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Subject: {ASSM} Taken in Adultery by Vickie Tern 6/9 TG femdom
Date: Fri, 21 Feb 2003 19:10:03 -0500
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Man Taken in Adultery
Vickie Tern


                               vi.

"Well, you've begun them now!" Tina's voice said.  "Congratulations
darling, you'll soon be as bona fide a woman as any other!  As I
am!  While I have the alcohol out, I might as well do your ears
too."  

And I felt a sharp sting in the lobes of first one ear, then the
other.  My God had she just pierced my ears?

"Just simple gold studs till they heal, honey.  I've locked them in
for safety.  They won't come out till I take them out, don't worry. 
In about two weeks time, just stop by, no appointment needed. 
This design looks very refined, they're suitable for anything, from
daytime scurrying about to late evening romancing.   When you heal
you can replace them with anything you like, but I wouldn't advise
heavy pendants or chandeliers for maybe a month."

Pierced ears?  Now I did give Carrie up for lost.  My heart fell
into my shoes, those flat scooped shoes with the deep vamp.  My
married life was over.  Gail wanted to play with me as if I were
a Barbie doll, so Tina was making me over to look like one.
Carrie would leave me the moment she saw me!

"You may feel a little nauseous for a few days," Tina continued. 
"But this is a marvelous hormone cocktail!   Your skin will feel it
immediately, by tomorrow, and your breasts may start to bud even as
soon as next week.  Mine did.  When these shots wear off in six
months or so you'll be very nearly where you should be.  All you'll
need after that will be skin patches to maintain a modest dosage
level, with a different patch to help you simulate your monthlies. 
Most girls wear them on the insides of their thighs, but maybe your
thighs will be too busy clutching at your boyfriends' bodies?  You
won't have any problem attracting boys, honey, trust me.  I don't!
Anyhow, it's my gift to you -- think of it as a kind of jump-start
-- all time-released direct into your bloodstream for six months,
perfectly safe, no liver involvement at all so no doctors needed,
and you won't really need another ever."

Whatever was Tina talking about?  She once again motioned me out of
the chair and led me to the dryer, and pulled the hood down, and
surrounded my head with it practically to my shoulders.  It made a
loud wooshing sound, I could hear nothing.  Twenty minutes later
when she turned it off, the burning sensation in my upper arms had
ceased.  I could forget about it if I wanted to.

But instead, as Tina began to brush and stroke and paint my face,
and began to talk about how eye shadow should be carried way out to
the tip of the brow, I tried to pick up where we'd left off. 
"Nauseous, Tina?" I asked.  "Why?  From the piercings?"

"No, honey.  The piercings and the injections are two different
things, but I wanted you to have them both!  Really, my heart goes
out to you!  Because I know just how you must feel, coming out
altogether after all these years!  Your first perm, your first
manicure, your first everything!  You must be feeling like a girl
at her first communion!  I'd give you a white dress to help you
celebrate, if I had one!"

"Injections?  What injections, Tina?"  I tried to stay calm, but I
was now beginning to panic.

Tina seemed very proud of herself.  "Just a little something to
improve your skin and your figure and your future.  I wish they'd
had that shot when I was starting out, instead of all those purple
Premarin pills I had to take, three times a day, day after day for
five years.  This is everything in one shot, your complete
adolescence.  Estinyl Estradiol for your girlhood and Progestin for
your nipples, and a few other things.  It's magic, wait and see! 
Almost instant breasts, hips, softening of your face and
redistribution of your fatty tissue, all the seductive curves any
girl will ever want, and all accomplished in only six months!  I'd
have added some Aldactone to block the androgens in your testicles,
so your penis won't misbehave and embarrass you while the rest
happens.  But I'll be rid of those dangly things altogether in only
a few more months, so I let my supply run out.  Your endo can get
you some, or if you're shy I can put you in touch with my
supplier."

Hormones?  This idiot thought I was like him, one of his kind? 
That I want to be a woman?   Just because I'm dressed like a woman
and my skin smells like flowers and my eyelids are shadowed and I'm
getting a permanent and a girly hair style and ...!  

