Chapter 2Content: mf voy mc
Janice had no idea how to work through the conflicts assailing her, but she knew where to turn to for help -- it was imbedded in the inhibition. "Amy?"
"It's Janice. Help!"
"I need to tell Momma -- everything."
Amy frowned. "That's dangerous!"
"I know -- but I must!"
Amy looked at Toby; they had been lounging at the kitchen table after having breakfast with Beth. "We will have to come to you. Where do you live?" Amy merely touched Toby and he was briefed. Amy scribbled the address and assured Janice, "Hold tight -- we'll be right there!"
"Got to go, Ma -- club business!" Toby kissed his mother on the cheek and followed Amy out to his car.
Ten minutes later, they were knocking on the door of the Fremds' run-down ranch. Janice let them in, "Oh, thank God!"
Toby stood holding Amy's shoulders; the house gave off this... miasma... "Oh, my..." Amy breathed.
Janice tugged her arm; Toby followed, apparently invisible to Janice. "This is Momma," Janice announced, bringing the pair into Abigail's presence.
Amy just stood there, her head cocked, looking sad. "Toby..."
Abigail looked back at the puffy-looking red haired girl before her whose eyes seemed capable of staring into her soul. There seemed to be a boy behind her -- he came and went and came again... Why she couldn't pin him with a glance was unclear... "Please, sit. Would you like some wine? My daughter seems to need your permission to tell me things..."
"Thank you, but I don't drink," Amy said softly as she sat in a nearby chair. She touched her shoulder -- was there a hand there? The boy again? Abigail couldn't be sure. Turning to Janice, she said, "You can go ahead, now."
So Janice began again -- and it worked this time. She told of watching her girlfriends suddenly collecting eligible boyfriends, and of gathering her courage and confronting Donna. She told about being invited to the party -- and discovering the price of admission. She told about riding with the girls to the strange clubhouse -- and hiding in a booth and watching through a hole as Gina the cheerleader was surrounded by boys and terrorized and abused. She told her mother about the big black boy shoving his cock through the hole in front of her face, and her embarrassing fit of hysteria -- and the marvelous thing that happened to her when they went to the showers to clean up! She told her mother about Mark -- his stocky Hispanic good looks, and his tapered cock and heavy balls that tasted of man-sweat and produced HUGE amounts of the white fluid of life, his gentle touch and his promise that they would be together again...
When it was over, her mother sat back and drained the dregs from her wineglass. "You're right, Sweetheart -- that was a MUCH better story. It's too bad that I can see the end approaching..."
There was a grunt and Abigail turned to look -- and there WAS a boy standing there! Then he put his hand on the girl Amy's shoulder and was gone again. "How do you do that?" Abigail asked.
"What?" Amy cocked her head.
"We don't want to make you uncomfortable..."
"It's fine," Abigail insisted.
... And the boy was standing there -- slight, dark-haired, wearing eyeglasses -- a studious sort... Amy recaptured Abigail's attention by insisting, "Mark really IS a nice boy."
Abigail sighed. "It doesn't matter."
The boy went "Ugh!" and appeared to be nauseated; he put his hand on Amy's shoulder and she, too, turned green. "We can fix this," Amy announced. "Not... physical damage, but we can help you keep your husband in the dark."
"I don't see how," Abigail sighed. "Janice will probably just blurt it out at the first opportunity!"
Amy smiled and cocked her head. "Did she do that for you?"
"No, but she hinted. All he will need is a hint to wrest it from her."
"Then he won't get one." Amy stood. "Thank you -- it's been an... interesting visit."
"You are welcome," Abigail returned formally. "Someday, I would like to see this... clubhouse. Tell me -- what happened to the cheerleader?"
The boy spoke up. "The hazing looked a lot worse than it was. She's fine. In many ways, the whole incident was more about appearance than reality." He rubbed his face. "You've endured worse -- much worse."
"Really?" Abigail tried to pass it off -- but the boy's eyes were worse than the girl's; she knew that he knew everything.
Outside, Amy shuddered. "Ugly. No wonder Janice is the way she is! Hatred, indifference, abuse..."
Toby nodded. "Did you notice that the mother didn't hold the father as much to blame for it as you might expect? There was anger, resentment -- and Janice's mother felt that it was justified. Some external force pressed those two together and held them until the adhesive took. She really thinks she couldn't have done any better, but they'd have been better off going it alone, I think. The only love that's ever been in that house is between Janice and her mother -- and it has been crushed some by that environment."
