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An American Pervert in London, by Bill Limieux Par
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
An American Pervert
In London
by
Bill Lemieux
part 1
"So, where do we go for lunch?" asked Jason, looking half-heartedly in one
of the hundreds of shop windows. Yet another combination tobacconist's and
news stand. The neighborhood was rife with them. An annoyed-looking
proprietor stared at him as he pressed his nose against the glass, and he
realized he was acting like a tourist again and looked away.
The view in Flora's direction was decidedly better, anyway. She had dressed
up before leaving the hotel room, apparently to torment him. It was working.
Now she was wearing a very tight, very short latex miniskirt in an outrageous
shade of purple. The latex was so thin, it was slightly translucent, and when
the light hit it right, he could see little bubbles in the sweat between her
ass and the skirt.
Combined with the form-fitting jacket in a matching shade of patent leather,
the total effect was staggeringly loud, but very sexy. Besides a half-cup
push-up bra of shiny black rubber, the tight-waisted jacket was all she wore
above the waist. It revealed and exaggerated her cleavage and, combined with
the bright colors, created the impression that she was an escapee from a local
art school.
Jason shrugged his new bomber jacket around him, unwilling to believe that
this overcast day was actually "nice spring weather," as Flora had called it.
He was glad he had bought the version with a shearling lining, because it was
the only thing keeping him warm. The pattern of chrome studs on the back he
could have done without, but it was the only version that came with the
sheepskin.
"I dunno," Flora answered absently. She was squinting in the overcast but
bright daylight, looking through a tourist's guide book. "Something besides
pub food. The locals could learn something about good food, you know." She
shifted back and forth a bit on her stiletto heels.
"Hey," defended Jason, "that place had damn good ale. Just because you
don't like fish..."
"I LIKE fish," retorted Flora, "I just don't like what THEY did to it. I
mean, vinegar? Eeew." She took a break from her reading to stick her tongue
out petulantly at a passing gent who was admiring the view. It was not
surprising, considering Flora's outfit- even in Carnaby Street, where punks
and art-school types seemed to abound.
"What do you mean, you're supposed to LIKE the vinegar. YOU'RE a Brit. It's
been what, twenty-four hours? And already your accent is thickening like
yesterday's chowder." He smiled at his little witticism, but pecked Flora on
the cheek to take the sting from his words.
She grinned and appeared ready with a riposte, when something caught her
attention over Jason's shoulder.
"Mandy! Over here!" She shouted over the din of the tourist crowd and the
traffic.
Mandy hurried up to them, loaded down with shopping bags. Looking quite
fashionable in her shiny black mackintosh and calf-high boots, she was far
better prepared for the threatening sky than either Jason or Flora. Flora
looked like she ought to be freezing in her skimpy, revealing outfit, but she
showed no sign of it. Perhaps she was just used to the climate. She had
neglected to tell her companions what the weather was like in England, but
apparently Mandy had had a better idea English weather than Jason.
"So, did you find what you were looking for?" Asked Jason.
She frowned and said, "More or less. I have to go back to the Ectomorph
shop after the con for a second fitting. Oh, and I've bought you each a
present."
"What, What?" Flora asked, jumping up and trying to look into Mandy's bag,
like a small child.
"Oh, you'll see. Wait 'till we get back to the hotel. Hmm. I see I'm not
the only one who's been shopping. New shoes, my dear?"
Flora smiled coyly through her hair at Mandy, who was walking around the
younger woman, inspecting her new heels. They were sky-high, bright purple,
patent leather opera pumps, matching her skirt, with the addition of half-a-
dozen straps across the instep, and a wide cuff around the ankle, attached to
the shoe at the back. A tiny padlock dangled from the hasp of each cuff.
"What do you think?" Asked Jason, "I picked the style, and Flora picked the
color."
Mandy smiled approvingly. "I like, I like. Anything else?"
"I've been sorely tempted," said Jason, "but I'm saving my money for the
convention. Every fetish and perve shop in Europe will be there, and I won't
have to wear out my feet. Plus, if we see something in the dealers room we
like, we can always visit their shop next week, if they're locals."
"Well," said Flora, "there was one little thing, er, pair of things, I just
couldn't resist. They weren't very expensive!" She added defensively.
