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The Bookstore
by Willie (spanamer@evcom.net)
One afternoon, Dad told me I was coming with him
downtown -- that I'd learned enough at home to start
sharing with other men. I didn't quite understand what
he meant as he pulled out a pair of old jeans and a
T-shirt for me to wear. "No underwear today, kiddo,
you have to be accessible..." Dad just grinned at me
as I must have looked like the teen I was.
We drove into the city and parked in a city lot down
in the financial district. Though Dad wore jeans most
of the time, his work as a building contractor often
brought him downtown.
We headed on to a side street and then down a short
alleyway. There were men of all types coming and going.
There was only one door in the alleyway and it had
three giant yellow "x"s on it. We went into what turned
out to be an adult bookstore neatly tucked away only
a block from a Starbucks and the dozens of office
buildings!
It was my first time inside a porn shop and I thought
maybe Dad had come here to pick up some magazines or
something. But he waved at the old man behind the
counter, who let us both through the turnstile without
paying the posted browse fee.
"So is that your kid?" The old man asked in a hushed
tone to my Dad, as he smiled as if in on some kind of
conspiracy.
"Yep." Was all Dad replied.
"Use booth number fifteen," the old guy whispered, "I
got it fixed that it don't need no tokens... just take
off the out-of-order sign -- do it quick before someone
sees the kid."
Dad took me by the elbow and led me to the back of the
store through an archway into a dark arcade booths
lining the walls. He nearly pushed me into booth
fifteen.
As soon was we got inside our booth, I could hear the
booths on either side of us being occupied, and I
noticed there were two large holes in the sides of our
booth.
Dad turned on a video machine with the flick of a
switch. He didn't say anything but groped himself as
he stared at the video playing continuously on the
monitor.
I stared as he slowly began to unzip the fly to his
pants, and I quickly became aware that our neighbors
were watching us through the holes in the booth walls.
He hauled out his cock and balls and then pushed me
to my knees.
I didn't know what to do, I think that I was in shock
because when Dad grabbed my hair and pulled my face
close to his crotch I didn't fight him. I allowed him
to push his boner between my lips and I started sucking
my Dad -- I knew that we were being watched by our
neighbors, but I still didn't fight my Dad, I just
licked him and sucked as he quietly instructed me.
Then Dad began pumping in and out of my mouth, then
pulling off to show the voyeurs on either side of us
his huge wet meat.
Suddenly, the men in either booth stuck their cocks
through the holes and Dad whispered, "Take care of
those men, son."
I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I couldn't
figure out why Dad was doing this to me. But I also
knew that the smell of the place, and these dicks
staring at me really turned me on for some reason.
I put one of the big cocks into my mouth and the man
started fucking my mouth like it was his woman's pussy.
I even moved up and down on his shaft hoping that my
Dad could see me in the dim light.
"Help the other one, too, boy," Dad said.
And so I switched to the other man's cock; it was
throbbing and bouncing waiting for my mouth.
"Get their man-milk, son, you have a whole lotta
sucking to do here today boy..."
I sucked on the two cocks alternately until they each
shot load after load of sperm into my mouth. I tried
to drink their come, but the first man had so much
that I started to gag. But by the time I had the
second man coming, I'd figured out how to swallow his
without any trouble.
As soon as each man left their booth, I could hear
other men taking their places. I was amazed; during
the course of the afternoon Dad had me suck every
cock that pushed its way into the holes. My mouth and
jaw was becoming sore, I wasn't sure how much longer
I could keep going. But I wanted to that was for sure.
At one point Dad told me to strip down and he put my
clothes under the stool, he said that he wanted to
make my naked body available to the men on either side
of us. "Let them choose what they want to you, son.
Some may want to plant their seed into your tight boy-
ass, so get ready for that."
He was right. Maybe two thirds of the men wanted to
shoot into my throat but the rest fucked my ass and
spewed cum into me from behind. My Dad had me back
up to the wall and bend over. The first time I wasn't
sure if I could take it. The man kept trusting at me
and I kept shying away from his cock. Finally Dad
grabbed me by the waist and shoved the guys cock deep
into my rear.