Amy nodded. "We're going to have to keep an eye on Mark."
Miriam stewed all morning before gathering herself and calling Bernice. "Hello?"
"Bernice? It's Miriam."
'Uh oh.' "Hi."
"Can we talk? About Randy?"
"It's not about me," Bernice insisted. "He told me that. I was just convenient, you know? I was doing my new thing, being Slut Bernice, everybody's party girl and cum dumpster."
"It still seems like..." Miriam began carefully.
"Oh, there's trouble, all right," Bernice replied. "He tried to explain it to me. He says that when you guys got together, he did some things and said some things that were -- I dunno -- a game? An experiment? Anyway, for him, it was something he could do at the time -- but he can't keep it up. But from what he says, you're going to want it or need it all the time..."
"Oh." Miriam sat staring at the floor, the phone to her ear.
"He feels bad. He said things seemed perfect -- but then he realized that some stuff that is extreme for him isn't for you..." Bernice paused. "Do you like, you know, being told to do stuff? You know -- stuff that's a little out there?"
"Yes," Miriam replied tonelessly.
Bernice sighed. "I do stuff -- but I don't know that I like it. I just do what I'm told. That's... bad enough..."
"It's like taking a dare," Miriam explained. "Kind of a feeling of accomplishment."
"Oh. I get it," Bernice replied. "But that's not how I feel about it." Thinking about it, Bernice guessed that it made Miriam kind of an adrenaline junkie -- and left Randy holding the bag for finding her new thrills. It wasn't exactly right, but it bore a speaking resemblance to the reality. Sometimes, Bernice didn't even know why she did as she was told -- but it came down to that; she did as she was told.
"How bad is it?"
Bernice sighed. "I think I've said too much already."
"I need to know. He's pushing me away!"
"He... doesn't know how to tell you." Bernice sat a moment, thinking. "He feels REAL bad. He didn't know what he was getting into. You... did things for him -- stuff no one else could. Up at the camp..." Bernice remembered the incident VERY clearly! "But now... He can't pay -- and he doesn't know how to tell you."
"What does he think I want?" Miriam asked.
"He says you need a real bastard -- someone who makes demands, and who will make you, I dunno, toe the line. He was angry and he was carrying a lot around..."
"But that isn't him," Miriam finished for her.
"Right. He's not -- mad any more. Or less so, anyway," Bernice agreed. "While he was, you guys were headed in the same direction..."
"What do I do?"
"I dunno," Bernice sighed. "It's busted. I'm sorry. But, like I said -- it isn't my fault."
Unseen tears trickled down Miriam's cheeks. "Maybe it should be."
"Can you do what he wants? Can you give him what he needs? You know you can't argue with him, right? You have to listen, at least, before you do..."
"Well, I might need duct tape -- but I understand 'Yes, Randy.' That seems to be big..." Bernice mused.
"It is. It's all about validating him -- respect. Letting him be the boss."
"I can do that. So?"
"Do you want to?" Miriam pressed.
"I..." Bernice stopped and thought about it. Big was that interlude the night before. She'd wanted to be cuddled and valued -- and Randy had put up with it, at the very least. That was a first, more or less. She'd gotten grudging approval, at least. "Well..."
"Okay. If we're not going to work, I can at least pass him to someone who will try..."
It was the ultimate sacrifice; Randy was Miriam's first love -- and those ALWAYS hurt! But Miriam was up for such things, more or less by nature. Sacrifice came naturally to her. "If I'm going to lose him, I'd rather he go to someone who values him."
"Miriam, I can't!"
"You're not taking him from me -- you know that. You're merely... inheriting."
"That's up to him," Bernice pointed out.
"Yes it is," Miriam agreed. "But you have the inside track, don't you?"
"Well, maybe..." Bernice thought about it -- wouldn't THAT be a switch?
Saturday afternoon, Candace's complaints -- seconded by Lon -- prompted a gathering about a subject that Toby had already discussed with a couple of people -- getting the 'clubhouse' out of Carpenter's basement. Candace and Lon were there, of course, and Beth, and Louise came in, bringing Terence and Damian. Hank was also in attendance, carrying his father's proxy, as well as Randy; Toby asked that Marta be present and got Maddie, too. Amy was also in attendance, to help Toby deal with the various factions. Once everyone was in place (ironically, in the playroom), Toby opened with, "I think we need to be out of here."