"So? Give. Let's see!" Mandy looked expectantly at Flora's shopping bag.
"Weeelll, since you're going to make US wait until we get back, I think
I'll make YOU wait too." She put on her best "mischievous child" grin.
Mandy gave her a stern look. "Fine. If that's the way you want it. You
know you'll have to pay for this little disobedience later, don't you?"
Jason rolled his eyes skyward.
"And what are YOU looking gaga at?" Mandy gave Jason a perturbed stare.
Jason looked back, his innocent smile clearly saying, `who me?'.
Mandy gave up. "Oh! You two! I'm starving. Let's find something.."
"..to eat," finished Flora and Jason in unison.
Mandy peered around the block, evidently looking for a promising eatery.
"You too?" She said.
"We were just debating what to have when you walked up," answered Flora.
"Well, I don't see much here, and I don't fancy the hotel food. What's your
little book say?"
"Not much. Looks like a lot of tourist traps, if you ask me."
"Flora and I passed an ice-cream shop about a block back..." Jason offered
helpfully.
Flora and Mandy looked at each other. Wide grins broke out.
"Chocolate Oblivion!" They cried in unison. They each grabbed an arm of a
bewildered looking Jason and hurried back the way he and Flora had come.
-=O=-
"Oh, God," moaned Jason, "that was wonderful." He leaned back in the chair,
holding his stomach. "...but I feel like the Goodyear blimp," he added.
Flora and Mandy exchanged looks, and broke out in another fit of giggles.
The giggles had started about half-way through their chocolate orgy, and they
had hardly said a word since. Jason was trying to be patient, but he kept
getting the impression that he was on the receiving end of an inside joke. It
didn't help that the giggles seemed uncharacteristic for the usually cool
Mandy.
"Oh Jesus, this is good fudge," Mandy finally said clearly. She and Flora
had been devouring a mound of Rocky Road under rivers of hot fudge.
"Not Hot Fudge Topping," Mandy had read off the shops sign, "but real melted
fudge! These people definitely have the right idea!"
The two soda jerks, one a boy, the other a young woman and apparently the
manager, had been ogling the trio since they had sat down, the boy trying not
to be obvious as he alternately stared at Flora and Mandy.
When Mandy had doffed her mac, revealing her tightly-laced, metallic silver,
kid leather body suit, you could almost hear the boy's jaw crack as it hit the
counter. Jason had watched in curious amusement when Flora had gone up to ask
the woman for a glass of water, and a long whispered conversation had ensued
between her and the young lady at the end of the counter.
"So what was that all about," Jason asked when she got back.
"She wanted to know where she could find a skirt just like this one,"
replied Flora, looking quite satisfied with herself.
"Not in purple, I hope," said Mandy.
"What's wrong with purple?" Countered Flora.
"Aside from the incredibly loud shade you picked," replied Mandy,
"nothing... but you never seemed to want bright colors before- black used to
be good enough until now..." She was regarding Flora with thoughtful eyes.
"That's because I never bought something just for wearing out in public
before," Flora said. "I mean, EVERYONE wears black rubber or leather at the
convention, right? I just wanted to be... different, that's all."
"You want to be different, eh?" asked Mandy in an odd tone, staring intently
into Flora's eyes. "But you ARE different, my little slut, and you know it,
don't you?" She had lowered her voice to a deep and throaty purr, and Jason
doubted that the two behind the counter could hear. It would probably have
been too much for their perspiring young minds anyhow, he thought. Mandy was
still talking in low tones to Flora. "You are better than they are, aren't
you? You are more... valuable, because you are mine."
Flora's eyes grew a little wider, but she didn't break Mandy's gaze. She
licked her lips. She began to look distracted, as if listening to Mandy's
little speech was the most important thing in the world. Mandy's voice
continued in a softly spoken, unbroken torrent of words.
"You have experienced both heaven and hell, while they fumble through their
dreary lives like mice in a maze." Her voice had taken on a monotonous,
almost hypnotic quality. Jason had never heard her speak this way before.
The hair rose on the back of his neck. Something's happening here, he
thought. He had the good sense not to interrupt with any questions.
"You live your life for pleasure, because you wish to, isn't that right?"
Flora's eyelids were drooping, Jason noticed.