The two booths seemed to have revolving doors, and I
was the entertainment for a constant stream of men of
all types, and sizes, using my mouth and ass. Dad
would periodically lean close to my ear and whisper,
"That was number 18 son... that was the 27th load shot
into you, boy... he's the 35th man to cum in your
mouth. kiddo..." All the while Dad was rubbing his
cock on my face and sometimes shoving his cock into
my cum-dripping mouth.
-=*=-
The next day Dad asked me if I was OK with what had
happened the day before at the video store. I assured
him that it was the most fun I had ever had before and
that every time I thought about it my dick would start
to throb and pump right up like a hydraulic jack. It
hurt as it pounded in my pants and my ass-hole was
mighty sore from the repeated poundings I had received
the day before. But the truth of the matter was that
I wanted to go back to that bookstore with my Dad more
than anything in the whole wide world!! I knew then
that I would always love men's peters better than
anything else the world had to offer me.
I was also in love with my Dad in a strange new way
that really made my insides burn. I would do anything
ANYTHING that Dad wanted me to do...with ANYONE he
wanted me to do it with.
Dad went to the refrigerator to pull out a fresh six-
pack of Natural Light, which was what he did every
Friday night since Mama left us. He would usually down
a six-pack and then disappear for the rest of the
night. Tonight he had a strange look in his eyes and
kept pulling at his crotch while he sat there drinking.
Finally he said, "Boy, we're gonna really have us a
fucking good time tonight", he swigged down the last
of his third beer. I'm gonna make a man outta you yet,
he said as he popped open another beer and gave it to
me. "Drink it all", he said. Tonight we're gonna go
back downtown and have us a REAL time. Friday night's
when all the bookstore is really busy and they let it
all hang out. I'm gonna take you back into booth 15
and I'm gonna take a twelve-pack and we're gonna be
there all fuckin night long. You gonna get to know
every horny motherfucker in this town before we're
through!
My stomach went as weak as a kitten and I felt a long
steady thrill spreading up through my whole body and
my knees began to shake harder and then harder till I
thought I was gonna fall over. My teenage peter began
to throb in my pants and I swear it got painfully hard
and I could feel my every heartbeat pounding away in
my pants.
"Shit," Dad said, "we're gonna do this every Friday
night and everybody's gonna know when to come lookin
for you.
After having said that Dad abruptly turned and headed
for the bathroom, saying, "I'll be right out", said
Dad, as he went into the bathroom and locked the door
talking to himself through the beer haze which always
made him talk kinda slow and funny.
I could hear the cabinets opening in the bathroom and
things being shoved around in the cabinets and the
drawers. After a while Dad came out with a small travel
bag and then went over to the phone. I could hear him
whispering in the receiver and I knew he was talking
to the old man at the adult video store we had been to
the day before. "Same Booth? Same Deal? Put up the OUT
OF ORDER SIGN and tell everybody that we'll be there
in about half an hour."
I could hear him saying in a very strange tone of
Voice. "Yep. We'll be there all night," he spat out,
"and you damn well better keep a lookout, you know
how old my boy is."
Then we were on our way, "Jump in the car," Dad said,
as he offered me another beer. The beer was already
beginning to work on me, and Dad also offered me a
butt as he lit up one himself. "It's about time for
you to grow up," he said. "I'm gonna teach you all
sorts of things before the nights over and you are
gonna smoke just like me from now on. I'm gonna take
you out of school, too. You're old enough to quit and
you're gonna live with me 'till you're a grown man."
Dad reached over with his open hand like he was gonna
slap the piss out of me (Which he'd been known to do
before.) but his hand stopped just short of my face
and instead he screamed in the hardest voice I'd ever
heard him use "YOU UNDERSTAND ME BOY??!!"
My stomach got all weak just like it had before and
my peter began to grow again and I began to feel faint
but not because I was afraid, because I was excited.
"Yes Sir," I said with a voice cracking with excite-
ment and fear and respect and love.
My Dad had just made me the happiest little boy in the
world. I took a long drag off the cigarette and I kept
it hanging there dangling out of the corner of my lips
just like Dad did. I wanted to be just like my Dad.
By now we had reached the bookstore. Dad made me wait
in the smoke-filled car and handed me another beer. He
took the black travel bag in with him and came out
empty-handed a few minutes later with a big shit-
eating grin on his face. "Come on, boy" he said roughly
as he practically yanked me out of the car and took me
by the arm to lead me around the back of the bookstore.