"Amen!" Lon erupted.
Toby shrugged, and continued his presentation. "This place has security issues -- and a number of things have gone down here that we wouldn't want traced back to this location. It's getting to be too small, and it can't handle groups with diverse sexual interests. Finally, constantly being a hostess is driving Candace nuts and Lon has to put up with the flood of us through here all the time even though he isn't deep into things any more."
There was a murmur, largely of agreement.
"Now for the downside," Toby continued. "We need to be able to move quickly, or else we have to keep coming here until the new place is ready. Frankly, football season only lasts so long -- and after that, I don't know how we're going to branch out -- if we even want to. Then there is money; we have money from Fernando and I've set up a company to filter things through, but I can't run it; we need a bookkeeper -- in the club -- and someone to watch the place from day to day once it is up and running. We need to be as legal as we can be. This place will probably have to be out in the open -- or maybe we need TWO places, one of which is secret -- but in any case, it's a lot of crap to be dealing with." He turned to Louise, "Undoubtedly, we'll need construction assistance."
"From Fred?" Louise looked like she'd bit into a lemon.
"Well, there's Rico -- but I think Fred's ready to deal. Why don't you just get whatever it is you want from him and get it over with?" Toby replied.
"I don't know -- it's almost too simple. I'm not sure what I want will be enough. For one thing, I keep finding other people he's burned," Louise replied.
Toby sighed. "I don't see Terence getting anything from this -- and I'm not sure about Damian. Why don't you just walk out and get it over with?" He stood watching her, poker-faced, but Amy, who was rubbing his back, smiled crookedly at Louise; through the feed from Toby, it was obvious that Louise just couldn't do that -- she had too much invested in Fred. Maybe, if Rico wanted her, she might make the break -- but that was asking some of Rico...
After a pregnant silence, Louise mumbled, "Not yet."
"We don't need to be tied in knots, here," Toby pressed.
"I'll talk to Fred," Louise promised. "We'll work out something."
Toby nodded. Amy sat there wondering how it was that nobody ever seemed to notice that Toby could make ANY woman in the group stand down...
"Money, we have," Toby continued, "although we need to be very careful about it. I think I can bring in some of what we stripped from Fernando -- but Marta needs to stay far away from our financial transactions. As a result, she can't help us much. It would be nice if she could be a club employee of some type -- but she can't control money. We will need a hostess -- and that's a problem. We've been abusing Candace -- and while the benefits have been substantial, so has the work. But if we set up somewhere else, we'll have to put someone on staff -- and she will probably HAVE to be a club member." He turned to Candace, "At least you can sleep in at this point..."
"Anybody given any thought to what the place ought to look like?" Damian asked.
"Lots of rooms," Terence mused.
"Probably," Hank agreed. "A public area and private areas. That way we can break things up -- maybe have an inner sanctum or something."
Lon nodded. "Just parties, sex parties, private sex parties, weird shit..." He carefully avoided looking at Terence.
"Three floors," Beth mused. "Public stuff on the ground floor, club stuff on second and third. Maybe a basement..."
"A pool would be nice," Lon opined.
"Big bathrooms, maybe a sauna -- or a Jacuzzi," Louise mused.
"Private, on a big lot, so if we want to do stuff outside it isn't a problem," Toby added.
"Or if -- God forbid -- we need to do something like what you did to Fernando..." Marta mused.
"Clint wants his mama's ass kicked, "Terence rumbled.
"It's a tall order, obviously. Any takers?" Toby asked.
"I think we women ought to pick it out," Beth declared.
"No kidding?" Toby queried.
<That was slick...> Amy chuckled mentally.
<There is a lot of resentment over the guys running things,> Toby shot back.
"I think it is a good idea," Candace agreed. "Marta and I can go over the real estate pages..."
"Marta can't be on the front end," Toby reminded her. "She needs to get hired as an employee after things are running."
"We can still look at the newspapers over coffee," Candace argued. Toby nodded. "Maybe I can get some input from Adele or Phyllis..."
"Or Jean," Toby added, "Or Jiang Yi."