And it struck me.  My God!  How do I stop this thing from
happening?  The rest can be managed, reversed -- shave my head,
maybe, and wait for that scent to wear off, then appeal to Carrie
to come back to me, maybe.  But now?  Injected with hormones?  How
can I ever get them out of me again?  I can't, he shot me up nearly
a half-hour ago, by now all those tiny little time release droplets
are everywhere in my bloodstream, depositing themselves in my body
cells, biding their time.  What will they do to me?  Is there an
antidote?  Will there be anything left of me for Carrie to return
to?

"There!  Now go out and break hearts, honey!"  Tina whipped off the
pale purple cape covering me, and proudly turned my chair around to
face the mirror.

Already there was nothing left of me.  Under a cute, curly blonde
cap I saw a sweet girl's face, wide-eyed, with a plum colored,
pouting mouth.  As I stared back she slowly lowered her smoky
eyelids as if an especially wicked idea had just occurred to her,
some new way to seduce me.  Then she opened them wide again as if
perfectly innocent.  Her bejeweled fingertips flew to her mouth in
surprise.  "Oh, my!" she said.  I said.  That was me speaking.

"I should say so!" Gail's voice said behind me.  I turned and
looked wide-eyed at her.  She was sitting along the wall,
delighted.   "Aren't you just lovely, Bobbi!  A living doll!   That
hairdo is adorable!  I had no idea it would turn out so well!  Just
look at you!  What a waste that you've been a man all this time! 
Tina, you've out-done yourself!  Yes, you'll certainly get that
shop you've been wanting, just as soon as Jason signs the
certification papers!  You're a genius!"

Tina looked down modestly.  "Thank you Ms. Hanover," she said, her
voice trembling, deeply moved.  "But really, it's easy to make
someone like Bobbi beautiful.  A touch here, a touch there, and
she's exactly what you want her to be."

"Yes, I've noticed that about her.  Did you enjoy everything,
Bobbi?  Your first hairdo and your first makeover!"

I was still preoccupied with whatever it was that Tina had injected
into my body, so I couldn't answer.  I just continued to stare
wide-eyed at her.  

"I think she's still a little overwhelmed, Ms. Hanover.  I gave her
some extras.  Like I pierced her ears, because really, with those
small ear lobes she'd always be losing clip earrings, and really,
clip earrings are so ... nowhere."

"Why, so you did!  Well!  Enjoy them, Bobbi!"  

"But even better!  A boyfriend who's a doctor gave me some
all-in-one, all-at-once injectable hormones not long ago, not
realizing that I've about completed my girlhood, that now I'm on
only sustaining doses.  So I just gave them to Bobbi.  One shot in
each shoulder and in six months she'll be everything she's
wanted to be all of her life.  I thought she could use them.  Her
skin isn't what it should be, and of course a girl can always do
with a little more up front."  

"That's certainly true," Gail said.  She turned to me with a
curious expression and asked, "Bobbi honey, do you think you might
want to inject those hormones some day?  Become everything you've
always wanted to be?"

She didn't know!  I began to break down.  "They're in me now,
Gail," I said sharply.  "Tina injected them without asking me!" 
And I choked and could say nothing more than that.

Gail heard the injury and fear in my voice, and her eyes narrowed. 
But she only said carefully,  "A surprise gift for Bobbi, then,
Tina?  How thoughtful of you!"  Then looking at me closely she
added, "Don't worry, honey.  You'll see, there are all sorts of
advantages to this happening now.  I'll see to it that you get
every one of them."

I didn't know what she meant exactly, but it was a small
consolation that she could acknowledge an injury had been done me.
I rose from the salon chair feeling like a newly-manufactured doll,
with my curly blonde hairdo and huge eyes, and my slippery women's
clothes enclosing me.  And my new, strange awareness that inside me
my body had begun to transform itself irreversibly.  We left
through the same red door we'd entered, and then we both sat
unmoving in Gail's car.  Neither of us said anything.  

"Well!" she said at last.  "This is unanticipated.  Much faster
than I wanted anything to happen.  Tina certainly does enter into
the spirit of things."  

She sat quiet, then added. "But it's happened, Bobbi, and that's
that.  I'm sorry you won't have the opportunity to ask for them, as
I'm sure you would have one day.  But I'm not sorry for you.  If
anything, I'm glad!  As I've said, it's probably all to the good.
Because now you can now feel all the more free to relax and enjoy
yourself with me, isn't that true?"  She turned toward me and
waited for an answer.

