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The Power of Suggestion	By : JakeEupeigh Category: +S through Z > TaleSpin Views: 9210 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-The Power of Suggestion
- 2-Desperate Times
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Clarification : All characters in this story are of an appropriate age, in relation to the country, or state, of origin of the reader, for sexual contact, and to be considered an Adult. If this is in contradiction to the official canon, this work must then be considered to take place within an Alternate Universe whereby the characters ARE adults.
Chapter 1 : The Power of Suggestion
"Kiiiiiit!? Are you up there?" yelled Becky.

"Yes Ms. Cunningham" came a reply from Kit who was sitting up stairs reading his comics in the privacy of his bedroom.
"Could you do me a favor? I need to have a prescription filled, but I'm already late to pick up Molly at the library. Do you know the pharmacy on the corner of 1st and Palm?" Becky continued to yell up the stairway.
Slowly, Kit lifted himself from his bed annoyed at just having gotten to the good part of his comic, he laid it flat on his covers open to the last page he was on so that he could continue when he got back.
"Yeah" Kit replied slowly descending the stairway "I got a friend that works there, he and I go way back."
"Good, I just need you to pick up my sleeping pills, I'm all out." Rebecca said, handing him some money.
"Everything's all set, just pick them up and drop them off at my house, thanks I really appreciate this Kit." Rebecca continued and kissed him on the forehead.
Rebecca Cunningham, owner and operator of Higher for Hire, a delivery service operating out of Cape Suzet, had always treated Kit more like a son than an employee, after rescuing him from air pirates almost a decade earlier Rebecca, or Becky to her friends and “Beckers” to her almost disrespectful pilot Baloo, took Kit under her wing and even allowed him to live at their office location on the bay.
Kit Cloudkicker, once a boyish rogue living with an army of air pirates had grown to care deeply for, what he viewed as, his adopted mother or even more.
It wasn't until he was out of the office and on his way to the pharmacy when he got an idea. He had always felt close to Rebecca, but even though he knew she cared for him, and treated him like a son, she still seemed to regard him as only a child, the way she originally found him. But over the years Kit's feelings for her had slowly morphed from that of a misbehaving orphan for a legal guardian, to one of general affection, then to a teenager's infatuation, and more recently to something that not even he, himself, could describe. It was more of a yearning, a need welling up within him, and it had gotten worse over the last several months, and now was his chance to do something about it.
The bell above the door chimed as Kit entered the pharmacy. A man at the counter turned away from lazily reading a magazine on the counter, to look, and a confused look came upon his face.
"Hey, Bill, how ya doin'?" asked Kit as he neared the counter.
"Holey Mackerel, is that really you Kit?" asked Bill, the pharmacist currently manning the front desk.
"Yeah, it's been quite a while hasn't it?" Kit replied sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
"It's been, what, 10 years since I seen you last? Why, last time I saw you, you were knee high to a watermelon." said Bill "How ya been?"

"Oh, getting along okay, hey Doug wouldn't still be working here would he? I haven't seen him in ages." Kit said trying not to seem too excited.
"Sure, sure, he's in the back bringing in today's deliveries, yeah you two always did pal around, want me to go get him?" Bill replied
"Nah, that's okay, I can get it. Thanks Bill, I'd stay and talk more, but I have a delivery of my own to make this afternoon." Kit said as he headed back outside.
"No problem, Kit, we'll see you later." said Bill turning back to his magazine "Probably in another 10 years" he quietly muttered to himself.
As Kit rounded the corner around in the back alley of the pharmacy he saw the familiar figure of Doug, loading boxes out of the back of a van.
"They still have you unloading trucks?" asked Kit "I would have thought you'd have been promoted to stock boy by now Doug?"
"Well, I'll be a son of a bitch, Kit is that you?" replied Doug as he put down the box he had just unloaded.
"Good to see you man." Kit said as he moved closer to shake hands.
"It's been a long time all right, you still with Karnage and his crew?" Doug said quickly lighting a cigarette and putting the lighter back in his pocket before accepting Kits handshake.
"Not ... exactly." Kit replied scratching the back of his head and looking at his feet. "I put my own crew together a few years ago right here in town"
"You always were one ambitious son of a bitch, hehe" replied Doug.