"Mm-hmm," answered Flora. The air between the three of them was charged with
energy, and Jason shivered, despite the warm jacket he still wore. Flora
seemed fascinated with Mandy's face in a dreamy sort of way, while at the same
time, she appeared distracted, as if listening to unheard music.
"What do you live for?" asked Mandy.
"Pleasure," murmured Flora.
"Why do you live this way?" insisted Mandy.
"Because I wish to," replied Flora, her voice sounding almost drugged with
happiness now. Jason was entranced.
Mandy's voice took on a more insistent tone.
"Your pleasure is my pleasure," Pause.
"My pleasure is your pleasure," came the answer.
"Your will is my will." Mandy stated it as a fact. Pause.
"My will is your will." Flora's eyes were closed now.
Shit, thought Jason, she's hypnotizing her! Where the hell did she learn
this? He snuck a glance at the two soda jerks. They were oblivious to what
was happening, quietly cleaning up, only occasionally glancing at the three of
them.
He realized Mandy hadn't said anything in a while. She was watching Flora
intently. Flora's head nodded slightly, as if she were falling asleep.
"Flora? Can you hear me?" asked Mandy.
"Mm-hmm."
"Flora, you know you are in a deep trance, don't you?"
"Mm-hmm."
"You will listen only to the sound of my voice. You will not hear anyone or
anything else, do you understand?"
"Mm-hmm."
Mandy looked at Jason, who appeared ready to burst with questions. She
grinned at him and leaned over to whisper in his ear. "Later," she said
quietly to him, "Right now I want to enjoy this. You are going to go up and
order a popcicle. I am going to go to the bathroom with Flora. Wait a
minute, then follow us. Bring the popcicle with you."
"But..."
"No buts. We'll be in the men's room. Don't keep us waiting."
Jason could only wonder what Mandy had in mind. She stared at him
expectantly. He headed for the counter. "Um, I'd like a popcicle, if you
have any," he asked the woman. She looked a little less interested in her
customers now, although her helper was still obviously fascinated with Mandy.
"What flavor?"
"Um." He wondered for a moment whether the flavor mattered. He looked at the
boxes in the freezer display. "Orange, I guess."
"25 cents." She rang it up, and went back to washing a fountain mixer.
He took his popcicle back to their table, leaving it wrapped. Mandy had
already got up. Jason watched as she spoke to the boy, then headed through
the indicated door with Flora in tow. Jason and the boy watched them
appreciatively, Mandy's small and muscular leather-encased ass and legs
flexing with muscle, followed by Flora's more ample, tightly-rubbered bottom
and hips wiggling and swaying with abandon.
Jason hit the bathroom door precisely a minute later, without glancing at the
two behind the counter, for fear they'd be staring at him. They had to be
suspicious now. He felt distinctly self-conscious sucking the popcicle while
he walked into the "loo". To his relief, there were two rest room doors on
the other side of the outer door. Maybe they won't realize we're in the same
room, he thought.
At first, he saw no-one in the room. He was surprised how large the bathroom
was- most "water closets" he had seen so far were literally closets. There
were soft moans coming from one of the stalls. He looked in. Flora was bent
over the commode, facing the wall, with her arms folded on the tank and her
legs astride the toilet. Her latex skirt was pulled way up, stretched tightly
around her waist and over her breasts. The leather jacket and her bra were
nowhere to be seen. Mandy stood behind her, one hand cupping a breast, the
other buried to the knuckles in Flora's vagina. She motioned with her head
for Jason to join them. It was cramped, and he and Mandy had to squeeze
beside Flora to get the door closed, but once they had, there was little more
room to move around in. He discovered Flora's jacket and bra hanging on the
back of the door.
"Stop staring like a virgin," chided Mandy, "I want you to do something."
She turned to her slave. "Flora," she said softly, "are you listening to me?"
"Mm-hmm."
"I am going to put a leather helmet on you, do you understand?"
"Mm. Yes." Flora's voice was still a little dreamy, but she sounded more
alert.
"The helmet is very thick. It has a big gag and it fits tightly. Once I
put it on you, you won't be able to hear anything, or speak at all, do you
understand?"
"Yes, Mistress." Jason could hear the excitement in her voice now. No
helmet was in sight. He began to become more than a little excited himself.
