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Getting with the Program - Alternative Plot One
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"Get with the Program - alternative plot one"
A thousand conflicting thoughts and emotions whirled through
my mind. My whole life was turned topsy turvy. By the time I
got to the cabin, I had calmed somewhat. I met Bill at the car.
He said, "Honey, are you all right? You look like you've been
crying."
I said, "I have been. Helen had me beaten with a cane. I'm
all right, though."
"That does it. We're getting out of here right now. Fuck
the damn job!"
A part of me panicked. I reached out and placed my hand on
his arm and said, "No, let's see this through. We've gone this
far. You were right; we need this job. I can take whatever
Helen can dish out." Bill studied me with great curiosity,
trying to read me. The normal part of me tried to figure out
where that statement had come from, for I wanted out of there
fast. I now realize that it wasn't Helen's threat that made me
want to stay. We could easily get away. It wasn't the job,
either. It was Helen. I wanted Helen to correct the injustice
in my boring life. Bill seemed to see or sense it. He said,
"Okay, if you're sure. Just say when you've had enough, and
we'll be out of here."
I said, "No, I want us to make a commitment to see this
thing through, no matter what, and I expect...no...I insist you
hold me to it."
"All right. We're staying the full week. I won't
interfere, I mean that."
"I don't want you to."
"The kids will have to fend for themselves."
"Of course. Come on; I'll help you unload."
As we unpacked our things, Steven lay sprawled on the bed
with his magazines. Jenny helped me. As I bent over a suitcase,
Jenny said, "Mom, what are those stripes on the backs of your
thighs?"
I blushed and stood straight. Steven, Bill, and Jenny
awaited my reply. I looked nervously from one face to another
and decided to tell them the partial truth. I knew Helen would
be exposing me to further outrages and thought I should brace my
family. They were going to see a side of me that I didn't even
know existed. I said, "I was given a beating with a cane. I'm
all right."
Jenny looked tearful and cried, "Why? Who?"
"It's all right, Jenny. Helen Cummings had it done to put
me in my place. I got a little smart with her and made some
threats. She taught me a good lesson."
Steven looked up with interest and said, "What lesson?"
"To behave myself while we're here and not give anyone a
hard time. Believe me, I won't, and I strongly suggest you guys
do likewise. These people are serious, but they're here to have
fun, not hurt people. We need to keep that in mind."
Steven said, "Was it fun?"
I looked at his amused face and said, "No, it was not fun.
They took off my shorts and panties and hit me between the legs.
It was not fun in the least."
Jenny winced and made an agonized face, but Steven was even
more amused, saying, "Wow, they hit you in the cunt!"
Bill said, "Steven, that's no way to talk to your mother."
Steven's words thrilled me. I tried to act serious and
calm. I said, "No, Bill, let him say what he wants. We can't be
enforcing our normal rules in this place. You can't very well
let a boy look at stuff like that [indicating the magazines] and
expect him to call a vagina a vagina, or treat women, even his
mother, with any respect." I looked to Steven and said, "To
answer your question, yes, she hit me in the cunt."
Steven's face lit up at my use of the foul word. Jenny
cried, "Mom!" Bill looked equally shocked. They've never heard
me say "shit," much less "cunt." Steven loved it and said,
"Really, did she get your clit."
Bill shouted angrily, "Steven, that's enough."
Again I stood up for Steven and said, "Leave him alone,
Bill. He obviously wants to hear about it. I won't begrudge him
taking whatever pleasure he can grab from this experience. I
would much rather he enjoyed this stay rather than be traumatized
by it." To Steven I said, "And yes, she did hit my clit."
"How'd she do it?"
"Helen didn't do it. She had a girl your age, a very pretty
girl I might add, take off my shorts and panties and start
whipping my ass and thighs. She gave me over a dozen hard hits,
then brought one right up between my legs while I knelt on all
fours." I found this confession very stimulating, but was not
prepared to tell them what I was doing on all fours.
"Neat, did the cane go into your pussy slit?"
"Yes, it went right in the crack."
"Far out. Did you cry?"
"Yes, I cried a lot."
"God, I wish I could have seen that."
Jenny said, "Steven, you're awful. You have no idea how
much that must have hurt Mom."
