Chapter 9

Posted: March 16, 2007 - 01:15:56 am?

Gabe Ballard spent the day that marked the twentieth day of his son and daughter's captivity, packing his gear into his truck. He was preparing to leave Cundinamarca province, to head further south into Tolima province. Gabe was moving south based on information he'd gleaned from questioning a senior member of the FARC's 19th Front he had captured two nights ago. The man Gabe received the information from was the leader of the guerillas assigned to collect the FARC's protection taxes from the Vasquez Bakery.

Gabe ambushed the man's vehicle on the road out of town that evening. He killed the three soldiers accompanying him, and then questioned the officer for a number of hours.

"Yes," the man said, "rumor had it that a FARC unit in south-east Tolima province had kidnapped an American family."

He did not know of the unit personally, but scuttlebutt said that a brilliant Amazon of a woman commanded it. The man went on to tell him that the woman had also supposedly taken on a large force, commanded by the U.S. DEA, and decimated them. He did not know much about her unit, other than it was nearly as large as the 160 member Front to which he belonged. When Gabe was satisfied that he'd wrung all the information the man possessed, he put him out of his misery. No way was he leaving any unfriendlies around who could identify him or his mission. Gabe stripped the men of weapons and valuables, and cached them in the woods. Next, he piled their bodies into the old jeep they were driving, and wired it with a two pound block of C-4 and a thirty-minute time fuse. He was back at Tomas's house when the explosion occurred.

Gabe repacked his clothing and equipment in the camper shell, making room for his passenger's gear also. Tomas was not making the trip down into Tolima; instead, Selena was going to accompany Gabe, pretending to be his wife. Gabe had not resisted that hard when Selena and Isabella argued that a couple traveling together would draw hardly any notice, while two men who were obviously military would attract attention.

The Vasquezes sent them on their way the next morning with hugs and even a few tears. Gabe promised he would take care of Selena and bring her back when he freed his children. Isabella instinctively knew that he would keep his word. Gabe had made a big impression on all of them. His honor and decency resonated well with these proud people. He reminded them of the old legends of warrior-priests who fought to the death against the Conquistadors, rather than surrender their honor.

Gabe and Selena rode down to Prado in the District of Tolima in relative silence. Selena sat right next to Gabe on the small truck's bench seat, snuggled contentedly under his arm. They were well matched in that neither one was very talkative anyway. Although they were quiet, they were not uncomfortable with each other; in fact, the opposite was true, because they enjoyed the hell out of being together.

Selena Diaz was by nature a shy and unassuming woman, but she had a will as strong as Gabe's. When it mattered to her, Selena was fiercely passionate. The trouble had been that, after the death of her husband and son, nothing seemed to be worth her passion. In one short week, Gabriel Ballard had reignited that long-dormant ardor. It wasn't just a physical passion she felt; rather it was a passion that focused her entire awareness on him. To have love sweep her up in such a furious embrace after being hollow inside for so long, made her feel as if she were under the spell of some euphoric drug.

Gabe had his own feelings to ponder as Selena nestled against him. Yes, he had some overwhelmingly tender feelings for the beautiful young woman. Unfortunately, those feelings included a gigantic concern for her welfare. He cared for her too much to take physical advantage of her feelings while he was so caught up in rescuing his and Alexandra's children. Gabe didn't believe that they could really consummate their relationship, until he could guarantee to Selena his complete and total commitment. Gabe was about to find out, for the second time in his life, that all his toughness and resolve wasn't worth much, when his opponent was a woman in love.

They entered the town of Purificación at three in the afternoon, exactly three weeks after his son and his sisters had been kidnapped. They found a quaint old hotel on the town's central square, and pulled up in front of it. Gabe parked the truck so it could be seen from the hotel's desk, grabbed their bags out of the back, locked it up and escorted Selena inside. The smiling desk clerk greeted them warmly.

"¿Qué les trae a nuestra ciudad hermosa? (What brings you to our beautiful town?)" he asked.

"Estamos en nuestra luna de miel (We are on our honeymoon)," Selena answered.

"¡Maravilloso! ¿Puedo sugerir nuestra habitación nupcial? (Wonderful! May I suggest our bridal suite?)"

"¡Absolutamente!" Selena said firmly, while looking Gabe in the eye. "Muchas gracias, señor."

