February 10, 2013 at 9:34 am #6454
She walked into the building, a barely noticeable figure despite her five foot ten height. Looking at her, she appears forgettable in her faded jeans, flat slip-on shoes and sweatshirt. Force of habit made her wear oversized sweat-shirts to work and though she heard the sarcastic sniggers from her colleagues, she didn’t mind. She was comfortable in her clothes and owed no one an explanation. She made a beeline for her small dressing room, one of the many little luxuries she enjoyed as perk for staying on this job for five years. Austin was not an easy man to work with. He was the quintessential bully whose every waking thought was fixed on running his business and maximizing profits with as little investment as possible. For someone so stingy, her colleagues often wondered how she was able to wheedle out the promise of a personal dressing room from him. It was quite simple really. She was good at her job and made a lot of money on her rounds, which made Austin very happy and which in turn made him willing to oblige her something as simple as her own dressing room.
“Hey Lolly… did you get the memo?” A head peeked through her open door.
That was Toni… Tony spelt with an ‘I’. He is the pretty Manager with long flowing hair that reached well below his shoulders. From behind, he looked like a statuesque ballerina with a poise so regal it sometimes made her jealous. For someone so effeminate, his deep voice often came as a sharp contrast to his outlandish personality. Toni was gayer than a Sunday morning fruit-basket and in a country where homosexuality was regarded as a cultural taboo, he was surprisingly loved and had a dozen boyfriends.
“I didn’t but I’m sure you’re going to reel it out to me anyways… so shoot”
Her response was typical. She had a rapport with Toni that was rare. He was one of the very few people that understood her complicated life and never judged her. He was the gay brother she never had. Infact, he was the only family she had and she was fiercely protective of him.
“We’re expecting some big-shot government types in a few. Austin expects everyone to be on their best behavior and be hospitable to boot. Entertainment has to be a hundred and fifty percent today and the drinks have to be chilled. Champagne, Hennessy and Red bull are undergoing cryogenical rites as we speak.”
She laughed. Toni was a closet brainiac behind his flurry-flamboyance, though he hated to be called SMART or INTELLIGENT. She shooed him out of her dressing room, having gotten the ‘memo’ and proceeded with her usual work ritual. She turned on the small CD player on her dressing-table and the throaty sounds from Lana Del Rey filled the room. She loved Lana’s smoky voice and her music always seemed to heighten her sensuality. Slowly, she peeled off her clothes, making sure they were neatly folded and placed on a small cushioned bench that sometimes served as a makeshift bed.
Standing naked and proud, Lolly lit five colored, scented candles… despite the room being small, it was always chilly… eerily so. The candles helped to bring a certain warmth to the place. Her colleagues often gossiped that the candles were for ritualistic purposes. She just didn’t give a f--k about their opinions and luckily, neither did Toni or Austin.
Next, she got her favorite mug from her dressing-table drawer and poured in some hot water from the small thermos flask she always carried around with her. Then she dipped in two tea-bags and added a generous helping of hemp into the water. She did not drink alcohol or smoke but there was no law against drinking marijuana. It was herbal and medicinal all at once. She stirred the mixture absently, pondering various song selections. Guessing the tea to be just right, she took a welcome sip and sighed, feeling the liquid travel through her, warming her inside and leaving a sour after-taste in her mouth. She felt the sweat break out almost immediately, a reaction she eagerly anticipated.
Finally, she lit her clandestine supply of sexual incense and watched it burn in its small incense pot, the smoke coming out in spiral form like released genies. The smell of exotic flowers crushed in musk permeated the air. It was heavenly. She kneeled over the pot, allowing the smoke heat up her cleanly shaved v----a… giving it a warmth and feel that made her ready for sexual exploits. Lolly was incredible h---y at this point; edged on by the marijuana tea mixed with the smell from the scented candles and the incense. Sweat was pouring out from every pore in her body. She was ready.
“Lolly, you’re up in ten”, came Toni’s voice from outside her door.