"You already have me on that bank account," Candace sighed. "I guess I'll watch the money for a while." She looked around, picking up the eyes of the adult women, wondering if she hadn't just made things more difficult for herself. "Let's see who we can get in touch with. We can meet here in the morning and go over the newspapers and realtor stuff." Soon after, the meeting broke up.
"Gina! For God's sake, will you quit hogging the bathroom?" Gina Blaisdale's sister Bethany ranted.
"Come on in, then -- I'm in the tub! Just don't make a stench..."
"You're wearing out the whirlpool," her sister said, smiling crookedly. "Did they break you at the football game? Or after?"
Gina eyed her older sister, "Where did THAT come from?"
"Come on, Sis. You didn't get in last night -- you got in this morning. You've been taking it easy all day -- and I know ALL ABOUT that bowlegged gait!" Bethany cocked her head. "My sister isn't as pure as the driven snow any more, is she?"
"SHHHH!!! Where's Mom?"
"Out. Dad, too -- they went to the country club, I think. Did you fuck the WHOLE football team?" Bethany's eyes danced.
"Only about half of them, I think," Gina replied softly.
"Holy shit!" Bethany gasped. "Which half?"
"The black half."
"FUUUUCK!" Bethany's eyes were as big as saucers.
Gina cracked a smile at that point. "Well, I'm exaggerating some -- but it was a hairy experience. On the other hand, I'm dating Ben Ellis..."
"Little Ben?" Bethany cackled. "How did you manage THAT? You need to come clean, Sis..."
"I'd like to, but I can't," Gina told her sister. "Too many people could get hurt."
"Did YOU get hurt?"
"What CAN you tell me?" Bethany asked, getting up from the toilet, flushing, closing the lid, and re-seating herself.
"I... joined a club. There was an... initiation. Sort of like a sorority."
"Uh... huh." Bethany eyed her sister. "A cheerleader thing?" 'If those bitches Cindy and Bev set Sis up...'
Gina shook her head, smiling. "No, NOT a cheerleader thing. In fact, it was worse because I AM a cheerleader. Bev and Cindy's faces are on wanted posters with this bunch."
"That's probably a good thing," Bethany mused.
"Oh, it is..." Gina mused. "You're off at community college, so you're not in the loop. This year, the football team and the cheerleaders aren't EVEN tight -- in fact, the football team is drawing from a different pool."
"Given their record last year..." Bethany sighed. When the football team sucks, the whole school comes under a cloud, to a certain extent. Bethany's Senior year had been lackluster because of it. The hot looking girls were probably going after the basketball team or something...
"Well, they're two and oh THIS year -- and they kicked Bishop Feeney's ASS last night!" Gina replied. "No, THAT's not it."
Bethany cocked her head. "No shit? Who did they burn last week?"
"Wentworth." Gina grinned.
Bethany whistled. "Shit, they're halfway to the playoffs!" Other teams in the conference generally didn't measure up. "Any idea how?"
"Well, you know Terence Carter? The big black guy? He was on the team last year, as a Junior -- right tackle."
"Okay... Didn't he...?"
"Yeah. Everybody knows Elaine is a slut, though. Actually, he's a pretty nice guy, I hear." Elaine was the girl who got Terence in hot water over pregnancy. "Anyway, he has a brother named Damian, who's a Junior this year. The guy can pass like he's launching guided missiles, or something. They've been swapping him out at quarterback with Tad; that's ONE reason..."
"There's another reason, then?" Bethany asked.
"Motivation," Gina replied. "Coach is back, and better than ever -- really smoking!"
"It takes more than just Coach making noises..." Bethany mused.
"There's an unofficial Booster Club..." Gina looked away.
"Uh oh. That's generally not legal," Bethany muttered. "What are they doing? Handing out cars?"
"No, nothing like that..."
"You kind of have to see it to believe it. How many of the girls in my grade do you know much about?" Gina asked.
"A few, I guess. I might recognize names."
"Okay." Gina fought with herself for a moment. "Does Anita Shepherdson ring a bell?"
"Um, yeah," Bethany frowned. "Not exactly on the 'A' list..."
"She's dating Tad."
"WHAT?" Bethany gasped. "Cindy must be LIVID!"
Gina nodded. "Cindy and Bev got suspended for three days for trying to beat her up in the girl's bathroom. How about Brenda McAllister?"
"Track chick? Black? Skinny?"