Gabe had that 'deer in the headlights' look, as Selena took his arm.

"Come along, husband, so that we may rest before supper," she said, as they climbed the sweeping staircase to their second floor room.

Gabe was seeing a side of Selena he didn't know existed. It both excited him and scared him witless. Once they were in the room and the bellman was dismissed, Selena pushed Gabe down on the king-sized bed and fell in beside him. Gabe was on his back, looking at her as she lay on her side, her head propped on her hand. When Gabe tried to say something, she covered his lips with her fingers.

"I know what you are wanting to say, Gabriel. You want to tell me that we should wait or perhaps not make love at all. You think you are too old for me, and that you would feel guilty for taking advantage of me.

"That you feel such respect for me makes me even more positive that you are the man for me. I do not take giving myself to you lightly; you will be only the second man I've ever been with. Yet, I feel every fiber of my being yearning for you to make love to me. You cannot say you don't feel it too, Papi; it is kismet, my love, something bigger than both of us."

Gabe continued to look at her when she finished talking, his mind trying to wrap itself around what she said. Try as he might, he could not muster an argument to refute what she had said. Selena was looking into his eyes, and knew the instant he made his decision. She rolled over on top of him, and pushed herself up on her arms, never losing eye contact with him.

"Now you are going to worry about the details. Don't, because we will deal with them together as they arise."

Gabe chuckled and put his hands on her little bubble butt. She cooed and wiggled against him.

"Do I get to say anything about this?" he asked.

She bent her head down and kissed him lightly, then pushed back up.

"Of course you do, my caballero de armadura brillante (knight in shining armor), you get to say you agree with me and that you love me."

Gabe growled and rolled them over until he was on top. Selena squealed and giggled, as he loomed over her.

"Both things are true, mi pequeña princesa india (my little Indian princess), so prepare to be ravished."

Two hours and fifteen minutes later, Gabe held his hands up in surrender.

"No mas (no more)," he pleaded, "no mas."

Selena looked up from between his legs and let his saliva slickened shaft slide from between her lips. Gabe had never seen a more erotic sight in his life, as she crouched there, her thick mane of long hair matted with sweat, and partly obscuring her face. Her eyes were wide with wonder and lust, her lips curled in a sultry smile.

"Oh no, mi semental (my stallion), I think we must get your soldier up and back in action one more time to verify that I haven't dreamed all this today."

Gabe stared at the top of her head in disbelief, as she went back down on him. Who the hell was this insatiable little woman and what happened to shy, prim and proper Selena? Gabe sighed, as despite his protestations, his dick started to harden again. It seemed ludicrous that just a couple of hours ago, she had been shocked when he went down on her. She claimed never to have experienced oral sex, either giving or receiving. Yet, after climaxing on his tongue and penis half a dozen times, she had slurped him down with wild abandon to get him hard again.

Gabe was delighted that she trusted him enough to let him put his mouth on her sparsely haired little quim. He was more delighted at her passionate response, as he took her larger than normal clit between his lips. It took only minutes to bring her to a loud wailing orgasm. He eased up on her, and let her come down, before giving her an encore. After the third, he moved her small muscular body off the wet spot, and slid into her in one long, slow stroke. She wasn't virgin tight, but her snug sheath fit him perfectly. She agreed with his assessment.

"Oh Gabriel, Mi amor dulce (my sweet love), you are so big, you fit me, fill me perfectly. Never could I have imagined that love-making could be so good," she moaned, as she climbed the summit of Climax Mountain once again.

Gabe loved her small, agile body, even if it wasn't what anyone would call exceptional. Selena was barely five feet tall and weighed around a hundred and five pounds. She was long waisted, and her legs, although perfectly shaped, weren't very long. Her breasts were small B cups, but they stood firm and proud on her chest, with a small upward tilt to her berry brown nipples. Her hips were narrow, yet her butt pushed out appealingly. He thought her firm, smooth ass was perfection walking. Selena's smooth, blemish-free skin was a dusky brown. She had very little body hair; naked on the bed, she looked as if she were about fifteen. Her looks belied her sexual maturity, just as her shy exterior belied the passion within her.

Selena took pity on him around seven in the evening. He couldn't believe how full of energy she was, as she hopped off the bed and grabbed his hand.

