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DEAR MOMMY LOVER'S MAGAZINE II: The Biology Experiment
by Leta and mkarl
codes [m/F, mother, preg, nc, kink]
Dear Mommy Lover's Magazine,
I can't believe I am writing this letter to you, but than again, who else
could I write it too? I found several copies of your magazine in my son
Scott's room this past week. Scott is only twelve-years-old, so needless to
say, I was not the happiest mother in the world as I opened up the first
page and saw that the entire magazine was dedicated to story after story of
boys taking their very own mothers in sexual conquest.
I suppose that no mother ever thinks that her own child will grow up to
where he is no longer her 'baby.' The sudden realization that Scott had
read these magazines of yours... that he had likely lain in his own bed late
and night and actually... masturbated his cock to these stories... well, it
brought a very real flush to my face.
I remember that my first thought was pretty much that I needed to sit down.
It was just around 11 am in the morning so Scott was off at school and my
husband was away at work. Neither of them would be home for hours so I was
pretty much on my own as far as dealing with my new 'discovery.'
I'm pretty sure that my first emotions were a real mess of contradictions.
Maybe there were some feelings of disappointment and even outright moral
indignation that my 'baby' would have these 'dirty' magazines. Of course,
there was a bit of a curiosity factor too in how could such a young child
get a hold of such filth and... curiosity for the magazines themselves. The
other overwhelming reaction/emotion that impacted itself upon me in those
early moments was one of wickedness. I know that 'wickedness' isn't really
an emotion, but how else can I explain the lightheadedness that spun my
world around and the queasiness of my stomach as I leafed through several
pages of each magazine to see just what it was that my son was 'into.'
WOW... wow, was all I could say. I said it again and again as I read
accounts from every point of view on the topic. Children who gleefully
boasted of physically beating their own mothers into submission before
raping them into sex-slavery. Daughters jealous to the point where they
arrange the own abductions and/or seductions of their 'competition.'
Fathers and husbands who stood ideally by while their wives were
disrespected so... or even orchestrate the very deeds of having their
children behaving so badly. I even read the stories of the mothers
themselves, and while some spoke of the humiliation and heartbreak of
suffering such ultimate betrayal, still others actually wrote words of
acceptance and even celebration.
I remember telling myself that the stories in your magazine I was reading
were all fictional. That you obviously had to fabricate them. I remember
telling myself that I was going to write you a very nasty note to your
editorial page and I even thought to myself that this was the type of cause
that a responsible 'good' woman and mother like myself should activate
herself on and see if their could be a difference that might be made getting
this trash out of the hands of our innocents.
Maybe that was why I kept reading... I mean for the research. After all a
girl has to know the enemy she is going to fight... doesn't she?
GOD, I really don't want to reveal all this but... I guess I really need to
be totally honest with this confession if there is to be any value at all to
me in coming to terms with all that has happened. I want to believe that I
was only disgusted and repulsed by the stories of mother-rape as I first
read them but the truth was that I... touched myself, as I continue to
'research' the stories.
I want to insist that it must have been my own pregnancy that had me
feeling so horny. My husband, Michael was in an accident a few years ago
and had not been a regular presence in my bed since. In fact, getting
pregnant from him had been as absolute miracle [or so we had thought.] Even
given the successful impregnating of me, it was still a very rare occasion
that 'even' Viagra could 'help' Michael 'out,' so it was that same rare
occasion that Michael could do anything to 'help' me out.
I guess maybe I was raised fairly strict by today's standards but I always
thought it wasn't proper or ladylike to touch oneself in such a manner. I
may be the only thirty-year-old woman I know that doesn't have a twelve inch
hunk of plastic in the dresser drawl of my night stand, or at least a
multiple-setting massage head on the family shower, Sometimes though a girl
just has to do what a girl has to do. Anyhow, it did make me feel very
guilty that there I sat on my own twelve-year-old child's bed with my
panties around my knees getting more and more flustered with every magazine
that I 'researched.,' until it all blew totally over the top when I got to
the 'JOURNAL!!!'