I sat with my hands folded across my lap, looking straight ahead,
and said nothing.

She continued.  "Have you any idea how pretty you are right now,
Bobbi?  Tina really is a miracle worker when a girl has the basic
good looks to begin with!"

Now she'd just called me a girl to my face, directly.  She was
accepting the inevitable, I supposed, and trying to help me do the
same.  Consoling me.  Flattering me.  I turned toward her and
acknowledged her efforts with a quick, cheerless smile.

"What a frump!" was her response.  Her voice took on a faintly
annoyed edge.  "Bobbi, I've already told you that this will all
turn out to your advantage, and I'll see that it does.  You're my
companion, my girlfriend next door, moreso than either of us
anticipated, and sooner, but just what I've wanted for a long time! 
I want your happiness!  I think you should believe me!  Do you
understand what I'm saying?"

I didn't, not at all, but this time I nodded.  I felt I had to.

"You'll love it!  It isn't the end of the world, it's the beginning
of another world," she said.  "You may end up living in the best of
both worlds.  I envy you."  

More silence.  Then quietly, earnestly, worriedly, "Bobbi, you've
been a dear so far -- I can see why Carrie fell in love with you. 
I know exactly why she'll never ever let you go, even if you don't
know.  You're so good!  You're good for any girl's morale!  You're
willing to do anything I ask, no matter how embarrassing.  Hasn't
any of it been pleasurable?"

This time she waited to hear my answer.  I thought about the times
and ways I'd cum just in the last two days.  The way the dress felt
on my softened skin.  I let out a small self-betraying squeal.
"Yes" I said in a teeny voice.

"Yes?"  She waited longer.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Yes.  And now I want to reward you, honey.  Jason will be bringing
your dress and your other things from Yvette's home.  They may be
there waiting for us already."  She started the car.

I still felt dispirited.  "Ma'am," I said.  "I'd rather not wear a
dress any more today.  Haven't I done enough?  Can't I just wear
pants this evening?"

"Bobbi, we're going to a very fine restaurant where only the men
wear pants, and all the women wear dresses, rather elegant designer
dresses too, women who are proud they can afford to buy them and
proud of the way they look in them.  They want to show them off to
each other.  You've seen your head and your face.  You know what
you look like now. Do you really think for a moment that you can
pass for a man in pants in a fancy restaurant?"

Again she waited for an answer.  "Bobbi?" she asked.

"No, ma'am." I said.  It was simple truth.  I'd look like a cute
girl in pants.  A darling girl.

"No," she agreed.  "And if those hormones are what Tina thinks, in
a few months you won't be able to pass for a man even if you walk
into a restaurant stark naked.  Especially if you walk in stark
naked.  So get used to it!"

I sat silent as she drove home.  She was right.  I looked now like
the kind of girl boys take on picnics so after the hot dogs and
potato salad they can lie down with in tall grass with them. 
Artless, a good sport, sprightly and pretty and appreciative.  As
easy-care as my hairdo.  A fun-loving lay, a sure thing.  There was
nothing much masculine left in me.  Especially in my blood stream.
It was time for me to take up a new life.  

And now, I suddenly realized, the problem wasn't how I'd feel when
Carrie left me.  It was how Carrie would feel when she saw me and
realized she'd have to leave me.  My poor sweet Carrie.  I loved
her, and she didn't deserve this.  My eyes began to tear.  I
blotted them.  But now I felt terrible!

When we arrived at the circle we drove past my driveway, soon no 
longer mine, and I looked at it wistfully as we turned into Gail's.
There was another car already there, a yellow Camaro.  I was in no
mood to go out later, pretending I was a girl, and was momentarily 
hopeful.  "You have a visitor, ma'am," I said.  "One of those men 
who visit you regularly?  Maybe he can take you to this dinner tonight?"

The idea amused her.  "Oh, good heavens no!" she said, laughing. 
"I can't ever be seen in public with any man other than Tom.  You
know that!  That's why you're no longer a man!  But anyhow, no,
that car's Jason's.  What a marvelous notion, Jason one of my
lovers?  Jason's as gay as a song bird in the Spring mating season,
Bobbi!   He's the owner of the salon we just left, the man who
taught Tina all of her tricks.  Tina wants to marry him some day. 
He just did my hair while Tina did yours.  Do you like it?"

