm back and snapping
Rochelle's neck with the choke chain.  "STUPID .."  THWACK!  "STUPID
.." THWACK!!  "STUPID .." THWACK!!!!  "SOW!"  THWACCCCK!!!!!  "Let's
hear it!  NOW!!"  THWACK!!!!

Rochelle starts snorting and squealing as she rolls around in agony
across the filthy floor.

"What about the rest of you sows?" Gwen Nazarian produces her own
switch and starts swishing it menacingly through the air.

The whole shower area now erupts with a robust round of desperate pig
snorts.  But to no avail.  THWACK!  THWACK!!  THWACK!!!  Gina, Haley
and Gwen begin raining blow after prickly blow across their victims'
tender, vulnerable bodies.

When Devon Lindler begins sobbing, Gina Baldassario gets right in her
face.  "CHEERLEADERS DON'T CRY, you worthless sow."  THWACK!!!!  Her
switch seers across Devon's bare back.  The terrorized teen weeps even
harder.  THWACK!!!!!  "I said 'cheerleaders don't cry!'" the senior
captain repeats.

Devon switches from bawling to a blubbering grunt.  Gina stifles the
freshman's snorts by squatting over the girl's face, grinding her
white shorts into her victim's howling mouth.

"I found the slop buckets," Donna suddenly reappears.  After a few
more sharp blows, Gina, Gwen and Haley let up on their captives.  Gina
hands back Devon's leash to Donna.  "Were you a good little sow?"
Donna asks the crying girl.

"Look at her," Gina spits in disgust.  "She's bawling like a baby.  I
told her cheerleaders don't cry, but she just KEEPS ON crying.  I
think you're wrong, Donna.  I don't think the sow has what it takes."

"NO!" Devon screeches.  "I do.  I do have what it takes.  PLEASE!!"

"We'll see about that, sow," Donna cackles, the back of her hand
stroking Devon's tear-drenched cheek.  Everyone then watches silently
as Donna places four steel buckets on the floor.  She steps back and
points at them.  "You've been holding it for two days.  Now we're
finally allowing you to go.  YOU!" she points to Qarri Klingbeil.
"Fill your bucket.  NOW!"

"Please .. no .." the pretty freshman begs.

"Do you want to be on the squad, SOW?" Gina berates the cringing teen.
"Well, do you?"  Gina's only reply is a fresh round of tears.  "Drag
her sorry ass out of here," Gina orders Gwen.  "She doesn't have what
it takes to wear the Red and White."

"PLEASE ..!" Qarri shrieks desperately.  "PLEASE!!"

"You know what you have to do, sow," Donna reminds her.  "Every girl
privileged enough to wear this uniform has to PROVE her worth.  Until
you do that, you're just a stupid sow like all the rest of the
worthless sows at Stratford High.  You have an opportunity to BE
SOMETHING, sow.  Now get over here, GO in this bucket, and PROVE you
have what it takes to be one of us."

"Otherwise, we'll drag your ass out of here and tell Ms. Stoike to cut
you," Gina adds for further incentive.  "We'll also tell everyone in
school that you got kicked off because you're a fucking DYKE!  Is that
what you want, sow .. to have everyone in school calling you a fucking
DYKE?!"

"No .. please .." the girl blubbers.

"Then you know what you have to do," Gwen prods the girl at the end of
her leash.  When Qarri still doesn't move, Gwen kicks the slender
girl's thin, muscular ass .. HARD!  Qarri flies face first into the
dirty concrete floor.  Gwen grabs the freshman's long straggly hair
and yanks up her head.  "Don't embarrass me, sow," she hisses in the
groveling girl's ear.  "Now DO IT!"

Qarri can't help but crawl towards the buckets as Gwen leads her by
the hair.  THWACK!!  THWACK!!  Two more lashes with the switch coax
Qarri up into a kneeling position.

"Sit on the bucket," Gwen orders, her fingers pinching the ninth
graders raspberry-sized nipple.

"Titty-Twister," Haley spurs her sadistic squad mate on.

As Gwen begins to crank her fingers into a clockwise motion, Qarri
lets loose with a blood-curdling scream.  "I'll do it!" she sobs.  "I
swear .. I swear I will."

Her slender body wracked with sobs, the pretty freshman hauls her limp
body into a crouching position, then sits her thin bottom down on the
bucket.

"Shhh .." Gina orders the others.  "Lets hear it."

The microphone on the hidden video camera is strong enough to pick up
the whizzing pee and plopping poop as it evacuates against the cold
steel.  Thoroughly BROKEN now, Qarri just collapses on the floor when
her ordeal has finished.