I walked up to Steven and ruffled his hair, saying, "I think
he does, Jenny. He's just being honest. I appreciate that. If
it happens again, I hope Steven is there to witness it. Who
knows, they might even let him do the hitting. Would you like
that, Steven?"
"Yes, I'd do it, too. I'd really make you cry."
I brushed hair from his eyes and said, "Yes, I'm sure you
would, dear. I can't say I'm looking forward to it, but if it
happens, I won't hold it against you."
"Even if I hit you on your pussy?"
I smiled, "Yes, even on my pussy, in my slit, on my clit.
Are you happy?"
"Yeah, I can't wait."
That conversation with my son in front of my husband and
daughter had my pussy leaking into my shorts. I knew I had to
change the subject and my shorts quickly before further
humiliating myself. I remembered Helen's bra and panty rule and
turned to Jenny, saying, "I'm afraid I have some bad news for you
too, Jenny. Helen said there's a firm rule: no panties or bras
are allowed here. You'll have to change. They kept mine, but I
still have need to change."
"Mom, all I brought was skirts and dresses and a swim suit.
I can't go without panties."
"You have to, Jenny. I'm sorry."
"Well, we can't change here."
"It's that or outside. They want us to live in this fish
bowl. We may as well make the most of this. Just wait till
there's no one walking by and do it quickly."
"What about them?"
She indicated her father and brother. I said, "Come on,
Jenny. We can't possibly hide from each other in this room, and
I'm not sending everyone out every time you need to attend your
toilet or change clothes. Hurry up now."
"Mom! At least make them look the other way!"
"Jenny, honestly!" I strode over and pulled her dress up
over her head like I used to when she was a child. She fell
right into her old way of lifting her arms for me. I tossed off
her dress and pulled her bra off the same way. She crossed her
arms over her compact mounds as I knelt and dragged her panties
down, making her lift one foot then the other in bashful
humiliation. While freeing her panties, I held her right foot
higher than necessary. My eyes drifted to her crotch, inches
from my face. I was suddenly paralyzed by the most exciting view
of my daughter's pussy. I wondered what hers would taste like.
Would her inner flesh feel differently than Helen's? Would the
fine light hairs add or detract from the experience, and would
her pink clit grow any bigger in my sucking mouth? I was
startled from my fantasy by Jenny crying out, "Mother, please,
put my leg down!"
I dropped her foot and stood. Jenny was trying to hide both
her tits and her crotch. I tossed her a short skirt and blouse.
I stripped naked and took my time finding something to wear. In
the process, I gave everyone, even passers-by, a lewd exhibition.
Steven was a delight. He got on his hands and knees behind me
and followed me everywhere. I slowly pulled on a pair of shorts,
being sure to give Steven a good long look at my criss-crossed
naked ass, not to mention my pussy. My awkward efforts were
slowed by my overly-dramatic show of pain as I gingerly inched
the shorts past one stripe at a time. I was rewarded for my
effort by an exciting comment from Steven as he peered up between
my legs. As my ass wiggled in his face, he said, "It's all red
where she hit you in the pussy, Mom."
I said, "I wouldn't doubt that, but remember, pussies are
reddish on the inside anyway."
"Yeah, I know, but yours is red inside and out, especially
on your left cunt lip. I can see where the cane landed. It went
across your clit to the right side of your pussy mound. I can
see the mark through the cunt hairs."
I held myself in this exposed position and questioned Steven
about my wound. He rewarded me with another long and lewd
description. He even used his fingers to trace the area.
Afterwards, I reluctantly hid his visual treasure and said,
"Well, thank you very much for that commentary. I'm sure Jenny
and your father appreciated it too."
I zipped my shorts and turned to face them, topless. I
ignored their looks and searched for a tube top. I borrowed one
of Jenny's and crammed my thirty-six inch tits into her
thirty-two inch top. Jenny was dressed by then, so I suggested
we explore the facility. We decided to pair off: boys going one
way, girls the other. We parted near the fountain. Bill and
Steven paused to look at the Venus. I overheard Steven remark,
"She looks an awful lot like Mom, especially her tits and cunt,
huh Dad?"
Jenny said, "Mom, how can you let Steven talk about you like
that. He's being nasty on purpose."
"I know, Jenny. Boys are like that. Let him have his fun,
dear. Who knows, you might even find something you like here.
I'll tolerate that too."