She smiled. Her ritual was over. She put off the incense and candles, gave herself a quick wipe down with a cold wash towel and began to dress for her act. If she was going to perform for politicians and government officials, she had to dress the part. Lolly wasn’t the conventional beauty; she was passably pretty, had a curvaceous body and full breast and incredibly long legs. She would have made a great model but life dealt her a different path. Her make-up was done with the expertise of a pro, body glitters made her shimmer like a cabaret dancer and her beautiful Vegas showgirl costume and six inch heels made her transform into a sexy glowing nymph. She looked dramatic yet untouchable. Lolly smiled at her reflection and grabbed a mint lollipop before heading out of her dressing room.
The club was uncharacteristically filled. Men between the ages of forty-five and fifty-five were at their various tables drinking champagne and making leery conversations marked with occasional guttural guffaws. Looking closely at them, their supposed merriment was a cover for their insecurities. A few appeared guilty as they cast their eyes about furtively, looking like teenage boys caught in a w---e’s house. Save for a few regulars, many of them wanted the business of the day to be over so they could slink away into the filthy murk of their depraved sexuality.
The room darkened dramatically. A hush settled in as the audience anticipated the next act. The in-house DJ cued in music. FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE’S “Never Let Me Go” came on. Lolly smiled from her position. She made a mental note to thank the DJ with complementary sex after her act.
“Gentlemen… please welcome, Lollipop!!!”
Lolly strutted on to the stage as the song reverberated around the club. The poles stood proud and erect awaiting Lolly’s eager hands. Her grip on the firm rod balanced her as she swung her hips seductively to the music, working the pole like the pro she was. Lolly was the club’s finest act. If pole-dancing was an Olympic sport, Lolly would be a gold medalist. With every beat, tempo and vocal nuance, Lolly’s sexy dance mesmerized her audience. Her costume bra slowly came off, exposing breast so full and proud, they looked artificial. But what made Lolly’s different were the gold hoops attached to the nipples. She had six body piercings; on both nipples, her belly-button, her tongue and ears. Lolly drew the line on piercing her c--t though. Some of the other dancers did have piercings down there but she didn’t care for them. Not in the least. She noticed a few men gulp their drinks hurriedly and smiled at the sightings of several handkerchiefs mopping discretely sweaty brow. Classic reaction! She didn’t know who these men were but they were under her spell. Her shimmery skirt came off, leaving her naked, save for the tiniest of thongs ever created.
“In the arms of the ocean, so sweet and so cold, And all this devotion I never knew went on, And the crashes are heaven for a sinner released, But the arms of the ocean delivered me. Never let me go, never let me go. Never let me go, never let me go. Delivered me. Never let me go, never let me go. Never let me go, never let me go. Delivered me.”
Lolly sang the words to herself as she lifted herself on the pole, balancing her weight on her arms and performed a perfect aerial split. Her feminine m---d was exposed to her leery audience as she slowly spun down the pole and landed with a perfect split. Through her musically clogged mind, Lolly could hear the gasp of appreciation from the audience. A few more pole tricks and ass-claps and her act was up. She didn’t smile or take a bow. She strutted out of the stage, her ass bouncing crazily with every step.
Austin entered her dressing room. He only ever came when there was serious business to discuss and Lolly anticipated it.
“Your act tonight was out of this world… they wanted an encore Lolly”
Austin never fared well with small talk. Now dressed in her sweatshirt over her thong, her legs tucked comfortably underneath her, she eyed him disinterestedly as she sipped her mug of tea and herbs while she awaited the real purpose of his visit.
“I want you to perform for a special someone. He wants a private dance and he’s paying The Maximum.”
Lolly’s eyes flew open. The Maximum was pretty much. In all of her 5 years in this club, she had only ‘performed’ for two people at The Maximum price. One was an ex-president, the other was the son of an oil magnet. She wondered which of the old farts was willing to pay that much for a stripper’s c--t.
“He knows the policy. You don’t follow him; you perform in the BLUE ROOM… and he’s agreed. I told him you’ll be with him in twenty minutes”
“Aren’t you forgetting something” she asked as Austin made to leave.
He smiled. One of the rare feats that only Lolly could achieve… the ability to make Austin smile. He dug into his pocket and brought out a wad of $100 notes. He counted the money, slammed $5,000 on her dressing table and left the room. Lolly smiled into her mug.
“N750,000 for a f--k? Wow… whoever it was was must have a lot of money to throw around”, she thought as she took the last sip from her cup.