"Speaking of, do you guys still carry the stuff we used on guards during our bank jobs?" Kit asked quietly looking around for anyone eavesdropping.
"You mean Copherisol?" Doug replied in an equally hushed and suspicious tone "Shit yeah, as long as we got rich bitch parents who need to turn their kids into zombies whenever company comes over, we're going to be stocking that stuff by the barrel."
"Good" replied Kit.

"I need 2 or 3 bottles if you are still in the 'supply' business that is'" Kit said with a wink.
"Sure thing, Two or Three bottles, that's gotta be some heist you got planned." Doug said walking into the back of the pharmacy.
Doug carefully removed several bottles off of a shelf making as little noise as possible before returning to the alley.
"Will this be enough" Kit said handing Doug a roll of bills of differing denominations.
"Oh yeah, plenty." Doug replied.
"Keep the change." Kit said before once more looking for anyone listening into their conversation before turning to leave.
"Hey, thanks man, and stay safe." Doug said winking and pointing his finger at Kit as if it were a gun.
As Kit approached Rebecca's house, he looked around to make sure her car wasn't in the driveway. He then rang the doorbell to see if Becky had dropped off Molly. After a few rings, when he was reasonably sure that no one was home, Kit began looking around. He noticed two potted plants near the doorway and began to look more closely, feeling inside, and around the lip of the clay pots.
"Aha" Kit exclaimed as he reached under the lip of one of the pots.
"Typical" Kit said with an almost disappointed look on his face as he looked at the key in his hands, "Brought my lock picks for nothing."
The door creaked as it opened, no other noise could be heard inside. Kit quickly shut the door and ran to Becky's bedroom. He knew it was getting late in the afternoon and he did not know how long it would be before Becky came home.

When Kit entered the bedroom, he looked at the nightstand, but found nothing. He then went over to the master bath and looked at the counter and in the medicine cabinet but still did not find what he was looking for.
"I got it" Kit said quietly, but excitedly as he began looking through the trash can in the bathroom.
After finding nothing in the bathroom, he went back to the bedroom where he found what he was looking for, the old bottle of sleeping pills that Rebecca had thrown away the night before.

Kit quickly opened up the empty bottle as well as one of the bottles he picked up from the pharmacy and poured the contents from full bottle into the empty one. Kit then put the newly filled bottle into the bag that Doug had given him. He then looked at the prescription label on the front of the bottle to make sure that the dosage was the same.
"One pill before going to bed, perfect." Kit quietly said to himself. All he had to do now was write a note. Kit found a pad of paper, and a pen, in the kitchen and wrote a small note which he then folded and placed under the pharmacy bag on the front step of the house. He then placed the house key back under the lip of the clay pot, where he had found it, and went back inside the house before closing, and locking, the door.
Now all he needed was a good hiding place. Which might have been difficult if not for his experience playing hide-and-seek with Molly over the years. He then situated himself in the back of the closet. There was room to hide in the corner without being spotted, while the slats on the folding doors provided a sight line over the entire bedroom.
The closet was a lot smaller than he remembered, but then again it had been 6 or 7 years since he'd hidden in it. He got as comfortable as he could in the small space and waited for Becky to return home.
Kit awoke with a start as he heard the front door close. As he tried to stand up, he found his legs would not move, they had fallen asleep from the hours of sitting in cramped conditions.
Kit quietly tried to shift positions to get the blood flow moving again, but he knew he couldn't move too much lest Rebecca and Molly hear him.

Just then Kit heard someone enter the bedroom, and he became still. He heard the crinkling sound of the bag from the pharmacy as Rebecca put it down on her nightstand. It was then that Kit noticed he was lying in an awkward position. His leg began cramping up, yet Kit knew he dare not move.

Then suddenly the closet door opened, Kit shut his eyes, expecting to be caught as he was exposed lying on the floor in the corner with the full light of the bedroom making him completely visible, but the only sound Kit heard was Rebecca moving some clothes on hangers to the side as she put a freshly dry cleaned suit on the rack. The pain of getting caught scared Kit, but the pain in his leg was approaching the point where he did not care anymore.