"I seriously doubt that. This place is scary, Mom. These
men look at me like I'm naked."
"You are under that outfit, and they know it. You better be
careful how you sit or you are going to give somebody the thrill
of a lifetime."
She smiled as we entered the clubhouse and said, "I already
gave Steven his thrill thanks to you." She paused and said,
"Mom, why were you looking at me like that...you know, down
there."
We walked side by side pausing from time to time to study a
painting or other object. I said, "You mean why was I staring at
your vagina. I don't know, sweetheart. It captivated me.
Frankly, I've never seen one so pretty, cute, and sexy. I'm just
lucky the guys were there or I probably would have given it a
very long kiss, and not a peck either."
"Mom!" She giggled, "This place is getting to you. Gosh, I
never thought I'd hear you say something like that....Did you
really like it that much?"
We had stopped before a large painting of a leather-clad
dominitrix standing spread-legged over a bound young girl with
the girl's tongue reaching into the woman's exaggerated vagina.
I turned and grasped Jenny by the shoulders, looked deep in her
eyes and said, "Jenny, I loved it and I'll try to look again and
again. I may even try to sneak in a kiss from time to time. I'm
just warning you. Sweetheart, your legs are not your finest
feature, your pussy is. Believe me."
I could see her beaming through her delightful blush. She
said, "I don't care if you look or anything, Mom."
"I'll remember that. Jenny, see that gentleman sitting by
himself in the lounge. That's Mr. Peabody, the head of
accounting. He's a nice guy. Why don't we go over. I'll sit in
the stuffed chair facing his and you can sit on the arm. Here's
your chance to show a man your pussy and test his reaction."
"Mom! I couldn't do that...could I?"
I took her hand and led her over, took the seat, and patted
the arm rest. Jenny shyly sat with her knees tightly pressed
together. I made introductions as Mr. Peabody smiled warmly and
ran his eyes over both our bodies. We made small talk as Jenny's
legs slowly relaxed and drifted apart. After three minutes, he
was unabashedly looking right at her naked pussy. Jenny was
unabashedly showing it to him. I talked while stroking my left
hand along her right thigh. Jenny seemed to enjoy her first
intentional exhibition.
Mr. Peabody enjoyed it also as he stared openly through the
top half of his bifocals. Those glasses must have given him a
clear view. His bermuda shorts testified to that. Impulsively,
I let my hand drift higher up her thigh, pushing her short skirt
up before it. Jenny softly cried, "Mom!" and laid her hand over
mine, following, not resisting. I glanced around to see that no
one was looking, then continued to mover her shirt up past her
mons and angled my fingertips to her slit. I traced her pussy
lips and said, "Penny for your thoughts."
Jenny was nervously looking around as he said, "I was
wondering if it got any better."
I pressed gently outward against her inner thigh with my
fingertips. Jenny let her leg drift out until her knees were
eighteen inches apart. I used a finger to pull her right labia
out and said, "She's beautiful, isn't she?"
"Magnificent. Look, why don't we move to the library. It's
cozy and usually private."
Jenny gave me an anxious look. I said, "Lead the way."
Mr. Peobody led us past the TV room and into a small book-
filled room with a small sofa, a desk, and a padded leather
chair. He shut the door and said, "Have her lie down on the
desk, please."
Jenny clutched my hand. I turned to her and said, "Relax,
sweetheart. He's not going to screw you unless you want him to.
He just wants a better look at your gorgeous vagina. Isn't that
right, Mr. Peobody?"
"Jenny, no one here will do anything to you unless you let
them. All you have to do is say no. Everyone here will honor a
no. It's a golden rule. I just want a better look, okay."
Without waiting for her response, I guided Jenny to the desk
and lifted her. I pushed against her chest until she settled
back uneasily. I scooted her back and placed her feet on the
desk-top, wide apart. I told her to lift her butt. Jenny
lifted; I pushed her skirt past her waist and stood aside. Mr.
Peobody had dropped his shorts and advanced between Jenny's legs
stroking an impressive erection. My mouth watered. His eyes
focused on her beaver as he knelt. Jenny was on her elbows,
watching him study her intimate anatomy.
I knelt at his side and reached for his cock. He
relinquished it to me and dipped his head to kiss Jenny's pussy.