Toni slid into the room, shutting the door behind him with a mischievous smile. Lolly was glad to see him. If there was anyone that would know her guest at the BLUE ROOM, it would be him.
“What’s he like?” She asked without preamble.
“Girl, I’d rather be working that BLUE ROOM pole… don’t know who he is, but he’s fineeeeee!”
His statement was accompanied by a voracious snap that made Lolly laugh. Toni’s idea of fine varied, according to a man’s pocket.
“Girl, the demand for you tonight was off the chain! Austin had to ask for THE MAXIMUM. Of course, alot of the horn-gry wolves out there fell back. They don’t wanna spend a pretty penny for my sexy Lolly but they all want a piece of her pie.” Toni rolled his eyes in disdain and flicked his long hair.
“Any idea what I should wear for my act?”
“Crotch-less panties, leather bustier, garter belt and six inch heels. You can’t go wrong with those,” he reeled out with a broad mischievous grin. Lolly smiled and kissed him on the lips.
“Make him come back for more, Lolly” he said and was out of the room in a flash.
She sighed at the thought of performing and pleasing this stranger that had shelled out THE MAXIMUM for a private encounter. Sweat beads pooled about her face as she lit her sexual incense. Her ritual for every performance was the same. She had to get ready for the stranger in the BLUE ROOM.
(……………….. TO BE CONTINUED)+1February 10, 2013 at 4:38 pm #6457sophyMember
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nice, m ffg0February 10, 2013 at 7:03 pm #6464
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The BLUE ROOM was exactly what the name implied. Lit with dim blue lights, the room gave off an ambience that reeked of sex. There was a stripper pole in the middle of the room, a huge four-poster bed, a small refrigerator and a cabinet with several sex paraphernalia (hand-cuffs, whips, dildos, vibrators, lubes et al) on display. The Special Guest was seated on a chair beside the refrigerator, sipping champagne, when Lolly entered. She froze temporarily in her tracks. Even in the dimness, she could tell the color of his eyes. They were steel grey and they stared at her the way a hunter stares at its prey. The look unnerved Lolly but she smiled at him; the smile she used professionally. She moved further into the room, perusing the Special Guest surreptitiously. He was young; probably early to mid thirties and he was fair. His head was cleanly shaved so she couldn’t tell if he was white, mulatto or just a fortunate albino. No words were spoken. Silence was a technique she employed to make herself appear mysterious to her guests. This Special Guest didn’t seem to mind. Lolly went straight to the cabinet to extract the sex toys, wondering what his fetish would be… but his voice stilled her. Deep, baritone and commanding.
“Dance for me…”
Lolly shivered uncomfortably as she tried to make a song selection. Her instincts told her this guy was going to be a bit of a bother and she didn’t like it. She selected DIDO’s “Who makes you feel”, soaking in the soulful sound and allowed the music sway her, trance-like, towards the pole. The Special Guest watched, sipping his champagne and taking in her act without expression. Lolly twisted and twirled, climbed and spun down the pole, making almost impossible turns in the process. Her crotch-less panties exposed her core to his willing but silent gaze. He leaned back on his chair with narrowed eyes, watching her with scorching intensity. For some strange reason she wanted to give her best performance to this stranger who appeared unmoved by her antics. As the song came to an end, Lolly started to peel off her bustier.
“Don’t… don’t remove it. Not yet”
Lolly stopped in confusion. Her gaze travelled down his trousers and she noticed the expected bulge was missing. A nagging fear started to claw at her. Could she be losing her touch, she pondered as she stood still, staring at the guy. He poured another flute of champagne and proffered it to her. She declined.
“I don’t drink alcohol.”
“Hmm… you’re missing something good. Come… sit… let’s talk”
Lolly’s brow went up in disdain. This man paid N750,000 for a private encounter and he wants to talk, she thought in disbelief. But she obliged him. She sat opposite him, her legs spread apart so he could see her goods on offer. She gave his crotch another once over. Nary-a-bulge still.
“What tricks do you plan to entice me with? Mind you, I’m a difficult man to please,” he said with a pompous smirk.
“What’s your fantasy?” She asked him right back.
His smile was like an uneven crescent, chiseled on granite.
“I have none. I fulfilled my deepest, seediest fantasies before I turned 30!”