"Your voice will not work at all, you will be unable to moan, unable to make
a sound, do you understand?"
"Yes."
"When I take it off, I will pinch your nose. Then you will be able to hear
and speak again, do you understand?"
"Mm-hmm."
"I am putting the helmet on you now, can you feel it?" Mandy had her hands
around Flora's head, and was stroking them down around her ears.
"Yes."
"When I am finished lacing up the helmet, you will feel a pinch on the back
of your neck, and you will no longer be able to hear or make a sound, do you
understand?"
"Mm-hmm"
She pressed her hands against Flora's head and face. "I am lacing it up now,
and it is getting tighter." Flora moaned softly. Mandy pushed her fingers
into Flora's mouth momentarily. "The gag is pushing past your lips, filling
your mouth. Soon you will be completely deaf and dumb." Flora moaned again,
very softly, hardly more than a breath, though her mouth had formed a round
`O'.
Jason realized suddenly that he had been holding his breath, and started
breathing again, heavily.
Mandy pinched the back of Flora's neck. Flora jerked slightly, but remained
silent. "Flora, I want you to sit down," she said. Flora remained standing.
"Flora, I'm talking to you!" she hissed. "Flora, can you hear me? Just nod
your head if you can hear me." Nothing happened. Mandy grinned at Jason.
Without warning, she drew her hand back and gave Flora a tremendous swat on
the bottom. Flora jerked, and her buttocks tensed and squirmed a bit, but she
made no sound. As Jason watched, the colored outline of Mandy's hand appeared
faintly on Flora's beautiful bottom.
"Run your popcicle over her cunt," commanded Mandy. Jason's eyes grew wide,
but he did as he was told.
"Is she really deaf?" he asked. Flora jerked when he touched the icy
popcicle to her, and bounced up and down several times, as if unable to
tolerate it's touch, but unwilling to let it leave her for very long. Orange
colored juice began dripping down one leg.
"Looks like it," replied Mandy. She moved to one side, and massaged Flora's
breasts through the thin rubber of the skirt. "Put it in," she added after a
few moments.
"Waitaminute," said Jason, flustered, "it's frozen! Won't she... I mean..."
"Just keep it moving, don't let it stay in one place. Put it in now! I know
what I'm doing." Her eyes flashed sternly at him, and he knew he would be
hearing about his hesitation later, under less comfortable circumstances.
Jason plunged the icy confection into Flora's already dripping sex. Flora
tensed all over, as if she were being electrocuted. She didn't change
position however, she stood frozen in place, stooped over, her muscles
quivering, her entire torso shaking.
"Keep it moving!" commanded Mandy, "fuck her with it!"
Jason plunged the fat popcicle in and out of Flora, while Mandy viciously
tugged, twisted, and squeezed Flora's breasts and nipple rings. Flora was
actually humping the ice-cold popcicle now- Jason had only to hold it in one
position. He noticed suddenly, to his surprise, that he had developed a
tremendous erection.
"Enough," said Mandy, "take it out." Flora squirmed her ass a little as he
did. Mandy grabbed her shoulders and pulled her upright, then forcibly turned
her around, facing the door. She pointed to the toilet seat. "Sit," she
commanded. It took Jason a second to realize she meant him. He squeezed past
Flora, and sat down on the closed lid. Mandy pushed him back against the
tank, made him scrunch down a little on the seat. She maneuvered Flora
backwards, until her legs were astride the toilet again. In her stiletto
heels, her ass was as high as Jason's face. Mandy stood in front of her,
pulled her shoulders down until she was bent over, her hands now resting on
Jason's knees.
Mandy looked at Jason over Flora's back. "Well, what are you waiting for?
Clean her up!"
Jason was happy to oblige, and buried his face in Flora's crotch. The
combination of orange flavored juice and her own natural taste was bizarre,
but he decided that he liked it. There was something intoxicating,
unnaturally arousing, about her scent, her taste. He had read once somewhere,
that humans didn't really have pheromones, those chemicals that involuntarily
excited moths and other animals. If that was really true, then perhaps Flora
was a freak of nature, for her taste somehow excited him terrifically, like
no-one else's, including Mandy.