I had no idea what secrets the simple school notebook might contain as I
saw it under the July copy of your magazine from last year. The truth was
that the cover picture of that July magazine looked somewhat captivating to
my first glimpse with the cover blurbs that 'it' was an 'All-Pregnancy'
issue. The idea of a boy impregnating his own mother was absolutely
sickening to me the first story I had read, but after seeing that it was
such a common theme throughout all your magazine letters, and that there had
been hundreds if not thousands, or even tens-of-thousands of unfortunate
mothers who had been forcibly bred to turn their own selves into
'grand'-mothers... well, I am ashamed to confess that I was actually kind of
'hot' to read an entire magazine devoted to the topic. The thing was,
'that' simple, blue. school-notebook with the label 'BIOLOGY EXPERIMENT' on
the cover, compelled my attention first.
Page one started to tell the story in my son's own shaky handwriting...
Journal entry one: The experiment will begin today. I am
so horny I can't believe it. If this doesn't work than mom and
dad will kill me but she is just so fucking hot that I have to risk
it. I mean when I see her and dad it is just so lame cause she
deserves better. I just know what a great fuck she is going to
be. I wished that I didn't need to drug her but it will be better
cause she will never know that she is getting fucked by me this
way. It is now 2 PM. The funny thing is that I would be in
science class right now if I wasn't getting ready for mom.
Something tells me that this little biology lesson that we are
going to do here today is going to be way more fun.
I couldn't believe what I was reading even as I audibly voiced each word.
I had to read and reread each sentence again and again, but than I had to
leap my eyes forward to see what was written next. The date of the entry
was in early October which WAS THE SAME TIME I HAD CONCEIVED. It was
impossible... it had to be impossible!!!
Even as my brain screamed and desperately sought someway to deny the
developing reality, my eyes continued to scan the page where my son set up
the methodology of his incestuous experiment in mother-conquest.
Everything is in order and all that is needed now is for mom
to get home. My alibi is airtight as John has sworn to cover
that I am at his house all night even if suspicion ever would
come to me. All that he asked is to see a copy of the video.
Actually the perv wanted a copy but there is no way I trust
him not to loose it. Luckily with the hiding spot up over the
toilet here, I won't ever have to worry about either mom or
dad ever seeing any of the videos that I am going to make
with her once she is hypnotized into becoming my total sex
slave.
My heart was truly in my mouth as the words registered. The only question
was 'what words were the ones to focus on first?'
Scott had slept over at John's one night back in October, or at least he
had gotten his permission from me... I remembered that part well. I
couldn't believe that my own precious angle had been so deceitful to me
though in making such a big production out of getting permission when he
hadn't ever been at John's sleeping-over at all... or, as I was finding our,
he hadn't exactly gotten any 'sleep' that night either.
The part about the videos... what the hell was that about?
I had the journal in my hand as I entered the bathroom. I stood on the
toilet to push at the ceiling tile and it lifted easily enough to suggest
that it had been moved before... and often. I couldn't even tell how many
videos were up there. Everyone of them seemed to have a label on it. 'Mom
Takes It Doggy,' 'Mom's First Gang Bang, 'Mom Turns Her First Trick,' and
'Mom Goes Black' were the first few titles I could remember.
My shock was so overwhelming... I grabbed two videos to take with me out to
the family room. The first was entitled 'Mom's Breeding.' The second video
was labeled 'Various Scenes: Our Wedding, Mom's Toilet Adventures, and The
Results Are In."
I remember looking at my watch and seeing that it had just past noon.
Scott would be getting home in just over three hours.
Even as I got to the video machine and turned it and the television on, I
still couldn't believe that the tape would actually be real. I mean how
could it be true without me remembering or knowing anything about it... even
if it was true than it had to be those 'date-rape' drugs I had heard about
on the news...
How could my own son drug and rape his mother though?
I almost pressed play right there, but I froze. It was so surreal. It was
like I had equal, yet opposite fears. If 'this' was all real, what would I
do... what could I do? What if it wasn't real?
I didn't want it to be real... did I?
Suddenly I was very self-conscious about my panties still laying on the
floor of my son's bedroom where I had kicked them off earlier reading his
dirty magazines. I remember the shock as it all piled back on me. I was
totally ashamed sitting there in front of the family television with a tape,
that for all intents and purposes, possibly contained footage of my own
debasement and violation at the hands [or should I say cock?] of my twelve
year old son. What could I be thinking about wanting to watch it without
panties on?