"Come on, Papi, you must feed me, now that you have plundered my innocence."

Gabe groaned in protest, unsure if he had the strength to get to his feet.

"I think you have seriously injured me, pequeña (little one). I don't have the strength to move."

She giggled and tugged harder on his arm.

"A shower will cure that, mi amante (lover), now out of that bed."

Thirty minutes later, they walked into the half filled restaurant of the hotel. Every one in the room was smiling as they entered. As soon as they sat down, a waiter hustled to their table with a wine bucket and a bottle of champagne. The waiter peeled the gold foil of the bottle, untwisted the wire bale, and popped the cork with a flourish. At Gabe's inquisitive look, the waiter smiled.

"Compliments of the hotel," he said, "never have we heard a marriage being consummated with such rapture. We had to move the guests that were next door to you to another room."

Gabe nodded dumbly, as he felt his ears start to burn. When he looked at Selena, she was also blushing furiously, although she wore a smug little smile on her pretty face. Gabe loved Selena's face, with its large expressive brown eyes and cute little nose. As he looked at her, he fell in love with her all over again. With a knowing smirk, the waiter poured a little champagne into a flute, and handed it to Gabe for his approval.

Fifty something miles away, in the mountain caverns above the town of Prado, Peter Ballard was as star-struck as his father. The last week had been the most amazing of his life. He didn't know how long he could keep up as Commander Zorra's designated 'inseminator, ' but holy hell, as jobs went, it was about the best he'd ever heard of. It was just after one in the afternoon, and he was working with two of the male FARC soldiers, clearing more of the debris out of one of the tunnels. Peter and one of the soldiers shoveled the rocks and dirt into a big wheelbarrow. When the barrow was filled, one of them would roll it about fifty yards to a much larger tunnel and dump it into a five-foot by ten-foot trailer hooked to a brawny four-wheel drive ATV (all terrain vehicle). When the trailer was full, one of the soldiers drove it off and dumped it somewhere. Peter was not allowed to accompany the ATV, so he didn't know where the tailings ended up.

The work was repetitious, but it was good exercise and thankfully, he only had to three or four hours of it a day. Because the work wasn't mentally challenging, his mind wandered as he shoveled. As usual, he thought about the situation he was in, and how his relationship with his sisters had changed so radically. The love that he'd shared with them all these years, now had a physical component that seemed to bring them even closer. Until forced into it by Zorra, he'd have never in a million years thought of having sex with any of them. Now, in addition to their proscribed breeding sessions, he would be making love to one of them nightly.

Stephanie, of all people, had initiated the lovemaking in their cell, on the morning after his session with Katherine. He'd fallen asleep, snuggled up to a very contented Katherine, with Darla against his back. When he woke up, Stephanie had switched places with Katherine, and was gently stroking his morning erection. She smiled shyly when she saw his eyes open, and leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

"Good morning, Petey. I love you."

"I love you too, Stephanie and I love waking up like this," he whispered back.

Her smile grew bigger and she gave his dick a little squeeze.

"Me too." Then her smile faded and her voice lost its teasing tone. "I want you to make love to me right now, Pete. I want to give you my virginity, not have you take it while the commander watches."

"What happens if Katherine or Darla wake up?"

She shrugged and squeezed him gently again.

"I can live with that. They will understand, because they are my sisters, not some stranger."

Pete understood how she felt, and agreed with her. He, too, wanted her first time to be as comfortable and special as he could make it. He leaned forward and kissed her, pulling her tight against him. He broke the kiss and nibbled on her ear. She shivered when he did that, her small hand gripping him tighter as he rolled her onto her back. She tried to pull him on top of her, but he stopped her and took her hand off him.

"Relax baby, and let me get you ready. It will be easier and more fun for both of us that way."

She pensively bit her bottom lip as she nodded her head in agreement. She was already wet down there in anticipation, but she knew he was right. She trusted him totally, and wanted him desperately. Pete smiled at her acceptance, and gently started scratching her body outside her nightgown, as he kissed her neck just below her ear. Stephanie made a little 'ahhh' sound, as goose bumps broke out on her arms. Pete knew from their first experimenting that she was especially sensitive there. He continued to nibble, as his hands pushed her gown up to her waist.

"Let's get this off you, baby, so I can see your beautiful body."