Then Kit opened his eyes and stared up, he could see up Rebecca's skirt at his present angle, and all of the sudden the pain he felt subsided. Again Kit froze, he wasn't sure if the pain had subsided on its own or because his mind was elsewhere dealing with the sight before him. He knew he had feelings for Rebecca, but it was different now that she was in front of him, without even knowing. His eyes were still adjusting to the light, but he could make out the outline of her lace underwear, as well as her garter belt and hose that ran down her leg. Rebecca's panties shifted as she moved her torso, it was subtle but Kit could make out the shape of her womenhood as she was moving the clothes around on the rack. What felt like minutes of staring into bliss, was actually only a couple of seconds, when all of the sudden.
"Hey Mom, where do I put the bread, there's no room in the bread box." Molly said coming around the doorway and into the bedroom carrying a loaf of bread.

Kit's heart stopped once again, as he was sure Molly would look down at him and catch him in the act of spying on her mother.
"Oh, that loaf in the box is probably moldy, throw it out to make room." Rebecca replied as she closed the closet door "And the vegetable oil goes above the sink."
As quickly as the situation had escalated in Kits mind, it had all abated as Kit straightened his leg as quietly as he could and began rubbing his sore muscles.
When Rebecca and Molly returned to the kitchen Kit had the chance to stand back up without making any noise. He didn't know what time it was, but the lights were on when Rebecca opened the door, so he figured it must be past sundown.
Kit came out from the corner of the closet to look through the slats in the door, it was around 8:30pm according to the clock on Rebecca's wall. Kit just kept thinking to himself that if he knew it would have taken this long, he would have brought his comic books along. But he knew it would all be worth the wait, his brief encounter viewing up Rebecca's skirt had brought him to new heights of arousal in this fantasy turned reality.
He looked down and saw his member completely unsheathed and ready to go. He couldn't remain like this for long without it becoming unbearably uncomfortable, so he felt the need to masturbate, not only to relieve his sexual tension, but also some of the tension he felt at almost getting caught, twice.
He felt around in the darkness, for what he knew was there, a wicker laundry basket. Inside he felt around for something he could use to catch his load upon release. Right on top of the pile, he felt it, a pair of Rebecca's panties. "Perfect!" Kit thought to himself. After inhaling their scent in several heavy breaths, he began rubbing his throbbing member with the sweet smelling panties. It did not take very long, as Kit thought more and more about the absolute wrongness of tonight's events, he became more and more aroused. In only a minute or two Kit was spasming, blowing his load into the now soaking underwear worn by his mother figure and boss. Afterward, Kits heart started to slow down and he almost fell back asleep. But then he heard Rebecca's voice once more.
"Molly, I'm gonna get to bed early tonight, I need to catch up on sleep after the last couple of days." came Rebecca's voice from the bedroom doorway.
Kit heard the door close and then heard her approach the closet once again. He was prepared this time, standing in the darkened corner, protected by hanging clothes he had a small window of sight through the tops of the hanging garments. As the closet door opened, light from the bedroom shone through forcing Kit's pupils to adjust before he could see.
As before, Rebecca was not even looking in his direction when she began to disrobe, removing her jacket, shoes and blouse, then her skirt, then she slowly unfastened her pantyhose, one by one, and rolled them down her leg before finally sliding her panties down, once again, slowly.
Kit stood transfixed, watching Rebecca as if she were stripping, giving a private show just for him.
She was completely naked now, standing in front of her closet after tossing her discarded clothes into the wicker basket.
Kit marveled in wonder at the sight before his eyes. He had seen naked women before, in Baloo's magazines that he kept, supposedly, hidden under his seat in the Sea Duck. But those women were different, their private areas were always matted with hair. Rebecca was different, she wasn't bald or anything, but you could see, and recognize, every part of her womenhood, from her perfectly formed inner and outer lips, to her clitoris, which was almost standing at full attention as far as Kit could see.
After Rebecca closed the closet doors, Kit knew this was his opportunity, he quietly stepped out from the corner of the closet making sure not to disturb any of the clothing so he could get a good look through the slats in the closet door.
When Kit finally made it to a good observation point Rebecca was nowhere to be found. Then Kit heard running water, and knew she was in the Master bathroom.
Rebecca then came out of the bathroom with a glass of water and set it on the night stand, before walking over to her dresser drawers. After standing a few seconds motionless looking into one of her drawers, she pulled out, what appeared to be, a small book and a neck massager that Kit had seen advertised on late night television.