I looked.  It was arranged in the kind of artless disarray women
found fashionable nowadays.  Carrie had that done to her when we
were going to a play or the opera. It was like uncombing hair,
undoing it, but I knew it took hours.

"Tell me, Bobbi.  Women always compliment other women on their
looks.  You may as well get used to it."

"It's the very latest, isn't it?" I ventured. "Carrie wears hers
like that sometimes."

"Good try, sweetheart.  But women don't enjoy comparisons with
other women.  We like to think we're each unique.  A simple 'I
love your hair,' spoken enthusiastically or dutifully is all
women ever really expect from other women."  

"I love your hair," I said dutifully.  Then, trying to be nice
about it, since women do appreciate compliments, I added, "It
really is very becoming."

She saw what I was doing, and brightened immediately.  "Do you
really think so?  You dear!  Now, didn't it feel nice, saying that
as one woman to another?"  

She suddenly put her hand on my forearm in a gesture of sympathy.
"Oh, poor Bobbi!  I do feel so sorry for you, so many changes in
so little time, and so many more on the way.  But they're wonderful
changes -- they really will all be for the best, we'll see that
they are!  Now let's go see the goodies Jason's brought us.  I
think your own hair's fabulous, by the way.  So is your whole look!"
 
"Thank you," I replied.  Oddly, her remark cheered me a little.

A muscular man in a muscle shirt came up from the edge of their
garden when he heard our car doors slam shut.  "Mrs. Hanover!" he
said.  "And this is Bobbi!  Doesn't Tina do incredible work? 
It's true.  I'm Jason!"   And he took my right hand and kissed it
before relinquishing it again as if reluctantly.  

As he bent to that greeting I saw that his well-shaped head was
utterly bald, shaved clean, as were his arms and whatever I could
see of his chest.  But his arms and shoulders bulged, every muscle
carved out and distinct from every other.  He saw me looking at him
and grinned.  "Yes, I'm a bodybuilder," he said.  "Northeast State
Champion last year.  A matter of personal pride, but young women
like Tina find it attractive, and lots of young men too.  Feel my
belly!"

And he took my hand and placed on his stomach just above his belt. 
It was like touching granite.  "I'm just as hard lower down," he
confessed to me confidentially.  I glanced at Gail, a little
frightened, and saw she was watching the scene with calm interest. 
"See?" he added.  He took my hand and placed it on his groin. 
Through the fabric of his pants --  there was no denying it -- I
felt his erect penis.  We stood there a moment like that.  I was
paralyzed.  Yes, it was a cock, a thick one and a long one, much
like that dildo Gail had used on me yesterday.  But this was the
real thing.  The first I had ever touched apart from my own.  It
throbbed!  I snatched my hand away as if it might bite me!

"Shall we go inside, people?" Gail asked.  "You brought our things
from Yvette, I assume, Jason?"

"Oh yes, Ms. Hanover.  I put them by the rear door in case I had to
leave before you arrived."

"But you don't have to leave just now, do you?"

He looked at me with a pleased grin.  "No, Ms. Hanover, I'm at your
service."

"Then let's go inside.  I want you to do Bobbi a favor."

When we were back in that now well-remembered living room, she
motioned for me to sit on the sofa, exactly where I'd sat when she
first mounted me and took my marital fidelity away from me forever. 

"What kind of favor, Ms. Hanover," Jason asked curiously.

"This young woman sometimes can't contain herself.  Or rather, her
panties don't seem able to contain her cock.  I'd like you to
reduce it somewhat, take some of the pressure off so she'll be able
to wear a rather clingy dress this evening without risking
embarrassment."

"Of course," Jason replied as courteously as if she'd asked him to
bring her a whisky and water.

"Not just with your hand, not what you wanted from Bobbi just now. 
I want it to feel as warm and wet and wonderful to her as my pussy
did yesterday when she was still a man and pushing inside it.  She's
decided not to be a man anymore.  So my loss is your gain."

"You're so kind, Ms. Hanover.  I'd love to.  Bobbi, are you
comfortable?  Would you like to lean back just a little, and spread
your legs just a little more?  Yes.  Now, do you want to take
yourself out for me, or shall I do it?  Oh, you just luxuriate,
enjoy feeling indulged, I'll do it all."