"Uh huh. Clint Reed."
"No fucking way! Isn't she a lez? Her and Julio Vasquez's sister?" Bethany mused, frowning.
"Bonita is dating Terence Carter." Gina chuckled. "The list goes on and on. Misha Lezynski is dating Chris Baxter. Donna Travers is hooked up with Big Mac Thornton."
Bethany scratched an arm, musing. "The one thing I'd have said that they have in common is that they're desperate."
Gina nodded. "Yeah. Desperate enough..."
"Sorry, I ... can't. That's as much as I can say without getting someone in trouble."
"They aren't taking advantage of those girls, are they? Like Julio..." Bethany had fallen victim to Julio Vasquez her Junior year...
"No, I wouldn't call it that," Gina mused. "No, not at all..." There had been a lot of happy chicks at that party...
"Are you sure? Men are pigs..." Bethany warned.
"Julio Vasquez is a pig," Gina replied. "I don't think it is general. Ben isn't."
"You always had a soft spot for him -- either in your heart or in your head -- I'm not sure which!" Bethany teased. "You guys hooked up?"
"Well, I wish you luck -- but you've got me worried."
"You could get excited probably from hearing a description -- which is why I can't tell you anything more -- but the results speak for themselves," Gina insisted.
"Well..." 'Who CAN I talk to about this?' Bethany wondered.
"It'll be all right."
"If you say so." Bethany moved off, unconvinced. "Get out of there -- you look like a prune!"
That might have been the end of it -- at least for a while -- but Bethany went out that night to Wimpy's -- and Mac and Donna and Tad and Anita were there, eating -- very visibly coupled. That got Bethany's attention -- to the point that Toby -- who was also at Wimpy's with Amy after the big meeting -- picked up her fixation on the two couples. <Uh oh. See the brunette over there?>
<Uh huh. What's her problem?> Amy replied.
<She's Gina's older sister, Bethany. We've got another problem with someone getting just enough information to be dangerous.>
<Our controls aren't good enough, it looks like. Too much peripheral information?>
<Janice isn't strong -- she needed to get it out and get support. Gina... Gina went home bowlegged. Her sister is too smart to assume she fell off the balance beam.> Toby dug some. <Gina did the best she could, but it left a mystery. We can kill it here...> After a moment, he frowned. <That's ugly.>
Amy rode the connection into Bethany's mind. <Julio Vasquez. Bonita's older brother?>
<Yeah. Seems like he's a predator.>
<In Bethany's case, anyway,> Amy agreed. <She's not giving ANY guy a break, at this point.> Bethany's feelings on boys were uncomfortably similar to Amy's after her defloration. <What do you want to do?>
<Damp things down for now -- but maybe we need to investigate Julio. Do you think we have a shot at fixing this mess?> Toby asked, indicating the scars Julio had left on Bethany.
<We'll need a guy -- someone who can bring her around. Someone with a gentle touch. Alonzo?>
<Maybe. It wouldn't be permanent...>
<Nothing like Gina's initiation, certainly. Next week?>
Toby nodded. <We'll work through Gina. In the meantime...> Toby exercised his will, gently.
Bethany shook her head. 'Well, it's weird, but there's nothing I can do about it until Sis tells me what they're doing,' she thought. Mac and Tad certainly didn't LOOK like they were abusing Donna and Anita... Bethany would have expected the boys to keep the girls under wraps if they were sleeping with them. That's what Julio had done -- smoothly suggesting that it was a big secret, then staying away -- or, more accurately, moving on. He'd collected two more victims before Bethany got wise... Smarting under the pain of her memories, Bethany took it out on her burger, putting the inexplicable hookups out of her mind.
The lack of a venue where they could get peace and privacy remained an issue with Mac and Donna and Tad and Anita. Anita's family had lightened up some, but that didn't mean that she and Tad would be doing the horizontal mambo in her bedroom anytime soon. Tad's place was similarly off-limits -- as was Donna's. That left Mac's -- which wasn't a prime location, either, but it had possibilities -- particularly on a Saturday evening. Mac's father, Harmon, was almost certainly out until the bars closed, so they had the option of going there...
So they went to Mac's and he put on some music -- quiet stuff from his dad's library of 'fuckin' music' and the two couples settled in to neck on the couch and the loveseat.