With the book and massager in hand, Rebecca then crawled onto her bed, which was rather large for her small frame, it must have been a King.
When she reached the center of the top of the bed, she turned around and sat up against the back of her headboard, set the book and massager down, and reached over to the nightstand. She opened the pharmacy bag while reading the note that Kit had left. She mumbled a few of the words in the note, shrugged, and then opened the bottle. After swallowing one of the pills with the glass of water she had brought from the bathroom, she placed the glass and pill bottle on the nightstand and picked up her book. After flipping through some pages, she held the book open with her left hand and grabbed the massager with her right.
Now, Kit was aware of sexual self gratification, but he had never thought that women used machines as an aid in that regard. He had always assumed they just used their hands, like men did. As a pirate he heard all kinds of stories, but they were mostly about either intercourse or finger banging.
As Rebecca obviously got more, and more, into the story in her book, Kit noticed that her breathing quickened, ever so slightly. She began to caress her breasts, eyes never leaving the pages of her book. With one hand holding her book, the other slid down her body, slowly. She began moving her legs, sliding them across one another, her thighs seemingly trying to scratch an itch they could not reach.
Finally Rebecca's hand reached her nether region, almost by itself. It began by sliding up and down her vaginal slit, feeling the crease guarding her innermost desires. Then her hand began making circular motions pressing against her flushed full lips, very slowly at first. After what seemed like minutes of rubbing and breathing, Rebecca's hand finally ventured deeper into her womenhood. Two fingers penetrated her innermost sanctum of worldly pleasure, after a second, or two, of intense grinding, she pulled out her fingers and brought them to her face.
Rebecca inspected her now sopping digits watching the fluid adhere to them, and form membranes as she parted her fingers. She then moved her hand to her nose to smell them before licking them clean, one by one.
Kit could barely stand to watch, it was making him so excited. His cock begged for attention, but he knew he dare not touch himself, lest he make some noise alerting Rebecca to his presence. He consoled himself with the knowledge that it would not be long, now, before he would find release.
After cleaning her fingers, Rebecca reached over to pick up the neck massager. She turned the base a few degrees and the device came to life, making more noise than Kit had first imagined when he saw it. It was rather loud for something with such a discrete intended purpose.
Rebecca placed the vibrator on top of her swollen clitoris. where she proceeded to move it around a bit. As it touched her, her hips seemed to jump just the slightest bit, whether because of its temperature, or her aroused state Kit could not say, but after a few seconds Rebecca inserted the massager deep into her vaginal folds.
Slowly she inserted the device, then began to pull it back out, when all of the sudden a strange look came over her face. She stopped moving, the vibrator was still working, she was still breathing, but all other movement ceased. Kit knew the time he had been so patiently waiting for, had arrived.
Slowly, Kit opened the closet doors, watching Rebecca for any reaction as he did. Rebecca's eyes were still fixed as if staring off into a corner. As Kit approached the bed, he became even more aroused by Rebecca's, rather exposed, position. Even as Kit sat down on the side of the bed and leaned over to look deeper into her eyes, Rebecca did not move a muscle.
"Ms. Cunningham?" Kit whispered quietly, knowing Molly was just a few rooms away.
"Yes Kit?" Rebecca slowly responded in a low monotone voice, moving only her lips.
Kit was all but wringing his hands in his mind, now that the drug had taken effect, Kit could finally fulfill the urges that had built up in him recently.
"Lean back, and spread your legs." Kit instructed, still whispering.
Rebecca relaxed, leaning back against her headboard, with her legs splayed open, still with her knees bent. Kit noticed the vibrator still buzzing inside her, Rebecca's juices leaking out around the shaft.
"Oh, Ms. Cunningham, a women like you deserves more than this." Kit said, his hand moving toward Rebecca's, now splayed, womenhood.
"Having sex with a machine, it can't be near as fun as with someone you care about." Kit said, "Ms. Cunningham, listen closely, from this moment on, when I touch you, I want you to feel an almost insatiable sexual desire build within you."
Rebecca simply nodded. Then Kit placed his finger over Rebecca's clitoral hood, pressing it down against the shaft of the still operating vibrator.
"Ahh" Rebecca said in a raised whisper, as the desire returned to her eyes. She began moving her hips in an attempt to grind her clitoris even further against his finger.