And he bent over and kissed me on my lips!  A man kissed me!  On my
mouth!  I tried to remember what I looked like in Tina's mirror. 
I was a sporty college girl being kissed by a man!  Then Jason sank
down further and slid my skirt up, and tugged my panties to one
side, and I sprang free!  My cock was hard, anticipating Jason's
mouth!  My cock was gay!  Or maybe it didn't care, it yearned to be
somewhere warm and wet and wonderful and that was that! 

And Jason bent over.  I watched entranced!  This was homosexuality,
there was no escaping it!  Maybe I was dressed like a girl, and
maybe I looked like one, but I knew better, and he knew better, he
was gay after all.  A man was about to give me a blow job.  I
glanced desperately at Gail, but she wasn't looking at me, she was
watching Jason.  He grasped me around my waist and his head sank
down.

And now there was a man grasping my buttocks and holding me close
to him as he kissed the tip of my cock.  I couldn't back away, so
I tried to dissociate myself -- this was not my cock.  But I
couldn't ignore the soft, pillowy feel of his lips as he took me
into his warm, silky mouth, and I felt his tongue stroking the
underside.  It was my cock all right, and a joy that it was mine. 
He seemed enamored of it, twisting his head to try to swallow me
deeper, with occasionally a whine heard deep in his throat. 
Licking and sucking and swallowing me up, again and again, as my
excitement mounted and the tension became unbearable, and at that
moment he swallowed me whole, his throat all warm, wet velvet, and
I seized his hair and pulled his head fully into my groin and
thrust into his maw and shrieked and spurted, over and over -- it
had to be directly into his belly.

We held ourselves still, just like that.  Then I released Jason's
head and he sat back on his heels, silent and satisfied now,
enjoying the sight of me trying to recover from my climax, working
his tongue, licking my sperm from around the inside of his mouth. 
After a while he rose and sat down next to me on the sofa and took
my hand.  He seemed in some ways gratified, in some ways expectant.

Why soon became clear.  Gail had been watching my surrender to the
joys, the ecstasies of a superb blow job even though performed by
a man.  "Do you think you're gay, now, Bobbi?" she asked.

"I don't know," I replied.  The idea was much less repellent than
it had been.  That had felt very nice!  His blow jobs were
sensational, in fact!

"That's good," she said.  "Maybe you are, and maybe you aren't.  If
you were a girl, you'd enjoy knowing there's a man between your
legs nibbling on you.  Then you'd feel no more gay than earlier
today, when you were down between my legs nibbling my clit and
sucking two men's cum out of me!"

I nodded.  This was already the longest day of my life.  Did that
happen only this morning?  No, it was later, only a few hours ago!

"But now you have a problem girls always have with their boy
friends, honey.  How do you think a girl should thank a man who's
just given her so much pleasure?"  She flashed me a conspiratorial
grin.  "Do you think a good night kiss is enough?"

I saw where she was heading.  She wanted me to reciprocate in kind. 
Could I suck a man's cock?  I'd sucked her dildo not that long ago. 
Gail was going to have her way whatever I thought I could do, I
knew it.  She wanted me to suck his cock.  And suck it now.  I
decided then and there that if I had to, and I saw no way out, I
would.  I'd pretend it was that dildo again, not a live cock, and
that would preserve my self-respect.

With that resolve I closed my eyes and slipped to the floor,
prepared to do unto Jason what he'd done unto me.

"Oh, you sweet girl, no, not this time!"  Gail said.  "It's wonderful
that now you're willing to pleasure a man with your mouth, and 
believe me, we'll make sure you have lots of opportunities.  
But not now.  You'll ruin your beautiful make-up, and it's perfect
for later tonight!  It's a long lasting lipstick, but still, it 
would never survive once you started it sliding up and down his 
cock -- look how long he is!  Sometimes I wish he wasn't gay -- you
are so lucky you're only learning to be a girl, so he still wants you!
But if you got really passionate about his cock, and what girl 
wouldn't, your lipstick would all rub off!  No, there's another 
way for a girl to give her fella a good time, show him how much 
she appreciates him, and enjoy herself in the process.  The more 
usual way, honey!  Remember?  We did it together earlier today and
you loved it!  Remember?  Show Jason how wonderful it was!  Your
pussy is all stretched out and ready to receive him now, we both
know that!"