Mandy was doing something that made Flora's ass sway. He took a break to see
what it was. Mandy had hold of Flora's skirt. "What are you looking at?" she
said, "get back to work." As soon as he did, he felt Mandy pulling the thin
latex skirt down over Flora's hips, and then his head! He had to move forward
a bit, but Mandy pulled it down, until his head was trapped between Flora's
crotch and the tightly stretched rubber. It was more or less the situation
Mandy had put him in when they had first made love, when he was still an
innocent teen.
In no time, the space under the skirt became hot and humid, and he
occasionally had to pause from his licking and sucking to take huge gasps of
Flora- and rubber-scented air.
Before long, he felt Flora swaying and bucking against his face, though she
made no sound at all. He started humming, on a low note, while his mouth was
pressed to her sex. She pressed even harder back against his face, and he
became hard-pressed to breathe at all. Though he was becoming light-headed,
he could feel she was close to orgasm, and didn't want to spoil it. Just when
he thought he would pass out from lack of oxygen, he felt her shudder and buck
violently, her cunt spasming and literally trying to suck in his nose when she
shifted position. Desperately, he reached down, grabbed the toilet bowl rim,
and pulling backwards and down, extracted his head from her skirt. He looked
up to see Mandy grinning down at him.
"You're lucky you brought her off before you `pulled out'," she said, "or I
might have had to punish you."
"Oof!" sighed Jason, "Ahh, isn't someone out there going to- phew! -get
suspicious soon?"
"Probably. Let's get her dressed. No, wait- I have an idea." She rummaged
in her purse. "I was going to wait 'til we got back to the hotel, but..."
She showed him a long box, covered with fancy embroidery. "I picked these up
at a shop called Trash," she said, opening the lid. Inside were four very
large, highly polished ball bearings, maybe two inches in diameter. Jason
took one out and turned it in his hand. It was NOT a ball bearing. It
weighed far less than it ought to judging from it's size, but it also quivered
and shook in his hand as if alive.
"Ben Wa balls," he breathed, "jeezus they're huge! And they don't rattle?"
He looked quizzically at Mandy.
"They're the real thing- there's mercury inside instead of a solid ball.
Don't worry- The shells are welded stainless steel, and leak tested, so no-
one's going to get poisoned. They cost an arm and a leg, too," she added.
Jason grinned back at her, and rubbed the cold ball against Flora's still-
moist pussy. She jumped slightly, but didn't retreat. He licked it all over,
then put it back against her, pushed gently. Almost at once, Flora shoved her
ass backwards, and it disappeared inside. He heard a zipper. He looked up,
took another ball from the box Mandy had set down on Flora's back. The other
two were now gone. He looked at Mandy. She looked nonchalantly back, then
turned to rummage in her purse again. Puzzled, he turned back to the job at
hand. He moistened and pushed in the other ball.
"What if they fall out?" he asked.
"We'll take care of that in a minute," replied Mandy. "Aha!" she said
softly, producing a small tube from her purse.
"K-Y jelly?" asked Jason, "I don't think she needs..."
"Lube her ass, smart boy," ordered Mandy, with a wry smile on her face.
Obediently he put a gob around her asshole, lubed his finger, and pushed it
in, wiggling it around. She responded silently, pushing back at him slightly.
`Oink-oink', he thought at her.
"That's right, get her good and loose," urged Mandy. He felt Flora relax her
sphincter, and pushed in another gob, then another finger. He felt her twitch
around him, but she didn't seem uncomfortable. He rotated his fingers, and
had just put his pinky in when he heard the zipper again. He looked up.
Mandy had the front of her leather jump suit unzipped, and was handing him
another ball. It was nicely warm. A light went on in his head. He lubed it
up with some trepidation and presented it two Flora's rear. To his surprise,
it took very little pressure before it popped inside. He looked back at
Mandy. She reached into her suit, removed the other ball from her other
armpit and handed it to him.
"Tell me," she said, zipping up, "do you prefer to look at me naked, or
dressed in leather?"
"You know the answer to that one," he said sheepishly. He pushed on the
second, now slippery, sphere carefully.
"No. That's not what I mean. I know you love rubber as much as I do. I'm
talking about leather. You said once that it didn't excite you nearly as much
as latex. So, what I want to know is, is leather more exciting than plain
skin?"