The original plan was to keep things more or less under control in case Mac's father should show up -- but Anita was too enthusiastic for that. Sex was new and different and WAY too much fun to pass up an opportunity for; she kept pressing the edge of the envelope -- pulling off her blouse and bra so that Tad could get at her conical titties directly instead of from under cover, then dumping out of her shorts so Tad's fingers had unrestricted access to her pubic mound. Of course, nothing less than full access to Tad's erection was acceptable, either...
With the other couple setting the bar, it was incumbent upon Donna and Mac to keep up -- not that either of them was at all reticent...
The pickings at Harmon Thornton's usual watering holes had been amazingly slim, so he reluctantly headed for home around midnight. Mac's car was in the drive, but there was light leaking through the living room curtains -- not much of it, either. Since Mac generally watched TV in his room, that seemed odd... Harmon stuck an eye to the window...
"Ho Hooo!" Dead smack in the center of Harmon's curtain-restricted view, some skinny dirty blonde slip was bouncing energetically on some dark-haired kid's cock while he sat on the loveseat! They were going at it like they were killing rats! Harmon shifted his angle and -- sure enough -- Mac had some chunky brunette thing with bigass titties and eyeglasses knelt up on the couch doing a Hoover on his dick while he reached under to get at her twat! "Well, well, Mac's a chip off the old block!" Harmon chuckled. "Hmmmm, now what?" Live entertainment appeared to be available... There was no sense busting in on the boys, though -- that would be sorry-assed. Harmon thought a moment, went back out to his car and moved it down the block, running without lights.
He didn't have to worry too much about being quiet as he came through the door; Anita was wailing like an air raid siren, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOMIGAWWWWWWWDDD!!! FUCK! FUCK!" Harmon stuck his head around the door to see her throw her head back, grunting, "HUUUH! HUUUUH! HUUUUH!!" shaking like a leaf while Tad held her upright on his lap. When it became clear that Anita was out of it, Tad lurched up off the loveseat and held her slight body, one hand on her ass and one splayed in the middle of her back while he slid her onto and off of his erection. In a few seconds, she showed signs of life again, and started to help, but they finished that way, Anita impaling herself on Tad while he stood there, hunching up into her. Harmon had to applaud the athleticism -- and he did, mentally.
Mac was pumping the brunette's face up and down on his cock while she went "MMMM! MMMM! MMMM!" -- her ass dancing to the tune Mac's fingers were playing in her pussy. This went on for a minute or two after Harman began watching, then she popped up and howled, "Omigod! Fuck me!" Harman watched as Mac got Donna turned around on the couch and plugged into her, doggie style, then watched and listened as Donna wailed and her chunky ass danced under the impacts of Mac's cock. 'That's a fine little piece,' Harmon mused. 'Who'd have thought?' If Harmon had been hunting, Anita would have been his first pick -- even though she wasn't all that pretty, apparently -- due to her smaller size. Hell, neither of the girls measured up to Harmon's normal visual specifications; he'd walked away from better looking earlier in the evening. But they'd both proven to be impressive fucks... Harmon had been surprised before -- apparently, you couldn't just look at the label and find out everything you needed to know...
By the time Mac gave out a familiar rumbling roar and pressed himself deep into Donna's twat to deliver a creampie, Anita and Tad had pretty much recovered -- and Anita had discovered the time. "I need to get home -- I'm late!" she cried. This cut into Mac's cuddle time and made him somewhat grouchy, but he started hauling on his clothing. "Don't go nowhere, Darlin'," he admonished Donna, "I want you just like that when I get back!" He waved Anita and Tad toward the door while still sliding into his shirt -- but stopped at the door. "On second thought, you probably don't want to be naked if my old man comes in..."
"I'll, um, clean up and put on a couple of things..." Donna muttered.
Mac nodded. "Don't go overboard. Your mom isn't waiting up, is she?"
"She thinks I'm sleeping over with..."
"Not me, I bet!" Mac cut in, grinning. Anita yelled from the yard, so Mac yelled, "Coming!" and headed on out.
Harmon waited until the headlights shone in the window, then drifted away and the motor sounds went with them before stepping away from his hiding place by the kitchen door. Donna was bent over collecting her clothing from the couch and the floor when a hand alighted on her hip and a deep voice murmured, "Actually, Darlin', it's a little too late to cover yourself up for me..."
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