He produced a key, which the old man at the counter
had obviously given him and opened the back door after
carefully looking around to make sure no one was
looking.
We made our way down the narrow barely-lit hall past
a lot of guys wandering around through the passageways
playing with a stack of tokens as they paused to look
at the movie cartons on display at the booth entrances.
We went around two corners and came to booth 15, which
again caused my stomach to go wild with a thrill feel-
ing. Dad took down the "OUT OF ORDER" sign and opened
the door.
As I began to step inside, he grabbed me roughly by
the shoulders and held me outside. Just as a man in
dirty work clothes, about 40 years old, who looked
like a mechanic, turned the corner into the passageway,
Dad took a strong drag off of his Camel. That caused
the man to look in our direction in the dark hallway
and Dad pushed me into the booth roughly, I stumbled
and almost fell. He stood outside of the booth a few
more seconds and I could see him make some sort of
sign to the man in the hall.
When we got inside, I could see the black travel bag
and a WHOLE CASE OF BEER sitting on the floor, as my
eyes became accustomed to the dim light. Dad reached
outside to rehang the "OUT OF ORDER" sign back on the
door. When he closed the door, he didn't waste any
time. He immediately reached down and unzipped my
pants and lowered them to my ankles. Then he undid my
shoes and took off my socks roughly and pilled my feet
out of my pants one at a time. He opened up the travel
bag and stuffed my pants and shoes inside and then he
pulled my still unbuttoned shirt up over my head.
I was standing there in the booth buck naked and my
peter was pumping full of blood like a metronome,
raising higher into the air with every heartbeat. It
would lunge up when my heart beat and then sink down
a little and then spring back up higher with the next
heartbeat until it wouldn't dip back at all. It was
as hard as it could get and it just throbbed, standing
erect. I looked down at it. I had been a late developer
and had only a small patch of pubic hair. In the dark
it looked almost like a man's dick because the hair
looked thicker in the dim light , but it was bent in
the middle and curved downward toward the floor
instead of the up curve that normal guys had on their
dicks.
How I would envy my brothers when I would peek at them
through the slit in the bathroom door baseboard as they
would beat off after school because their peckers
curved upward to fit perfectly into a pussy. Mine never
would fit right anyway, but now I didn't have to worry
about that anymore because now I would be with Dad for
good. He had a big upcurved dick and I was his boy for
life now and I knew that I would never ever have to
fuck a girl and that I would get to play with hundreds,
maybe thousands of normal peters for my whole lifetime.
That I would be able to quit school and not have to
envy all the boys in the high school locker room with
normal bushy-haired upcurved dicks who were out looking
for pussy every Friday night was an added bonus for me.
Now many of those normal guys who I feared and felt
envious of would be sharing those big thick peckers
with me. They didn't give a shit about who made them
feel good and I was now on my way to learning how to
make those big handsome perfect guys feel good...REAL
good!
I knew I'd do anything ANYTHING to make those men feel
good. I didn't care about my little dick no more, I
just wanted THEIRS!! I knew I was up for quite a night
and that the fun was just beginning. Dad handed me
another beer and lit up a Camel. He stuck one in my
mouth and held the lighter the cigarette. As I took a
drag, I glance up to see the most wicked look I'd ever
seen in Dad's eyes. It was halfway between a smirk and
a crazy look I'd never seen before. I heard the door
close in the next booth and could see the grease
smeared blue jeans of the man we had seen coming up
the hall. MY HEART LUNGED and that weak feeling came
back over me until I thought I was gonna buckle at the
knees. The fun was beginning!!
I watched as the rugged looking guy in the next booth
slowly began to lower himself so that his eye was
clearly showing through the 5 inch diameter perfectly
round hole which was the twin brother to the one on
the other wall. I heard someone enter the other booth
just as Dad literally lifted my naked body up off the
ground and laid my bare body over his knee and pushed
my ass up against the booth wall. It had scads of dry
cum stains streaking down the walls all over the booth.