“Then why are you here?” Her nagging fear begin to morph into a stranglehold around her gut. She wished she could just f--k him, earn the $5,000 he’s forked out for her, and be out of here.
“For kicks… to see if you’re still human beneath that aloof, slutty carcass.”
Lolly took a shaky breath. The Special Guest, not taking his eyes from her, brought out a small pill phial from his trouser pocket and extracted two blue pills from it. He popped the pills into his mouth and washed them down with champagne. He offered the phial to Lolly but she declined with a shake of her head. Taking a deep breath, he leaned back on the chair, his eyes narrowed to slits.
“Give me what you’ve got”
Lolly’s relief was evident. She was now on familiar turf. She sat on the bed and leaned back slightly, reaching down with eager fingers to touch herself. Not taking her eyes off his face, she rubbed her c------s gently with one hand and grabbed the remote control of the sound unit with the other hand, punching the buttons softly before tossing it back on the bed. The bass boom of the song “Find Your Love” by DRAKE came on, loud, clear and thumping. Lolly was a music buff with eclectic preferences in songs. Toni often told her that her mind was a lyrical archive. She heard the Special Guest inhale noisily as she worked on herself. She was suddenly so h---y, her senses heightened by three cups of marijuana tea, the smell of her own juices, the somewhat feral stare from her guest and the sound of Drake’s voice. Lolly wanted her moist core to be impaled by a very stiff, throbbing penis. Her tempo increased as she thought of Micky the bartender – her ever randy, heavily endowed 25 year old plaything. She spread her legs further apart, working her fingers in precise circular motions over her pulsating c------s. The Special Guest watched her in silence though his eyes had darkened. They kept flickering down to her crotch as she worked her fingers in prolific maneuvers that made her moan softly. Through passion glazed eyes, she noticed a scar on the side of his head and thought it made him look sinister.
She stiffened when he moved abruptly towards her, pulling her to her feet. For her height, she only managed to reach his shoulder. Then he leaned in an attempt to kiss her but she turned her face away, avoiding his lips. He grabbed her face forcefully and glared at her.
“I— I don’t do kisses,” she mumbled in fear.
His forceful grip on her chin reminded her of a drug crazed guest she once entertained. The guy had feasted on a cocktail of cocaine, marijuana and Red Label and had gone crazy. He’d pulled Lolly from the pole in the middle of her private dance routine and hit her hard on her face. The slap made her reel in shock and she fell with an unbecoming thud. Before she could regain her composure, the guy hit her again, smiling morbidly and stroking his small, misshaped penis. Lolly’s face stung from the slaps but she didn’t scream or wail in pain. She bore it like a trooper. Then the guy had a flashbulb moment. He got a whip from the cabinet and thought by flogging her viciously, his penis could increase in size and girth. Neither happened. He hit her till she bled. Luckily, Austin had been watching her via CCTV in his office. The BLUE ROOM had a hidden camera and Austin had tapes of every sordid act that went on in there. Austin bamboozled his way into the BLUE ROOM and roughly yanked the whip from the guy who seemed to have ejaculated at the sight of Lolly’s blood. Several strategic blows later, the unconscious patron was whisked out while Toni took Lolly to a private hospital. She had been unable to work for two weeks and Austin’s mood during that period was near murderous.
“My dear, for $10,000, you WILL marinate in golden showers if I want you to. Now kiss me. And make it worth my while” he growled.
Not wanting to aggravate him, Lolly slowly touched her lips to his in a gentle kiss, her tongue flicking as she tried to gain access into his mouth. He remained resolutely still, like a statue, but his lips were surprisingly soft. She nibbled at them teasingly and felt his heartbeat quicken in response. Suddenly, he pushed her away in disgust and turned his back to her with a furious snort. Lolly’s confusion and frustration threatened to spill. What did this man want and why doesn’t he just say it, so she could get this over with and go home? Her thoughts were furious but she remained calm.
“Thrill me…” he commanded, not bothering to turn around.
“I’m trying to do so but it’s kinda hard to defrost a statue.” The words tumbled out before she could stop them. Surprisingly, he had a smile on his face when he turned to look at her.
“I’m not supposed to teach you how to thrill me, seeing as you’re the professional, but you could start by grabbing my balls.”