Jenny squealed; her thighs clamped his head. I pumped his cock
and pushed out on her left knee. She relaxed and soon had her
knees wide. I watched him lick my little angle, then went low to
take him in my mouth. I sucked him in that awkward position,
listening to my daughter's moans.
I grew more and more excited, as did Mr. Peobody. He
stopped to tell me to get naked. I got up and stripped
hurriedly. I rubbed my cunt against his elbow to let him know I
was ready. He got up and practically threw me onto the desk
beside Jenny. He quickly mounted me and shoved his cock all the
way into my wet pussy. I drew back my legs, holding onto my toes
and screamed, "FUCK ME! Oh, Yes, Fuck me hard!"
Jenny rolled to her side and looked at the cock pumping into
my fevered crotch. Having her watch added to my excitement. I
lifted to meet his thrusts. He fucked me long and deep, slowly
building up steam. My orgasm exploded over me and was quickly
followed by another. A third happened when he came. I ground my
cunt on his spewing cock and milked his spend from him. My
crotch became a milky froth of our juices.
He pulled out. I still held my toes, exhausted. Jenny got
down and looked between my legs. I caught her eye, seeing her
between my knees and decided to hold my obscene pose. I said,
"Take a good look, Jenny. You're going to see a lot of this."
Mr. Peobody put on his shorts and left. I slowly recovered. We
dressed and left.
We walked to the bar, took seats and ordered cocktails. We
sat silently for a few minutes. When the drinks came, I took a
long sip and said, "Are you upset with me?"
She smiled and said, "No! Not at all, Mom. God, that was
something, incredible."
"It was that. You may not believe this after what you saw,
but your father is the only man I've ever had sex with."
"I'm not surprised, Mom. I have a hard time imagining you
and Daddy doing it."
"But you do imagine it?"
She blushed and said, "Well, it's not like an obsession, but
yeah, I have."
I smiled and touched her nearby thigh, saying, "Have you
ever seen your father's penis erect?"
"No, but I did see it soft, hanging out the leg opening of
his shorts. I've seen that a lot."
"I figured so. Have you ever touched a penis or kissed
one?"
"No, never, not even Steven's, though he wants me to."
"Interesting. Steven has many dimensions, and I think he
has one dimension that is bigger and fatter than his father's."
"Mom! Are you horny for Steven? It did look like you were
trying to turn him on back in the room."
"Was I that obvious?"
"Mom, you practically wiggled your vagina under his nose,
and if I didn't know better I'd think you wanted him to beat
you."
I took a casual sip of my drink while looking straight
ahead. I said, "What makes you think you know better?"
"God, Mom! You're unreal. Did they drug you? You aren't
the same Mom that went up there."
"You're absolutely right about that; but no, they didn't
drug me. I'm sorry if I've said too much. Hey, let's finish
these drinks and find the guys."
* * *
We wandered around the camp for and found the guys at the
pool. Few people wore suits and the pool staff was naked save
for shoes and hats. There weren't many kids present in the camp,
but those we saw were as provocative and outrageous as the
adults. The young boys gave the female staffers a hard time by
pinching and slapping tender areas. The girls, some
pre-pubescent, flaunted themselves shamelessly at any male but
especially the handsome lifeguards. Steven was naked in the
water with three of the little minxes. On our way over to Bill,
a young boy, maybe thirteen, came up to Jenny sporting a junior
grade hardon and simply said, "Hi, my name's Robert. Want to
fuck?"
Jenny appeared to be studying the presented prick, but was,
in fact, too dumbfounded to immediately respond. She simply
said, "No." He looked to me and said, "How about you, lady?"
I smiled and said, "Thanks for the offer, dear, but not
right now, okay. You might try asking Jenny again, though.
Maybe tomorrow or the next day."
He shrugged and skipped off leaving me to deal with a
flustered daughter. She said, "Mom, are you crazy? Can you
believe the nerve of that brat? And what made you tell him to
try me again. Do you think I might say, 'yes'?"
As we came up to Bill in his lounge chair I quietly told
her, "If you don't, you're a fool." To Bill I said, "Hi, dear.
I see you found a spot with a view."
"Goddamn, honey. These chicks are fantastic. This place is
so open and free. I love watching these kids explore their
budding sexuality. They're having a ball, literally. I think
Steven lost his virginity in the pool right before you walked up.