Stephanie sat up and quickly pulled the gown over her head. She dropped it behind her, and slowly lay back as his lips went to her neck again. Pete moved from her neck up to her jaw, then on to her lips. She wrapped her slender arms around him and kissed him hard, her tongue darting into his mouth. Pete moved his hand down, bypassing her big breasts to find her hot wet center. She moaned into his mouth as he slipped a finger inside her to collect some of her juices. He gently probed around her heat, before retreating to roll her little nubbin of a clit under his lubricated finger. Stephanie bumped her hips up against his finger and broke the kiss.

"Use your tongue on me down there, Petey. I really liked that," she hissed in his ear.

Pete obliged her immediately, by sliding down her body until he was between her legs. Stephanie pulled her knees back towards her chest to give him better access. Pete grinned up at her, and took a long slow lick from the bottom of slick pink lips to her throbbing clit.

"Yes," she said softly, as she brought both hands down to grab his head. "Right there and just like that."

Pete grinned to himself as Stephanie guided his head by his hair. She might be shy, but the girl definitely knew what she wanted. As he licked and sucked for all he was worth, Stephanie squirmed around and made little noises. Pete was thankful that she wasn't as loud and thrashing as Katherine, or everyone within fifty yards of them would have been wide-awake. Stephanie came hard, but her reaction was physical rather than vocal. She held her breath and shook for about fifteen or twenty seconds, her hips levitating off the bed. Then she suddenly relaxed with a ragged breath, and released her death grip on his hair. Pete quickly moved between her splayed thighs. She reached up and pulled him down for a kiss.

"That was so good, Petey, and I'm so ready for you now. Every nerve in my body is tingling."

Pete pushed himself up and reached down to nudge the iron hard shaft of his dick against her nether lips. He swiped the head around to get it wet, and set himself at her entrance. When all was ready, he looked down at her. She looked back at him with eyes glazed with love and lust.

"Your hymen doesn't cover your entire opening baby, but this is still going to sting," he explained.

"It's okay, Pete. Do it quick and get it over with," she replied.

Pete didn't hesitate in driving his hips forward. He knew instinctively, that the quicker he breached her maidenhead, the sooner her pain would end. He was looking into her eyes when he thrust, gauging his actions on her expression. Her eyes widened when he popped through her hymen, and she gave a slight wince. He held himself still above her, as she adjusted to the fat knob of his penis inside her tight channel. After only a few seconds, she gave him a tentative smile.

"That wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be," she whispered.

He gave her a return smile and pushed a little more of his shaft into her. Her eyes went wide, and she wiggled her hips experimentally. He mouthed a silent "more?" and she bobbed her head enthusiastically. He pulled back until he was just inside her, then pushed forward firmly, this time almost half of his shaft disappeared. He drew back and pushed forward again. This time her hips rose up to meet him. It only took two bumps for their hips to smack together. When he started to pull out again, her hands dropped down to his ass, and held him in place. At his quizzical look, Stephanie rolled her hips around in a little circle, her inner muscles fluttering along his shaft.

Pete helped her experiment with what felt good for her. Concentrating totally on her pleasure helped him hold off his own orgasm, even though her rippling vaginal walls were driving him crazy. It didn't take her long to discover that hooking her feet over his calves tilted her pelvis at the perfect angle to grind her clit against the base of his dick on the down stroke. Stephanie also discovered that she liked her loving slow and gentle, with lots of kissing and touching. Pete was happy to oblige her in both. They had been at it for ten or fifteen minutes, when Stephanie put an extra little wiggle in her stroke.

"Go a little faster, Petey. I feel like I'm going to explode any second now," she said urgently.

Pete kicked it up a notch, being sure to grind into her hard on the down stroke. Stephanie would take in a deep breath and hold it for a few seconds, then exhale with a sigh, as she built to a climax. Pete found the rhythm of her breathing fascinating, as it kept getting deeper and she held her breath longer. Suddenly she sucked in a ragged breath, and started trembling. She threw her arms and legs around him, and held him as she gave a long, slow, shuddering moan. Pete sped up his thrusts as her orgasm caused her to begin rippling around his dick even harder. He took half a dozen long thrusts, then froze, as he came so hard he saw stars. His orgasm drew Stephanie's out even longer. He was afraid she would faint from lack of oxygen, so he kissed her hard and breathed into her mouth.