I heard the man in the booth next to us pulling his
zipper down. Dad reached his callused hands down on
one of my ass cheeks and began to spread them apart
to display my asshole to the lusty man in the next
booth. I could feel Dad's spit land smack dab on my
hole and he began to stick a finger in and out of my
hole. Then he took a finger while still balancing me
on his knee and stuck it deep into my ass. Then he
stuck two fingers in and out so as to get them both
good and slimy with his spit and then he began to
stretch my hole apart little be little.
I lay there over his lap, my cock bone hard wondering
what would happen next. He seemed to know just when
to start and stop with his stretching so that the pain
wasn't too great to bear. I could hear the man in the
next booth breathing hard as he whispered lewdly "YEAH,
YEAH, open that boy up for me."
Dad's hands spread both of my ass-cheeks apart as wide
as he could and in about five seconds, I could feel
the strange rough callused hand of the man next door
ever so gently began to rub and caress my smooth boy-
ass.
When I glanced over, I could see the man's thick arm
sticking through the hole and I could just barely make
out the smirking face of the old bookstore attendant
crouched down behind the other man's shoulder. "Yeah,
don't worry." I could hear the old man whisper, as I
heard the booth door creak open and the old man slip
down the hall amid muffled voices.
The man next door plunged his finger deep into my butt-
hole and began to rotate it around feeling every nook
and cranny of my insides. Dad lowered me back to the
floor and made me bend over so that my hands were flat
on the sticky floor and my ass shoved up hard against
the hole in the wall.
Then he reached into the bag and pulled out a tube of
Vaseline or something. He pulled me away from the wall
just long enough to smear a giant glob of lube on my
butt hole and then jammed me back up against the hole
in the wall. Just then I felt something cold and
metallic sliding into my butt. It was thin and slid in
very easily.
The man began to fuck me with whatever it was -- real
fast and jerky like. Than he stopped with whatever it
was and I could then feel something large and warm
enter me. I knew it had to be the big mushroom head of
his dick.
I started to pull away from the wall in a reflex action
but the mans strong hand reached in through the hole
and dug his powerful fingers into my ass cheek, he
pulled me back up against wall. That excited me to the
point that I was ready to give in to him. I made up my
mind right then that I'd let him do anything he wanted
to me.
From my doubled over position I could see the large
throbbing shaft pop into my butt-hole, but just up to
the rim of the head. He kept pulling the head out and
mushing his way back in again until, with a groan, I
could feel the gushing sperm from the man's dick begin
to warm my now sensitive butt-hole.
Suddenly with a jerky movement he stuck the head back
in and I could feel the pumping spasms as the man's
cock erupted about 8 times into my ass. Finally he
pulled away and I could hear a thick glob of cum splat
onto to floor in the adjoining booth and a steady warm
stream slide out of my ass and down the insides of my
thighs as well.
Dad didn't waste any time in yanking me from the wall
to inspect my freshly fucked ass. He carefully pulled
a glob of cum running down between my balls and rubbed
it into my hair. I turned around after hearing another
groan from behind me just in time to see a huge hairy
pecker stuck through the hole on the other wall burst
into orgasm. He must have been watching the show and
couldn't take it any longer.
The man was groaning loudly with every spurt, to my
surprise Dad pushed me up close so that the man's jism
landed right on my rock hard dick. I watched this
happen almost in slow motion, I couldn't believe how
it made me feel, while he was doing that to me.
Then Dad began to rub the slick thick white sperm all
over my pubic area causing little white balls of sperm
to clot up in my pubic hairs. As the first man exited,
I could hear another step in the booth next to us to
take his place. I also heard the muffled talking in
the hall steadily growing more and more boisterous and
there were more voices than before.
Every time one guy would leave the booth, another
would take his place. Dad was drinking more and more
beer and was giving me about one to his every three.
Over the next three hours, I must have been prodded,
felt, fucked, shot into and onto, licked, kissed,
played with, masturbated, laughed at and ridiculed by
a hundred men... every kind of man imaginable, hand-
some guys, ugly guys, young guys, old guys, thin guys,
fat guys, all kinds!
But the main thing I wanted was to play with their
peckers. ALL KINDS of peckers. Long, short, thick,
bulbous head, floppy foreskins that cum would drip
out of and they would shake out the final globs,
filthy stinking dicks with gummy white balls of cheese
under their foreskins, dicks that smelled like stale
piss, some so filthy that it would make me gag.