"Your next," Gina tells Sue Jurkowski.  All it takes is one tug of the
leash before the bosomy blond beauty crawls over to the next empty
bucket ...


"STOP IT!" Kari Gold hissed.  "NOW!"

"You don't want to see the rest?" the cheerleading captain asked.

"NO!" Kari barked.  She reached over, wrested the mouse from Gina's
hand and X'ed out of Windows Media Player.

"It gets even better," Gina sneered drunkenly.  "Maybe you'd like me
to email you the file so you can watch it in private."

"I should call the school and have you expelled," Kari snapped at the
cheerleading captain.  "Hell, I should call the goddam cops on you .."

"But you won't .."

"And what makes you think that?" Kari challenged.

"Because you can't," Gina answered smugly.  "I'm your client."

"Like HELL you are."

"Listen, if you don't help me, you don't help Sue," Gina explained.
"And if you don't help Sue, the person who made this video is going to
keep blackmailing ALL of us, until we're forced to do things that
might really get us in trouble .. or worse."

"What are you talking about?" Kari found herself asking.

"Check out my emails," Gina rose from her chair and pointed to her
computer.  "The demands are getting worse and worse with every one.
READ THEM!"

"I'm not going t help you .." Kari backed away towards the bedroom
door.

"Why?" Gina yelled.  "Because we're cheerleaders?  Because we DESERVE
this?"  The senior downed the rest of her vodka cooler and laughed at
Kari.  "Just look at you standing there.  All self-righteous ad
judging US!  How about judging YOURSELF for a change?  I mean that's
your friend you're willing to put in danger JUST so you can feel
superior."  Gina clicked her mouse, opened one of her email messages
and turned back to Kari.

The girl detective hadn't left yet.  Something told her there was more
to this horrid, twisted situation.  For Sue's sake, she owed it to her
friend to learn everything about this threat.

"READ it!" Gina challenged the Kari.  "READ it and then tell me you
can just walk away from this."               

Seeing no other choice, Kari moved closer to the desk now, leaned over
and read the email on the monitor.  It was dated that very day, and
the time read 2:04PM:


Hi CUNT!

For my next request, I'd like to play with the blond freshman, the one
with the big tits.  There's a park down by Stratford Landings.  Send
the slut there TONIGHT at exactly 7:30PM.  Make her wear her complete
cheerleading uniform.  In the park, she'll find a bald, tattooed man
in a leather jacket walking a pit bull.  She's to approach him and say
her name is "Candy," and that she's looking to earn some money.  Then
she is to do whatever the man says for exactly one hour.  After that,
she is free to go.  If she doesn't show up, the video will be sent to
every email box on the Stratford Schools network.  If she doesn't
comply with 100% of his demands, the video will be sent to every email
box on the Stratford Schools network.  If you call the police or
attempt to get assistance in any way, the video will be sent to every
email box on the Stratford Schools network.  If you do ANYTHING
besides follow these instructions exactly, the video will be sent to
every email box on the Stratford Schools network.

Pitch


"Do you see what I'm talking about now?" Gina asked.

"This is insane," Kari Gold gasped.  "You can't even possibly THINK
that Sue's going to go out there.  I'll have the Stratford Police
stake out the park .. bust the guy.  Then we'll find out who's behind
all this."

"Gee, is THAT your plan?" Gina spat contemptuously.  "I mean I could
do that."

"Then why haven't you?  Why are you letting this creep blackmail you?"
Kari hissed back.

"Because he can," Gina sighed.  "If he ever released that video, we'd
ALL be ruined."

"You mean YOU'D be punished," Kari corrected the senior.  "You, Donna,
Gwen and Haley.  Personally, I think you deserve it."

"I'm sure you do," Gwen sneered.  "But you haven't seen the whole
video, have you ..?"  She paused and let that sink in.  "Maybe you'd
like to ask Sue what happened later.  The initiation isn't all like
what you saw.  After the new recruits prove themselves, they get
rewarded.  Sue, in particular, REALLY seemed to enjoy herself.  A LOT
of people around here wouldn't understand that," Gina observed.  "I
think you know what I mean.  So maybe you'd like to call Sue and ask
her how she feels about letting the entire school system into her
kinky little secrets."  Gina picked up the phone on her desk and
handed the receiver to Kari.  "Go ahead.  She's home.  Call her." 

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THAT'S IT FOR PART 3.  If you have any questions or comments, please
email me at karigold_sky@hotmail.com or post a response on
alt.sex.stories.d .

C'ya!
Kari Gold

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