When Stephanie started to kiss him back, he eased up into the pushup position and looked down at her. Her eyes slowly focused, and she gave him a smile that melted his heart.

"Thank you, Petey. You made that everything I ever dreamed it would be. No wonder I love you so much."

Pete kissed her tenderly, and gingerly moved off her. When he turned his head to the side, he was looking into Darla's coldly disapproving eyes.

"Jesus, Peter, you just couldn't wait, could you? You just had to take her first thing. I thought I knew you, but I guess that you are no different than every other asshole who thinks with his dick."

Pete couldn't believe the vitriol in her voice. She sounded as if she believed that he had just raped Stephanie, instead of making gentle love to her. He tried to formulate a reply, when Stephanie, who had just slipped her nightgown back over her head, came to his defense.

"It wasn't that way at all, Darla. I asked him to make love to me here for the first time, instead of in front of strangers. If I had to have an audience, I wanted it to be you two instead of some gun-toting soldiers. I'm glad that I did, too, because it was the sweetest thing that's ever happened to me. I'll bet not one girl in fifty have some one make their first time so good for them." Stephanie said fiercely.

Darla's mouth opened and closed like a fish thrown on the riverbank, then she sobbed and grabbed Stephanie in a fierce hug.

"I'm sorry, Sissie. I didn't know that. I'm happy for you, little sister."

After hugging Stephanie for a few seconds, Darla turned her abashed visage onto Pete.

"I apologize, Pete. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt any of us. This whole thing is just so unnatural, it's driving me nuts."

Pete shrugged as he pulled on his underwear and jeans.

"No problem, Darla, but you and I are going to have to come to some sort of an agreement, because we aren't going to be able to get out of being together, and that's going to happen today," he said.

"You don't have to worry about me," she said unhappily. "When the time comes, I'll do what has to be done."

Before Pete could answer Darla, Katherine jumped into the conversation.

"Geez, Darla, loosen up! You act as if you are about to be flogged or something. You just saw what a great lover Pete is, so relax and enjoy it. Once we are out of here, nobody will ever know what happened."

"I said I'd go through with it," Darla snapped, "but as far as enjoying it, that will never happen."

An hour after breakfast, Pete and Darla were summoned to Commander Zorra's room. As they walked down the twisting tunnels, Darla trudged along as if she were walking her last mile. Pete finally couldn't take it any longer.

"Come on, Darla. It won't be that bad. In fact, I'll make it as nice as I can for you."

Darla looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears.

"I don't want you to do that at all, Pete. I want you to just climb on and get it over with. You're my brother for Christ Sake! Can't you see this is something I don't want to enjoy?"

"But Stephanie and Katherine..." he started to say.

She cut him off in mid sentence.

"Maybe it's easier for them, because they are only your half-sisters. Or maybe it's harder for me, because I'm like Daddy, genetically predisposed to do everything the hard way."

Pete kept silent as they finished the walk to Zorra's room. He might not have, had he known the rest of the reasons why Darla dreaded doing this. You see, Darla once had a crush on Pete that was even bigger than Stephanie's. All the boys, and later men, that she dated, she compared to her brother. Naturally they all came up short. Darla never even hinted at her infatuation for him, however, because modern society frowned so much on incest.

The second problem Darla had was her sexuality. No, despite how she acted, Darla was not a prude. She was, in fact, just the opposite; she was easily aroused, and she sometimes completely lost herself in the act. In every day life, that wasn't so bad, because she had that Ballard self discipline to keep her sensuality in check. Now she was skewered on Morton's Fork, having to choose between gang rape or having sex with her brother. (John Morton was Henry the Eighth's tax collector. Morton thought that if a person spent money lavishly that they must have plenty to spend, so he raised their taxes. Conversely, if a person was frugal, Morton thought they must have plenty saved, so he raised their taxes also.)

Once in Zorra's bed with her brother, everything that Darla feared would happen happened in spades. Darla stripped off her clothes, fell back on the bed, and told Pete, "No foreplay... just put it in and get it over with."

Pete wanted to at least make sure it didn't hurt when he entered her, so he wet a finger and moved it down to her little blond bush. He needn't have bothered, because she was as wet as any woman he'd ever felt. Darla had her face averted, so he couldn't read her expression as he slid into her, however, her body language spoke volumes. As soon as he wedged the head and part of his shaft into her portal, the walls of her vagina clamped down on him, so that he had to push harder to gain purchase. When he started pushing harder, her long legs came off the bed and wrapped around him, and she started pushing back. From there, it was off to the races.