Maybe I am so silly now to focus on such a detail. I mean GOD, the
situation I am in and I was worried about the simple impropriety of watching
the video, of my own son forcibly breeding me, while not wearing any
panties? It all leads to an even bigger question as to what the hell I am
doing even revealing all this... doesn't it?
OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD... OHMYGOD, it is just all so fucking insane!!!
I did go get my panties though. I looked at the two videos on the coffee
table. They could have been used to tape a Saturday morning cartoon or
wrestling program for my child just so few months ago... now they seeming
had been used to permanently capture my kid's 'special' wrestling match with
mommy.
I couldn't watch it yet... I decided to turn the page and read more of what
my son had written in his 'Biology Lesson' journal first.
Journal entry two: I did it. I fucked her and she loved
it. I need to write everything down so that everyone
will know how easy it is and they can fuck their mothers
too. I hope so much that I knocked her up. She told
me that dad can't even get it up so she didn't need to be
on the pill. I think she really meant it too when she was
begging me to knock her up. It was even better to hear
her say it than I ever dreamed it would be. I came so
much in her cunt that I am sure she will be pregnant
even if her best day would have been last week. Fuck
dad for not starting night shift in time. Oh well, now
that the drugs and hypnotism have worked, even if I miss
mom this month, I will just knock her up next month and
than every nine months from here on in.
Maybe I should have had tears in my eyes as I read the words. They had
more than a little hostility in them to be discussing my impregnation in
such a cavalier manner. I guess no mother could read such writing without
questioning herself somewhat. I remember part of me wondering what I had
done to deserve this... as if I was trying to ask myself to validate whether
I had actually been a good mother or not.
Even with my brief exposure to your magazine and seeing how common it is
that most boys want their mothers in this way, it still was hard to accept
that my own son had done this to me. I couldn't help but take just the
briefest instant to look at the bulge of my belly and wonder to myself if
this next child would do the same to me as my first... after all it was
going to be 'like father, like son?!?'
I had to see the tape. No matter what it showed, I had to know.
My hands shook so much I dropped it twice as I tried to stick it into the
machine. I think I had forgotten to breath for a bit or maybe it was just
the shock of the opening imagery but in either case as the television
focused to full color there I was laying sitting of the couch of our family
room here as my son spoke to me from the camera which he seemed to be
positioning on a mount to frame the action zone.
"Okay mom, I think I got this stupid thing working now. I can't fucking
believe that I even messed up with recording your enslavement but I guess we
can playact it later. Now that I got you under my control though we are
going to make this tape hot so why don't you start to unbutton that shirt
and I can get a nice close up of those sexy tits of yours. I used to milk
you when I was little didn't I? Answer me you bitch."
"Yes master, I breast fed you."
"No bitch, make it sexy... whenever I ask you to say anything, I want you
to talk like a little slut. I want you to tell me what a slut you are and
how much you love being my sex slave. I want you to tell me first what a
slut you were when you used to let me milk your sexy tits and how fucking
horny it made you."
"No Master, you were my baby. I never got horny fo..."
"Say that you did bitch. Tell me that you got fucking horny and that you
did bad things with me. Tell me it good, bitch."
"Yes Master, I got..."
"Wait, on second thought, just call me Scott, or Scotty, or honey, or
whatever else you would normally say bitch... master is starting to sound
stupid to me. I think I might call you bitch-mommy though. You will have
to obey everything I command you to when I call you bitch-mommy just like
you have to obey me when I call you bitch, do you understand, bitch?"
"Yes Scott."
"Good, than tell me what a horny little slut you were when I milked you
when I was just little, bitch-mommy."
"I did get so horny when you used to milk me. I was such a slut that I
used to undo my bra and than nuzzle you close and let you bite and suck on
my..."
I had to hit the rewind. I couldn't believe that it was me. I had
absolutely no memory at all of what I was watching... or did I? Maybe it
was a dream... I mean, I thought maybe I had dreamt that these things had
happened to me... in dreams.