See that little blonde swimming off. She took it."
I gazed over the top rim of my sunglasses and said, "Bill,
that's the little girl that beat me in Helen's office. Her name
is Stephanie."
Bill looked up at Jenny and said, "Why don't you get in the
water, kiddo. Take off those clothes and just jump in."
Jenny hemmed and hawed, danced around nervously, then took a
lounge chair on the other side of Bill. She managed to position
her legs facing the group of frolicking kids and slowly let her
feet drift apart. I nudged Bill and we watched her on the sly.
She finally had a good beaver shot going and attracted their
attention and their splashes. They drenched her while she kicked
and squealed. They got out of the pool and surrounded her. She
struggled half-heartedly as they threatened to strip her and
throw her in the pool. As her top came off and they were working
on dragging her skirt off, Jenny shouted, "No!" Three boys and
a girl immediately let go. Only Steven still held her by a leg.
He said, "Hey, come on!"
One of the boys said, "Let her go, man. She said 'No.' The
lifeguard heard."
Steven didn't understand but dropped his sister's leg and
joined his new friends as they jumped back in the pool. Jenny
sat half-naked looking terribly frustrated and deeply
disappointed. I said, "Let that be a lesson to you Jenny. 'No'
is a two edged sword around here. Go on, take that silly skirt
off and get in the pool."
She nervously complied and dashed into the water where she
was warmly received. I said, "It looks like they might both lose
their virginity in the pool."
"That's fine with me. Say, what was that 'no' business
about?"
I explained what we'd learned and said, "Helen made it quite
clear that the rule did not apply to me."
"Too bad, it's a good rule. Are you going to be able to
live with it?"
I smiled and flashed him my leaking beaver through the leg
hole of my shorts, saying, "I already have, right in front of
Jenny, and made a complete fool of myself."
"Anyone I know?"
"Mr. Peabody. Oh, and I heard about Cassandra and you.
We'll just call it even."
Bill blushed and turned his attention to the two boys
sandwiching our giggling daughter. Greg Miller, Bill's
supervisor, sat with a large group of members on the far side of
the pool. Greg was a short, barrel-chested man, very hairy and
balding. He wore speedo briefs. I watched him get up and dive
towards the kids, surfacing near them and advancing in the
waist-deep water. The kids parted for him and he scooped Jenny
up in his huge arms. He carried her to the underwater steps and
emerged by his friends. They applauded and he carried her with
her ass facing them, her arms clinging to his thick neck. After
parading her about, he brought her around to our side and carried
her right past us. Jenny's adorable pussy peeked out from
between her tender thighs as her ass passed before Bill and I.
Greg never acknowledged us, only grinned his shit-eating grin.
We never heard a 'no' from Jenny, even as he headed out toward
the cabins. We watched him carry our naked, virgin daughter
across the threshold of cabin seven. Thirty minutes later, he
carried her back and paraded her pink, semen-weeping, raw pussy
around the pool several times as though making victory laps.
Jenny appeared to be taking it quite well, even enjoying the lewd
attention. He came near us to give us a very special look, then
heaved her into the pool. Jenny came up laughing and splashed
him several times as the kids swarmed over her. I looked to Bill
and said, "What a little slut."
He smiled and said, "Yeah, ain't she, though?"
As Greg strutted back to his group, I said, "Did you know he
planned to do that?"
"I figured he'd try. I never imagined that Jenny would go
along so willingly. That was the big shocker."
Bill and I watched three boys and Steven take turns coupling
with Jenny in the shallow end. I couldn't call it fucking. They
were mostly just taking turns getting buried to the balls and
locking themselves together for the duration of a turn as defined
by the group. This went on for another thirty minutes and ended
when a tall man, old enough to be her grandfather and sporting a
mighty erection waded out and took a turn. He made her squeal
and squirm, but she did not say, 'No.' It took him a few minutes
to get fully seated. He then emerged from the pool with Jenny
skewered on his dick, clinging to his neck, and with her legs
wrapped around his hips. She looked like a spider monkey
clinging to her trainer.