That was the only clue Lolly needed. She pulled his zipper down and reached into his trousers, snaking past his flaccid penis as she reached for his balls. They felt soft and squashy as she gently tugged and juggled them between her fingers. His eyes never left her face; staring at her with those piercing grey eyes as she tried to make him come alive. Her mouth itched to taste him, a crave she suddenly had to satisfy. Without breaking her gaze from his, she knelt and took him in her mouth. Lolly s----d on his penis, rolling her tongue around his d--k-head, eliciting soft suction sounds. She was rewarded by a lazy nod from his s---t. She kept at it, s-----g with an intensity that could probably extract blood from most. His penis only achieved 20% turgidity. After several intense attempts, the futility of her act hit her. He couldn’t get it up. This man paid The Maximum just to make her work hard, knowing she couldn’t please him. Lolly was temporarily floored but not for long. This was a sexual challenge; she had never balked from a sexual challenge and she wasn’t going to do so now. She got up and stood before him, expressionless. He’s defiant smirk masked his secret insecurity.
“You and I know I can’t thrill you.”
He said nothing. Instead, he walked back to the the chair and sat down, lifting his champagne flute to his lips.
“So… do I get a refund?”
Lolly stared at him in silence for a bit while her mind zapped through possible remedies on how she could deal with his situation.
“I paid alot of money to get laid yet here I am, drinking champagne and watching a supposed professional act clueless. Austin should stop giving you so much props.” His words cut her deep.
“And what makes you think you’re not gonna get laid? ” she asked him with a confidence she didn’t feel.
He looked down at his open crotch and back at her.
“Is that a trick question? Or is there a joke in there that I missed?” he spat out with a frostiness that matched his eyes.
Lolly punched the remote control again. This time, LANA DEL REY’S “Born to die” comes on. Lolly decided on another approach. If she couldn’t please him, he should please her. She stood astride him, her crotch directly above his face.
“Eat me.” Her voice was soft but firm. He gave her a look of utter contempt.
“What’s the problem? Never eaten p---y before?” she asked, challenging him with her eyes.
“Not a w---e’s p---y”
His insult didn’t faze her.
“Try it. It just might be the nourishment you need.” Her challenging gaze didn’t waver.
He threw her challenging look back at her then dug his teeth into her thigh, just above her garter stocking. Lolly was shocked at the impact. She knew the bite was going to leave a bruise but quickly forgot the pain as his teeth found another spot and sank in. This time, the bite was less vicious. A small sigh escaped her as his breath fanned her moistness, while his teeth grazed along her inner thigh and slowly traveled up to the center. Her legs trembled slightly as his tongue made contact with the soft lips of her feminine core. She smelled like flowers and musk and he wanted to draw out her nectar and taste it. His tongue ran the length of her lips, blowing air before burrowing into her. Lolly gasped and held his shoulders for support. He continued to dig into her with his tongue, occasionally stopping to s--k on her c--t and graze it with his teeth. Lolly felt herself tethering towards c----x and pushed his head away. She reached for him and was pleased to see that he was 40% turgid. His slow progress pleased her.
She walked up to the cabinet and got out fluffy handcuffs and a belt and took them to the bed. She beckoned him to join her and he did so without protest. Lolly pushed him on to the bed roughly and quickly cuffed both his hands to the bedpost. She wasted no time in stripping him naked. His steely eyes stared at her, wondering what magic she was about to work. She smiled at him as she fastened the belt around his neck like a noose. The room fall silent as the music stopped. Lolly punched continuous replay on the remote control and “Born to die” came back on. She tossed her bustier aside and s-------d her Special Guest. She tugged at the end of the belt and it tighten a little around his neck.
“What the f--k do you think you’re doing?” he asked in outrage.
In response she tugged at the belt again, its makeshift noose tightening further around his neck. His face reddened. She reached behind her and gently grabbed his penis, giving it long, measured strokes. His steel grey eyes watched her in unexpected trepidation. A few strokes later, she tugged on the belt and his face reddened even more.
“Erotic asphyxiation,” he managed to blurt out though his voice sounded choked. “You sick b---h! Untie me now!!!