I watched the opening sequence again and listened as my son again cursed
that my capture had been missed. I suppose that the machine had
malfunctioned or he just hadn't used it right. The truth was, that I wished
at that moment that the scene had been captured so I could see just what the
hell my son had done get me in this way. In the video I looked so alert and
lucid. The mention of hypnotism and drugs in his beginning journal entries
had seemed to answer the obvious but I had always heard that no one could be
made to do anything under hypnotism that they didn't want to do in real
life... surely I didn't want to spend close to five minuets going on and on
about how much I got horny when little Scotty had mauled my tits as a baby,
and how I got so hot that I had wanted to take off his diapers and pleasure
his pee-pee as a special thank you to him??? IT WASN'T EVEN REMOTELY TRUE
as nursing had been a rewarding experience but it had NEVER-EVER been sexual
to me.
The video sure made it look like I 'had' been into it though. As I voiced
the words my son had commanded of me, I also worked every button of my work
tunic open. I had been at the Drug Store working that day before returning
home to unsuspectingly fall into my child's little sex-slave trap. Under my
tunic, I had a simple white blouse on over my respectably support bra. At
my son's demands, nothing stayed on as I obediently striped my clothing
[along with my total dignity] while voicing the obscenities at how I had
always been 'wanting' this from the time Scott had still been an infant.
When I finally sat in front of the camera topless for my son to zoom in for
his close-ups of my breasts, it was his turn to speak to me again.
"You have such great tits mom. You should always walk around and show them
off. In fact maybe that's just what we will do. Whenever dad isn't home,
and it's just you and me than you will always take off your top and bra and
show me your tits, do you understand bitch-mommy?"
"Yes," I heard myself mumble the reply. My words seemed to indicate mind
control against me, but you would never know it from the way I just sat in
front of the camera gently tweaking my nipples as I allowed my son to
videotape me topless. It was like I was looking at a totally different
woman. I wanted to scream into the television for her to stop being so
improper and get control of the situation before things would go so horribly
'too-far,' but again, seeing my bulging belly out of the bottom of my eyes
even as I focused on the image of me sitting there seven and one-half months
prior was proof enough that things hadn't been stopped before they had gone
too-far... way, way too-far.
I couldn't wait. I had to see just if it was as true as I knew it to be.
I hit the fast forward search and speed scanned as my son seemed to stay
with the camera while periodically getting onto the couch with me for
kissing and fondling. I slowed it down just briefly through these
'foreplay' scenes but watching my son squeezing and suckling on my tits
again, or kissing me in ways that a boy isn't suppose to kiss his own mother
was too much to watch. Isn't it funny that it was the improper warping of
traditional mother/son activities that proved unwatchable to me while the
outright outrage of incestual intimacy was actually drawing my curiosity.
It really is so hard to admit this even to myself, but I wanted to see with
my own eyes what I had done with my son.
About twenty four minuets into the tape, I was down to just my panties. I
guess Scott has a fetish over panties or something. I had pulled them down
to allow him to video me a bit while I used a cucumber that my child had
produced from the refrigerator for me. Everything had mostly been fun and
games [so to speak] up to this point in the video and it actually showed a
remarkable amount of control and self-discipline on behalf of Scott as his
hard-on definitely looked like it was ready to go off at any second when he
got into the shots with me. Still, he seemed to have a definite agenda he
wanted to fulfill with this video and so it was that we reached the point
where my little boy decided he was going to get me to suck his cock.
I was still watching the 'action' unfold in fast-forward scan as my
television self got off the couch and dropped to her knees up their on the
screen. By the time I realized that the camera was being refocused and had
a chance to release the scan button to take a better look at what I had
done, my son was taking a hold of my hair up on the television screen and
was pulling me to him with what looked to be a very firm and painful looking
use of forceful encouragement. Sucking cock was something I never did and
even though the idea had always been utterly taboo in my relationship with
Michael, I now was going to have to see just what it was all about... with
my own son.
I hit the rewind back and then waited to see just sat there is stunned
disbelief [if anything was still dis-believable to me at that point] as my
precious baby began the entire process of forcing his own mother to become
his personal cocksucking slut.
My son was totally at ease as he began the moment. "Do you know what we are
going to do next, mommy-cunt?"
It seemed as if my son had programmed another 'command term' for me to
obey.