Some of the dicks smelled and tasted like they'd just
come out of someone's asshole (which they probably
had) Some had perfumey smelling dick hair. some had
lots of musty smelling wiry dick hair, some had thin
silky blonde pubic hair and some had NO dick hair at
all.
Some of them would cum bucketful's, some would only
cum a drop or two and you could only see a little
white drop form at their piss slit, some would come
in long powerful streams. Some the cum tasted just
like avocados and other tasted strong and acidy and
would burn the back of my throat.
learned to swallow men's come almost immediately and
before long I just couldn't wait for another load to
be added to the pot . Load after load after load would
be deposited without remorse into my teenage mouth and
I would greedily swallow every drop time after time.
It got to the point where I could barely wait for
another deposit into my sperm bank of a stomach.
Dad would hold me up to the booth holes sometimes, up
off the floor resting on his knees so that he could
watch their thick rods sliding in and out of my cum
slickened hole through the glory holes cut into the
walls. I must have got fucked about fifteen times like
that.
The men fucked me every which a way hard, soft, fast,
slow pumping, teasing... all the way in out just the
dick head sometimes, Every so often, Dad would stop
and slide his own prick all the way up into me and
then pull it out just to stick it down my throat as
far as he could while it was still glistening and
dripping and coated with the sperm of a dozen dif-
ferent anonymous grown men who just wanted to get
their rocks off in a tight boys asshole.
Dad never came himself, and never told the men that
I was his son. He just told them that I was a kid he'd
found "down the street". I just kept getting more and
more excited and horny and irrational with all the
beer and smoke filling that booth.
Dad would sometimes hand a beer through the hole to
a waiting hand. He seemed to know these men, but I
couldn't be sure. Once when I got so crazed that my
face was pounding like my heart after one of those
men fucked me in the butt that after he pulled out,
I just squatted down and forced the sperm from my ass
out into my cupped hand. My hole was so opened up that
it made a lot of farting and gurgling noises as it
squirted out of my hole into my waiting hand.
I didn't realize how much sperm had been injected into
me from those dozen or so guys and when my hand got
full, I just lifted it up to my mouth and sipped it
all into my eager mouth, savoring the mixed fluids of
all those faceless guys as the mucous like sperm slid
down into my already bursting stomach.
When I would burp, the strong smell of fresh, strong,
ripe cum with(by then) billions and billions of
thrashing spermatozoa swimming around crazily in the
fluids, would cause my mouth to taste like the essence
of manhood itself. VIRILE, FERTILE, VITAL. ALL MALE!!
Then after I drank my fill, I reached down and shit
out another handful, and another, and another until
my butt was empty and my stomach was full to bursting.
I could hear two men in the next stall gasping at me
and saying, "I've never seen anything like that in all
my born days" and "Gross" and things like that. I
didn't care... all I knew is that I wanted more and
more and more. I knew that I would never ever get
enough. The thrilling feeling that had been ever so
often welling up in my stomach was now a totally
constant and steady presence.. and my face was burning
hot with sweat pouring down my cum soaked face so that
it was slippery as grease.
The case of beer had all been drunk now and Dad whis-
pered for the new guy in the booth to go get the old
man attendant. It was now 1:45 AM. The old man finally
came and lowered his face down to the gaping glory
hole and Dad whispered something to him. In about ten
minutes while Dad and me shared a smoke and several
men were groping and playing with me through the holes,
the there was a knock at the door.
Dad reached over and threw the latch off the door.
When it slowly creaked open I recognized the old
bookstore attendant. He just grinned and set down
another case of beer and handed Dad two packs of
Camels. With the door opened, I could see a crowd of
men standing around outside.
I stuck my head out around the corner of the door and
could hardly believe what I saw. The small dark pas-
sageway was jam packed with men of all shapes and
sizes. They had formed a line all the way up the hall
and around the corner.
When I stuck my face out I could hear several of them
whisper "That's Him" or "There he is" and other things
I couldn't make out.
The old man turned to Dad and said in an exasperated
voice, "I'm gonna have to close the place down. I'm
gonna lock the front door and let everybody get a turn
or two at him. The place is jammed solid. A couple of
men who had taken a turn at the boy spread it around
at a couple of the other bookstores down the street
and now everybody and his brother is here."