So she'd had this moment in mind earlier?  She was preparing me for
this when she'd asked me to suck off that dildo and had then fucked
me with it?  Even then she'd been preparing me for now, setting me
up to be fucked by a man?  By a live cock!  To be a girl and
receive a man in my quim, or what I had that passes for one.  

She saw me realize just that.  "That's right, baby," she said in a
low voice.  "Since you don't want to be a man, I want you to enjoy
being a woman.  Not just look like one, but all the pleasures, 
everything I enjoy!  Jason is a wonderful lover, Tina's
told me that for years!  Pull off your dress so he won't get stains
on it.  Take care of your prettiest dresses and they'll always take
care of you, if you know what I mean.  You can keep your slip on if
you're embarrassed to have a man see you in your bra and panties."

I did that.  And then slipped my panties off.  I was faintly aware
that my anus was still slightly stretched, sensitively receptive,
waiting.  And again, she handed me a pillow to put on the floor,
and again I rested my arms on it and my head on my arms, and thrust
my naked bottom in the air.  

But this time a large, heavily muscled man leaned on my back,
almost lay down on it.  I bore his weight before I felt swift,
slick fingers spread some kind of lubricant between my cheeks and
then a soft knob pressing on my rear opening.  My God, like a door
knob!  It pressed against the insides of both cheeks and against my
closed hole!  No way!  Was he a horse?  An elephant?  When I'd felt
that cock in his pants earlier, plainly it hadn't become fully
erect!  But now?

I groaned, partly in despair.  And felt a firm hand reach under to
grasp my penis and begin to jerk it off.  I decided to concentrate
on that feeling, which grew and spread, as it had earlier when he'd
been sucking on me.  Was I getting hard again?  I couldn't tell,
but the rhythms grew faster as the sweet delight intensified.  And
then that massive tube began to enter me, slowly, ponderously, like
a great ocean liner entering a harbor.  There was this mammoth mass
moving past my opening, now inside me, now deeper.  He slid more
of his immense self into my ass, and I felt like a trussed, stuffed
chicken ready for the oven, unable to move.  Then out, then in again.

His live cock felt warm, unlike the dildo, and it lurched and spasmed
now and then.  An erotic yearning began again even though so much of my
joy had already squirted down his throat.  And out he slid, then in
again, fitting himself deeper each time it seemed, even more
tightly, splitting me, stretching me, distending and dilating my
asshole until I was sure it would hang open unable ever to close
itself when that leviathan cock finally pulled out all the way. A
disappointing thought -- I pushed my ass back against him and was
gratified to feel him snug deeper.  And out again, and in.  Faster
and faster.

And then there I was again, reaching, stretching, holding myself
perfectly still in that ecstatic moment of suspended bliss before
the spurting begins.  It went on, and on, and ... and ... Jason
clamped himself onto my whole body, and crammed his haunches tight
onto my buttocks, and shrieked over my shoulders, and convulsed
himself repeatedly into me.  I felt heat from far inside him
glowing in my own bowels.  He'd cum.  I clamped down hard onto that
cock with my ass muscles, and couldn't move.  But it was too large
to clamp onto, really.  It was just something to stiffen against
repeatedly.  I was in heaven, out of control, and it seemed to go
on forever.  His slippery hot cum was inside me now, I could tell. 
My reward.  Finally I squirted and squirted into his hand, his huge
palm sliding up to gather all of it in, all that he hadn't earlier
taken into his stomach. 

Finally I subsided, spent, paralyzed, blissful.  We could both
relax.

"Thank you, Bobbi," He then muttered into my neck.  "That was
beautiful.  You'll be a wonderful lady.  I hope you make many men
very happy!"  And he pulled out.  I rolled over and just lay on my
back, quite still, waiting for the burning in my asshole to
subside.  Somehow, Gail had put a towel underneath us.  I felt a
trickle of cum leave me and soak into the towel which then felt wet
as I lay there.  My ass is stretched wide open, I thought.  It'll
never close again!  When I opened my eyes, there was Gail handing
Jason a towel.  He wiped his enormous tool vigorously as he stood
over me.  My God, soft it hung halfway to his knees!  That thing
was inside me?  Gail stood over me too.


end 6/9

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