In this lewd manner, he walked her about for the amusement
of the pool patrons. People peered between her legs, smacked her
fanny, and poked fingers up her asshole. I saw people pointing
to us and waving him in our direction. He came up and stood
between Bill's chair and mine. We had an excellent view looking
up at the thick cock stretching our little girl's vaginal lips
thin. He carried on small talk with us while obscenely
displaying her to us and a fairly large gathering that crowded
around. Jenny merely hugged herself to his neck and buried her
face in his shoulder, breathing heavily. Steven knelt between
our chairs and excitedly said, "Jenny's getting the shit fucked
out of her. Look how big he is, Mom."
I was looking, and looked harder when the man cupped her
small buttocks and began lifting and lowering her on that huge
pole. He began fucking her in earnest, looking more like a man
jacking off with a girl's body. Jenny wailed, pounded his chest,
dug her fingers in his hair, but never said, 'no,' He made her
cum, then poured his seed up her cunt. He surprised us all by
pulling her off his dick with a sucking pop, then setting her on
my lap, saying, "Thanks for the use of your daughter." He walked
off amidst throngs of laughter as semen pouring from my daughter
and drenched my lap.
Jenny enjoyed her initiation into public sex. She returned
to the pool and was the center of attention. When we left the
pool area, she didn't bother to put anything on and wiggled her
ass provocatively all the way back to our cabin. Steven
constantly had his hands on and in her body as she walked along.
Bill and I followed, amazed at the transformation we observed.
We held back to let them get ahead. When they went into the
cabin, we stopped on the path. Bill said, "Let's give them a few
minutes in there alone."
I said, "You think they'll fuck, don't you?"
"I think they might. Look, people are stopping to look in
our windows. Lets go see."
Bill was right. Jenny was on the bed on her back holding
her feet by the toes as she had seen me do. Steven was on his
knees between her legs and was fitting his cock into her cunt.
We looked on with a group of twenty while they screwed with
abandon. I placed my arm around Bill and we kissed. A couple
came up behind us. He behind me, she behind Bill. He unfastened
and dropped my shorts. She took out Bill's cock and began
jerking him off. I parted my legs and took the man's cock in
from the rear. They had us before the window. Steven saw and
alerted Jenny. Her head turned and she smiled at what she saw.
I loved getting fucked in public and thrust my ass out
shamelessly. Bill came all over the window pane and I leaned
over and licked the sliding drools of sperm from the glass.
Afterwards, I pulled off my tube top and pressed my tits to the
glass as the man pounded my cunt to mush.
At our first meeting, Helen called me and Jenny to the stage
overlooking fifty members and staff people. Helen announced,
"We'd like to officially welcome the Smith family to our club.
Karen and Bill have graciously offered their lovely daughter as a
gift to all of us." That was my cue to strip Jenny, and I
removed her clothes sensuously. I got behind her and moved her
feet out wide with my foot. I held her two arms up as Helen
said, "They said they will even deliver her to your cabin, or you
are free to use her in theirs. She will remain nude and
available throughout the remainder of her stay, so you guys help
yourselves."
The room burst out in applause. Bill came forward and
lifted her into his arms. He carried her from table to table to
allow the members to fondle her. Jenny freely held her legs
apart for their groping, probing fingers and tongues. After
dinner, and for the rest of our stay, we carried Jenny from one
fuck to another. Bill and I also performed a live sex act with
her on the stage that evening. Steven got his wish two nights
later as he and I performed at another meeting. He bound and
beat me, then fucked my ass. This was so popular that it became
a regular event at every meeting. Steven demonstrated his
imagination and creativity. He mastered me, and I grew to
worship him on and off the stage. Before we left the retreat, I
pledged my indenture to my son and informed Bill that his marital
rights were being deferred to Steven. Bill accepted this
declaration. He did, after all, have Jenny.
THE END
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AUTHOR/TITLE FILENAME FILE SIZE
Phil Phantom Stories:
"The Brown Nosers" brown-nosing.txt 32k
"Obscene Callers" obscene-callers.txt 30k
"Friend in Need" friend-in-need.txt 34k
"Prisoner of Love" prisoner-of-love.txt 23k
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"Inevitable Rape" inevitablerape.txt 31k
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"Sacrificial Lamb" sacrificial-lamb.txt 45k
"Vicious Cycle" vicious-cycle.txt 24k
"My Mother's Keeper" mothers-keeper.txt 33k
"Spare the Rod" spare-the-rod.txt 45k
"Good Dr. Wayne" good-dr-wayne.txt 173k
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