Dad was drunk now and when he got drunk he was known
for his crazy behavior and his violent attitude. "Lock
the Fucking place up, Hewey, There ain't a son of a
bitch here that ain't gonna get his rocks off tonight
if I have any Goddamn thing to say about it!!"
At this point, Dad reached over and giving me a full
kiss right on the mouth, said "And this little devil
is gonna take everyone of these sorry motherfuckers
on, too."
Then he took a long drag off his butt and slurped down
some more brew. The foam from the brew as it spurted
down the side of his mouth only made me aware of how
desperate I was for more cum!!
The guys in the hall were all craning their heads and
mumbling urgently. Dad took me by the arm and yanked
me stark naked out into the crowded hallway.
"This what you want? Well come and goddamn get it!"
Dad pulled me down the hall by my hair toward a back
room where there was a small appliance bulb illumi-
nating a rather large room littered with cases of
soda, video sleeves, plastic cases and toilet paper.
"Beer's on me too," he spat out as he pushed me so
hard into the room that I stumbled over some soda
cases.
The men started to crowd into the room as best they
could. "Who is this little faggot whore?" one of them
asked, stifling a laugh. I could barely make out the
forms of all the guys in this dimly lit room, but they
sure did smell like they'd been drinking pretty heavy.
Maybe they'd been recruited from a local bar. One of
them pulled out a large uncut dick from his fly and I
headed for it like a bear for honey.
I knew what they wanted and I meant to make them all
happy. The man pulled my hand away from his pulsating
peter and lifted me up by the waist onto the makeshift
desk in the corner of the room. He grabbed me by my
ankles and lifted my legs high up over my head.
Without further ado, he plunged his big dick straight
up to the hilt into my ass until his fat round balls
hit paydirt and I could feel his pubic hair grinding
into my own dick. The pain was excruciating and I
screamed out for Dad to help me.
To my surprise, Dad was laying in the middle of the
room passed out from all the booze he'd consumed.
There were two dirty looking men going through his
pockets and I could make out one of them taking all
the cash out of his bill fold and quickly pocketing
it.
The drunken man on top of me began to furiously pump
my butt-hole like a jack hammer. The pain subsided to
the point that it only hurt when his balls crashed up
against my groin and his dick had hit home full tilt
up my hole. I knew what they meant now by being raped.
The guy popped his nuts and then another stepped up to
the challenge, depositing his wad almost as quickly as
his pud touched my pucker.
I had to endure this about four more times until one
of the men, a big rugged handsome dude about thirty-
five threw a large overcoat around me and told me to
come with him. Several of the guys had been talking
about doing some really awful things to me and he was
trying to get me out of there before something really
irreversible happened. He led me down the hallway and
out the back door, to the dismay of everyone. As we
passed the other men in the hall, they looked dismayed
but offered no resistance, as my escort was by far
stronger and more well-built than anyone else in the
store.
He took me through the alley at the rear of the store
to his SUV parked out of sight behind some trees. He
made me get in the back and we sped away. We arrived
at a lonely stretch of woods after what seemed an hour
and suddenly the car came to a halt. When he opened
the rear of the van I got my first view of where we
were. We were on a deserted road (a long dirt road)
somewhere in the woods in the middle of nowhere.
The only other sign of life were the incessant crickets
chirping away rhythmically in the hot still summer
night. He pulled me out into the open air. I could hear
the sound of a babbling brook somewhere in the
distance. He looked down at me in the light of the
almost full moon and then removed the raincoat which
I had been bundled up in, leaving me standing butt
naked and matted with dried come from head to toe in
the still night.
He took the raincoat as I watched and folded it neatly
into a small nylon bag, which was the same color as
the coat. He then locked the SUV leaving me there
alone with him without clothes, without ANYTHING but
his strong hand to lead me down the deserted path into
the still night.
"Where are we going?" I asked in a still quivering
voice.
"You'll see" he retorted.
"What are we going to do?" I said almost crying.
"You'll see, He said looking directly into my eyes
with a coal black stare. He had one of the handsomest
faces I'd ever seen on a human being. All I knew at
this point was that I trusted him. That I would do
whatever he wished that I'd do. My peter began to
stiffen up again and I knew then that I was HIS... I
felt that my life was about to be changed forever!
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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Kristen's collection - Directory 9