The ball plopped inside. "I guess..." replied Jason thoughtfully, leaning
back against the tank, "I guess I like leather better with a little skin
showing- I like the contrast. But completely concealing leather is better
than bare skin, I suppose, if it fits tightly. And you know I love the way
THAT suit fits."
"Yeah, I know," said Mandy. She straightened Flora up, and pulled the tight
rubber skirt back up over her hips. "I'll be right back." She opened the
stall door, winked at a dumbfounded Jason, and waltzed out. She was back in
less than thirty seconds with one of her shopping bags. "They're suspicious
alright," she said when she had re-entered the stall, "but I don't think
they'll be any trouble." She grinned slightly. "That boy was sitting,
absolutely wide-eyed, at one of the tables, and the girl watched me the whole
way to our table and back. I think she might be bi; she kept licking her
lips, when she thought I wasn't looking. Okay, here we go."
She pulled out a black rubber panty sort of thing from the bag. At Mandy's
request, Jason helped her put it on Flora, holding up one foot then the other,
while Mandy pulled it up Flora's legs. It was like a wide g-string, but the
crotch piece was wider than usual, starting out an inch wide at the back, and
except for the waist belt, was completely covered with tall, bulbous rubber
knobs on the inside. It fit very tightly, and it was obvious to Jason that it
would keep the metal balls in, although he didn't think she'd be able to walk
very far in it. Then a thought struck him.
"You know lover, that skirt is nearly transparent in sunlight."
Mandy stared at him as if he had just announced that gravity made things fall
down. "I have eyes, you know. She'll deal with it." She pulled Flora's
skirt the rest of the way down over her ass.
Even in the less-than-adequate light of the bathroom, Jason could make out
the darker outline of the black g-string through the translucent purple
rubber. He shook his head.
"We'd better get out of here," he said.
"Go ahead," replied Mandy, "meet us at the corner. I have something I want
to do first."
Jason left the bathroom, shaking his head, and smiling to himself. On his
way out of the shop, he summoned the guts to wink at the boy, still sitting at
an empty table. The boy blushed to his hairline.
Back in the stall, Mandy caressed Flora's head and face firmly, as if
sliding something over her skin, then tweaked her nose. Flora worked her
mouth silently, as if un-cramping her jaw, then sighed silently.
"Flora, can you hear me?" Mandy asked softly.
"Yes my love."
Mandy grabbed both of Flora's earlobes and pulled down gently.
"Flora, can you feel this?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Remember that. When I pull on your ears again, you will wake up completely,
but you will not remember anything that has happened, or anything that has
been said. You will obey all of the instructions that have been given to you,
without thinking about them. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Now Flora, I want you to listen very carefully. You are wearing Ben Wa
balls and grope panties. Can you feel them?"
Flora moved a hand against her skirt, squirmed her legs together slightly.
She hummed softly. "Yes, Mistress. Oh, yes."
"Flora, in a little while, I will wake you up and we will walk back to the
hotel. You know what will happen. You will become very excited by the balls
bouncing inside you and by the panties rubbing your clit. But you will not be
able to come. This is very important Flora, so I will say it again. No
matter how much you are excited, no matter how good it feels, the sensations
will not be quite enough stimulation for you to climax. You won't be able to
come until you hear me say a certain word. When I say that word, your
stimulation will be complete, and only then will you be able to come. Do you
understand, Flora?"
"Yes, my love." Her expression was one of peace, of satisfaction.
"Now Flora, what will happen after you wake up?"
"We'll walk back to the hotel, with the balls inside me," here she gave a
little shudder, "but I won't come until you say... some word." Her brow
furrowed as, at some deep level, she realized she didn't know what the word
was.
"Flora, would you like to know what the word will be?"
"Yes please, Mistress." She looked genuinely anxious now.
"I will not say it now. When you are awake, the word will be...
`autoeroticism'. The word WILL be `autoeroticism'. Now, I haven't said it
yet. You may not come until you are awake and you hear me say it, do you
understand?"
"Mm-hmm." A faint look of relief crossed Flora's face.
Mandy smiled, opened the stall door and backed up. Leaning forward, she
pulled down on each of Flora's ears.
...to be continued
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