Kit then, laid down sideways, Rebecca's gyrating crotch just a few inches away, and used his now free hand to push and pull the vibrator into, and out of, Rebecca's hungry snatch.
Kit began to rub Rebecca's clit in small circles as he began rotating the vibrator back and forth. The effect was immediate, Rebecca sharply inhaled as if she were flinching against the coming pleasure, at the same time, she began biting her lower lip.
Rebecca began breathing faster, and faster, her legs were moving, seemingly on their own. Her nipples now stood out, well beyond her furry chest. Kit could see even see her pussy lips turning from pink to bright red as they clenched around the vibrating device in an attempt to pull it back in as Kit repeatedly pumped it in and out of Rebecca's soaking, pulsating, cunt.
"Oooh Kit" Rebecca sighed "so ... close."
At this Kit began ramping down his ministrations. He pulled out the vibrator and slowed his finger circling around Rebecca's clit.
Rebecca's face turned to one of yearning shock, as if she were dangling above a cliff as Kit was about to let her fall off.
But Kit did not let her fall far, he then slowly inserted his index and middle finger into her warm, moist, tunnel. Her cunt walls, again clenched around the welcome intruder.
Her pleasure was still building, but slower and slower. Kit stopped watching what he was doing, and began to look, instead, into her eyes as her anticipation grew. Even her gyrating hips began to slow. It was as if she were on a roller coaster, nearing the top of the first hill.
As her breathing changed, once again, it became short, almost panicked, intakes of air timed further and further apart. Her eyes came up to meet Kits for a few seconds before she seemed to stop breathing altogether.
As her orgasm took hold, her eyes rolled back beyond the confines of her eyelids. Her legs and arms seemed to twitch. Her breathing returned in a huge intake of air as her pussy tried to pull Kit's entire arm inside of her.
At this, Kit began to stroke the roof of her vagina, in an attempt to bring her, still gripping, orgasm to even new heights, and it was working. Like a car shifted into high gear, Rebecca responded, lifting her ass high into the air.
"Ah . Oh . Agh . Agh" Rebecca squealed lost in a whirlwind of desire, forcing herself harder and harder onto Kits fingers until his entire hand was threatening to penetrate her.
Rebecca's mind went blank, all her thoughts left her, even in her present state of being. For what seemed like hours her brain was wracked with pleasure, her body moving on its own. Her twitching legs, her bouncing chest, her clenching teeth threatening to bite clean through her lower lip.
As the seconds passed by, what started as large quakes turned into smaller aftershocks, Rebecca's eyes closed as she lay there, twitching while Kit was still slowly rubbing her pussy lips, attempting to wring out the last of the pleasure stored in her abating orgasm.
"That's it" Kit said "Let it all out. Its my turn next."
With that, Kit stood up, and began to remove his cap and shirt.
Rebecca opened her eyes and watched Kit in a blank stare, the drug still keeping her will at bay.
"Now, put my dick in your mouth as far as you can, be sure to use your tongue around the head, but no teeth." Kit said motioning Rebecca to the side of the bed.
Rebecca slid over, and sat up before slowly reaching for Kit's swollen member. Rebecca noted how impressive it was for a man as young as Kit. Even before placing it in her mouth, Rebecca began licking the head as it poked out of its sheath. She drew the foreskin back and stuck out her tongue as she moved her lips over her teeth and drew Kit's cock into her mouth.
The warm, moist sensation assaulted Kit's mind, making it hard for him to concentrate. It was something he had imagined thousands of times, but it still took him by surprise. Even as Rebecca began to rock her head back and forth to rub his cock over her tongue with even more force, Kit began thrusting in and out of her mouth to increase the friction, and pleasure, even further.
Rebecca's moaning and Kit's grunting combined to form a chorus of pleasure and desire that slowly came to a crescendo. Kit grabbed the back of Rebecca's head and began forcing is cock into her mouth to the hilt. Rebecca's eyes opened wide as she could not breath when Kit's entire length went partially down her throat. She began instinctively inhaling through her nose when he pulled out just so she could inhale during a full on assault of her oral cavity. Her tongue worked furiously on the head of Kit's cock, desperately trying to bring her newfound lover to orgasm.