"You're going to fuck me, baby?" God I sounded like such a wicked slut.
"Yes mommy, you know I am going to fuck that wet cunt of yours, but not
just yet... first you need to clean my dirty cock so I can put it in your
pretty, little mommy-pussy. Do you understand, mommy-cunt?"
"I'll go get a washcloth baby and clean your dirty cock for you so you can
fuck this little mommy-slut's cunt and knock her up now."
"No mommy-bitch, you are going to clean my dirty cock with your mouth."
"W-what, no baby, please... that is too dirty..."
"I wasn't asking you mommy-cunt. Get down on your knees now bitch and you
will suck my cock like a total whore until I cum in your mouth and you have
to swallow it. Do you understand, mommy-cunt?"
"Yes master."
Even with the mind controlling hypnotism and drugs my son had somehow used
on me, it was still obvious that my lifelong apprehension to cocksucking was
at play from the look on my face. Scott didn't really seem to have any
regard to me other than just getting his thrill from having his own mother
on her knees about to be forced into sexually servicing his incestuous
desires... and then he had me by the hair and my lips parted and there I was
up on the video screen of the family television with all six inches of my
son's cock deep in my wet, willing mouth.
I was actually giving my own 12-year-old son a blowjob... or he was fucking
me in the mouth.
I had sucked cock exactly three times in my life... I think. Once I was
way too young and I'm not even sure that Mr. Davis actually did molest me
that way. I mean I seem to remember it but a child's memories are probably
not always true. The second time I sucked cock was with Derrick. He was so
cool and when I thought he would be my boyfriend, I had 'swallowed my
medicine' so to speak. The only other time I had sucked cock was with that
repairman that day. It had been so long after my husband's accident and
before Viagra... maybe that was why I was now being punished with what my
son was doing to me... maybe I did deserve it all, after-all?
Maybe not though... all I know is that the three times I had sucked cock
before, I had managed to escape without taking a facial but my son wasn't
going to allow that streak to continue.
Even with my limited past experience, maybe I wasn't that good a
cock-sucker for my son. I mean, I know I wasn't any deep-throat type
artist. I did look fairly enthusiastic up on the video screen as I knelt
there at the feet of my child and kissed, and licked, and bobbed my head
up-and-down the shaft of Scott's prick. I didn't choke or gag much as my
child's cock wasn't overly long or thick and actually looked as if it slid
in ball-deep without much difficulty at all for me. Scott did seem to like
it a little rough though and yanked back on my hair enough to cause me to
wince in pain repeatedly as he fucked me in my mouth. He called me bitch,
and whore, and made me repeat his words that I was a filthy, little,
cocksucking mommy and that I wanted him to sperm all over my cute, pretty
mommy-face.
In the end, the meter-bar on the VCR indicated that the blowjob only lasted
for just over seven minuets before my son's amazing self-control was
overcome with lust and he started to blast his load. With the way my eyes
flutter as he triumphantly exclaimed that he was 'cumming bitch, swallow,'
it was pretty obvious that the first splurt went down my throat into my
belly. Scott must have watched himself a porno-video before though... you
know the ones where the girls always get degraded with that 'money-shot,'
cause he wasn't content to just feed me his slimy-wet load down my gullet.
Even as my son had just finished mouthing the words for me to swallow his
load, he was pulling his spurting cock from between my lips to finish the
rest on my face. The audio recorder captured his giggle as he gleefully
chatted, "Excellent, mom, keep you eyes open bitch cause I get extra points
when I get it there."
Scott actually tried to aim but I guess it was lucky for me that first
facial, that a boy's cumming cock isn't all that aimable. I took one squirt
up along my nose which didn't make it into my eyes... a second one
power-shot up over my eyes and mostly ended up on my forehead and in my
hair. A third splurt didn't have the power and just spatted down back onto
my cheek... it was only his last little bit where he pretty much had his
cock just a fraction away that he coated his target.
The little bastard knew that it would smart too...
Again, my motherly instincts spun out of whack as I watched my son
purposely do that to me. Obviously what my child had done was sick and
perverse. Even if some of it could be attributed to a sense of somewhat
understandable lustful love, things like getting his cum in my eyes could
only be considered overtly hostile. I felt so sad even as I was still
suffering the emotional heat at all this shocking perversity that was
assaulting my senses and sensibilities.