Darla knew that Pete would be the best she'd ever had, before he completed the first stroke. The incredibly perfect way he fit her, combined with her long suppressed lust for him, started her orgasms after only a half a dozen strokes. As soon as she'd have an orgasm, Pete would change speeds or angle, and she'd start building again towards her next. Darla was soon beyond being embarrassed by having an audience, as one climax rolled into the next, each one stronger than its predecessor. She pulled Pete's face down to hers, and kissed him as she had dreamed of doing for the last eight years.

Marta and Pilar looked at each other in awe.

"¡Oh Mi Dios!" Pilar exclaimed. "Who would have believed that the frigid acting sister would be the hottest of all of them?"

Marta shook her head without answering; she empathized with Darla, because she thought that her reaction would be pretty much the same if they were to switch places. She was already anticipating the day when she took her turn in the Baby Brigade rotation. Only on that day, she would keep him for herself all day and night.

Peter was the most amazed person in the room, as he struggled to keep up with Darla. She had her biggest orgasm thus far, when he was unable to hold out any longer, and came in her. Darla's whole body stiffened on that one, and she yelled, "OH YES!" at the top of her lungs. Surprisingly, he softened only a little after he came, so he hooked her legs behind the knees and draped them over his shoulders. Darla groaned loudly when he went even deeper into her.

By the time Pete came again, they were both spent. Pete gently set her legs down and moved off her. She laid her head on his shoulder with a contented sigh. They were both asleep in fewer than thirty seconds. Marta didn't have it in her to wake them up and send them back to their cell. Instead, she covered them with a light blanket, left two guards at the door, and headed to her orderly room with Pilar in tow.

Darla woke up an hour later, more conflicted than ever. It had been the best sexual experience of her life, yet she was consumed with guilt and embarrassment for having enjoyed it so much. She quietly climbed out of the bed and hurriedly put on her clothes. As soon as she was dressed, she asked one of the guards to escort her back to their cell. She couldn't bear the thought of being alone with him when he woke up.

Marta returned to her room a few minutes after Darla left. The guard at the door briefed Marta on that before being dismissed. Marta walked in and stood beside her bed, watching Peter sleep. He was so handsome and virile, she thought, yet he was also sweet and kind. It was a most appealing dichotomy. Impulsively, Marta shed her uniform and crawled in bed with him. She cuddled up against his back with a smile on her face. He was going to be one surprised geologist when he awoke. Marta felt so good being spooned against him, that she fell asleep.

Pete woke up thinking his sister was still in bed, spooned against his back. He rolled over to face her, and almost leapt out of the bed, when he saw the mass of raven black hair that spilled across the pillow. He gently lifted the blanket, and uncovered a pair of medium sized, flawless breast. No, that was definitely not sister Darla. Of course he'd seen the commander nude at the bathing pond a few times, but he'd never gotten this close a view. She had a magnificent body; she was tall, tawny, and sleekly muscled; Commander Jaguar fit her as well as Commander Zorra.

Pete propped himself up on his elbow and brushed the hair out of her face. He gently stroked her hair as he gazed at her, wondering the entire time, if his attraction to her wasn't some Patty Hurst-like identification with his captor. No, he decided, that wasn't it, because he didn't care a whit for her misguided Marxist cause, but he was fast falling in love with her. Her big chocolate eyes opened while he was studying her. She gave him an embarrassed smile, but didn't shy away from his caress.

"I joined you in bed so that we could make love, Peter Ballard, but I felt so comfortable with you, I fell asleep," she explained.

He returned her smile and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"I dream of making love to you, Zorra, but it won't be now, not when I have just been with another woman, and not when I would be unable to give you my best. When we make love, I'd like for it to be just you and me for an entire night. Anything less would not be worthy of you."

Marta actually felt her heart give a lurch as he said those words. It was the sincerest, sweetest thing she'd ever heard. His declaration laid her soul bare; her eyes misted up and she pulled him down in a tight hug.

"My real name is Marta," she crooned in his ear, "and I'd like all that too."
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Chapter 10