Just then, Kit pulled her head as far as he could onto his crotch as his dick exploded like he never felt before. Huge spurts of white hot semen spewed down Rebecca's throat. Still sucking and tonging Kit's member, Rebecca greedily accepted what seemed like an impossible load from Kit's spasming cock. She thought to herself, as she was swallowing the last of his seed, that this load had to have been building up for quite a while, she would have been shocked to learn it was actually his second load in the last hour.
When she was satisfied that she had sufficiently cleaned the head of Kit's cock, Rebecca released it back into the cold night air making a small popping sound.
With that, Rebecca's gaze went blank once again, staring into Kit's face.
Still recovering from his orgasm, Kit returned to the middle of the bed, half sitting up against the headboard.
"That was amazing Ms." Kit stopped, catching himself still being so formal in this very personal situation "I mean, Becky."
Kit sat still for a few seconds contemplating something.
"From now on, whenever I call you Becky you will become more and more aroused until I either tell you to relax, or you have an orgasm." Kit commanded "Is that clear?"
"Yes Kit" Rebecca responded in a still monotone voice.
Kit spent the next several minutes recovering from his earlier climax, telling Rebecca to take on several seductive poses, all the while calling her Becky.
After hearing each call to "Becky" she seemed to become more and more agitated. After a few minutes she began furiously rubbing her pussy lips in a desperate attempt to relieve her mounting desire.
"Ah, Ah, Ah BECKY" Kit said wagging his finger, "While I am with you, you are not, under any circumstances, to masturbate."
Her face turned to one of desperation.
"Kit ... please, PLEASE, I can't stand it." Rebecca pleaded
Rebecca then moved her body over Kit's leg, and began furiously grinding her pussy onto it
"After all" Rebecca thought "It's not masturbation if it's his body pleasuring me."
"My my, BECKY, we sure are horny tonight, aren't we ... BECKY." Kit said, tormenting his lover.
Rebecca began whimpering "PLEASE Kit, I mean MASTER, Finger me, Fuck me, RAPE me I DON'T CARE ANYMORE, JUST MAKE ME CUM!!!!"
With this, Kit knew it was time, leaning back into the headboard, he held his newly hardened member in his hand and winked at the, almost sobbing, desperate woman before him.
She immediately jumped upon him, without even looking she moved his cockhead into position and began bouncing up and down on his bare cock.
Kit barely had time to temper his thoughts as he almost came immediately at the site of his desperate lover relishing his steaming cockmeat.
Her eyes rolling back into her head, Rebecca kept bouncing up and down trying to increase the friction of Kit's penetration with each stroke. Kit, Baloo, Higher for Hire, even Molly all thoughts were banished to the back of her mind as all she could think about was the nine inch piece of heaven pistoning her pleasure box into oblivion.
"Now BECKY, don't you dare cum before me." Kit said seeing her reaction to impaling herself repeatedly on his rock hard dick.
Rebecca responded by clamping down as hard as she could on Kits massive member.
"Ungh, that's it BECKY, squeeze it hard." Kit said closing his eyes.
Rebecca's pace quickened, her jaws clenched and her teeth laid bare in a desperate attempt to concentrate her few remaining thoughts on making Kit climax.
She again began squealing, short high notes, signaling her need for release.
Kit was close, his breathing ragged, he began meeting Rebecca's hips trying to get a few more centimeters of penetration, he began picturing his cockhead penetrating Rebecca's cervix, entering her womb and painting it with his seed.
With that last thought Kit passed the point of no return, his eyes flew open and looked into Rebecca's desperate eyes. "OH MY GOD, BECKY, I'M CUMMING!" Kit shouted
"FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM, KIT!" Rebecca responded in a higher than normal pitch as she clenched her cunt muscles even harder around his pistoning cock.
Both grunting as they released into and onto each other, the only sound they made was huge gasps for air, and grunts made attempting to drain one another of any lingering desire built up between them.
As their orgasms subsided and their twitching muscles began to cease, they looked into each others eyes before they both succumbed to physical and mental exhaustion.
Rebecca's last motion before letting sleep take hold of her, was to wrap her arms around her new found lover, and hold him to her chest. And as the darkness enveloped her, staring toward the front of the room, her last conscious thought was "Who left the bedroom door open?"
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