Lolly smiled. She felt him grown in her palms, his penis throbbing furiously. He was 75% hard and she could feel the slippery essence of his pre-c-m on her palms. Maintaining a firm hold on the belt, she fell on his penis like a hungry hyena, lapping and s-----g off any slimy residue. She stole a look at him and saw the strain on his face as he trashed about, trying to free himself from the cuffs. He was near his sexual precipice and she knew he would shoot his load in no time. With an expertise, borne from years of practice, Lolly s-------d him and slowly settled on his penis, helping to guide it into her core. She tugged on the belt and heard him gag and gasp for air. She also felt him harden to the maximum inside her. She let go of the belt, and slowly began to ride him, moving her hips with ease. He struggled to free his hands but the action only made her more excited. She bounced on his s---t, luxuriating in it reluctant fullness. She felt him stiffen and knew he was about to shoot. She leaned forward and took one of his nipples in her mouth, grinding her hips on his and making sure her elongated c--t rubbed on the base of his d--k.
“Arrrrgh…. Gaaaawd dammit! Gaaaaawd dammit! F--k you… F--k you…. F--k yoooooou….”
She felt him fill her up and watched him trash about; his head, face and upper torso so red they looked like they would explode. Lolly got up and took him in her mouth. He jerked at the impact of her lips on his penis and started to convulse as she milked the last residue of his release with her mouth. His epileptic jerks would have frightened another but not Lolly. This was like a school science project… tricky but with a solution. A solution worth $5000 for her and another $5000 for Austin. She didn’t stop drinking from him until she felt him go still. Deathly still. She looked up and saw him gasping, his steel grey eyes wide open in bewilderment.
Lolly un-cuffed him and removed the belt from his neck. She picked up her bustier and stared at him with a look akin to pity. He was still on the bed, naked, legs apart and hands in cuff mode. He was too weak to get up. Watching him, she realized he looked way younger after sex; his grey eyes glistening with a mixture of emotions. She felt his c-m slide down her thighs in slow, slimy motion but didn’t bother to wipe off. She was going to take a shower anyways.
“Are you gonna be ok?” She asked him, the barest hint of concern tingeing her voice.
He didn’t respond. She didn’t expect him to. She turned and left the BLUE ROOM. The Special Guest mumbled something incoherent as he gazed unseeingly at the ceiling of dim blue lights.
Austin, Toni and the DJ peeled their eyes off the small CCTV in Austin’s office. An uncomfortable silence settled between them.
“Well! Lolly is priceless isn’t she?” Toni piped. He had to break the silence.
“She is De Luna. She is what makes De Luna the best strip-club in this axis. I might have to increase her pay. She’s worth an increase” Austin said this with a confidence that spoke of something deeper.
Toni and DJ exchanged uncomfortable looks. Austin caught the look.
“What? You don’t think she deserves a raise after what you just saw?”
Toni sighed, rolled his eyes and announced.
“Listen, Lolly plans to quit next month. She says she’s made enough money for her to start life all over again. She was going to tell you herself but… oh-well” Toni shrugged nonchalantly.
“She wants to elope with Micky,” the DJ added.
Austin fell silent. He didn’t utter a word after that. Toni and the DJ knew the news would break Austin’s heart so they slipped out of his office to allow him mourn the impending loss of his star act. On the CCTV, The Special Guest could be seen staggering around, trying to find his clothes. But Austin didn’t notice him as he stared at the screen unseeingly.
Lolly couldn’t leave him… not when De Luna had become a hotspot. He thought furiously. He couldn’t afford for Lolly to leave. It was too much of a financial risk; one he wasn’t willing to take. He whipped out his cell phone and made a call. The person at the other end picked up with a knowing grunt.
“Hey Akeem, its Austin. I need a favor… I need a certain bar-tender taken care of…”
THE END+1March 5, 2013 at 7:47 pm #7155Izuone
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Why kill!0March 9, 2013 at 10:25 pm #7262
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Hahaha, Izukwu na money cause am!0March 9, 2013 at 10:25 pm #7263
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Hahaha, Izukwu na money cause am!0March 12, 2013 at 3:11 pm #7324sophyMember
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is der no part 2 of d story?0March 12, 2013 at 6:23 pm #7343
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There are 2 parts there. Part 2 is the end of this story. Do you have trouble viewing it? Let me know so I can ask Val.
There is a collection of short stories as well. I decided to merge them in one thread rather than split them up.0
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