It was pretty obvious that my son must have fucked me and came in my cunt
at that point, but I needed to see it for myself. I hit the fast scan again
until my child and I had moved up to my own bedroom up on the television
screen. The brat had filmed me from behind as I led him to the forbidden
master bedroom while focusing the camera on my ass for the walk up the
stairway. I think the fact that we even went to my marital bed with Scott's
father made what we did next extra sacrilegious to me, but than it would
have been an abomination to the laws of nature and society convention no
matter where my son had chosen to be the setting of our first fuck.
What can I say about watching myself fuck with my own child. Would it be
relevant to touch on the horror that my reactions in bed that day, looked
totally like a woman getting the fuck of her life? Even allowing myself the
excuse of the mind control it was just so incredibly shameful how I begged
my son again and again, to knock me up. My son ordered me to cum on his
cock so that we could mix our biological seed together to grow a baby in my
belly. I have no idea if a girl can really be mind controlled into cumming
but the truth was I had never-ever orgasm with Michael, and yet I counted
nearly a half-dozen mind-shattering climaxes while my son bred me.
Scott was pretty amazing too as he got it up and off three more times in
addition to the load he had shot all over my face back in the family room.
I guess what they say about kids being at their peek sexuality is true even
if I always thought it didn't start until they were like eighteen or
whatever.
When Scott was finally done fucking me and the tape had pretty much reached
the end, he finished things up that first day by telling me to just stay in
bed and hold myself up so the cum wouldn't run out and I could make sure it
impregnated me. He told me he was going to go watch the hockey game but I
was to stay in bed and tell the camera how I was such a lucky mother to have
a wonderful son and how I was so glad to be his sex-slave for the rest of my
life. Scott told me to tell the camera every dirty thing I could imagine
that he would do to me and what things would make me the most ashamed so he
would know the best ways to humiliate me. As the tape finished up there I
laid telling about my darkest secrets. With all those other tapes in the
bathroom I knew that I had done it all.
I looked at the label on the second tape again. Having just told my son my
fantasy of having my 'legal' marriage to his father forcibly broken, it was
clear what the footage of 'Our Wedding' would be. It was just as clear that
"Mom's Toilet Adventure' was going to be as messy as it was disgusting. As
for 'The Results Are In..." well, that was something that had originally
captured my attention. I imagined from looking at the title that he would
be videoing me as I took the test and than waited to see if the 'rabbit
died.' I could just imagine the little brat giggling as he got his proof
that he had knocked mommy up in his little biology experiment.
Well, it was almost 2:30 PM and with my son due home in just over an hour,
I figured I didn't really have time to see what was on that other video yet.
I really needed to figure out just what I was going to do to take back
control of this situation. I was just about to go call my husband at work
when the front door opened and their stood Scott and three of his friends.
"So you found the tapes huh, mommy? It doesn't really matter does it, you
bitch. Why don't you just start stripping cause the boys here have a
special plan for you today, mommy-cunt."
"Yes master," was all I could say.
[To Be Continued?]
A word from mkarl:
hmm... obviously this story could definitely survive some additional
chapters being added, although I probably will remove the last three or four
sentences from the story and go back to exploring more of the past tapes
before getting back to where it all gets out in the open and mom is
horrifically forced to realize that she has no ability at all to disobey her
son's will when it come to being his total sex slave. I know their is no
real way in the world to establish this level of mind control but wouldn't
it be something if there was?
Anyhow, a pattern is developing in my work where I am taking far longer
than I had originally hoped to get to planned part twos to many of my
stories. All I can do is beg the readers indulgence as I really do write
strictly from inspiration and so I need to deal with each story at its own
pace. I will complete each and every story even if it does take a while.
I am enjoying finding other writers with creative abilities to collaborate
on my projects with. Hopefully, these new inputs will be rewarding to the
reader by presenting new voices of interpretation into my basic themes.
Also, it is my hope that by bringing other more 'disciplined' writers into
the mix, that maybe they can be the ones to attempt to finish my stories. I
guess what I am trying to say is that anyone who wishes to ever borrow any
of my themes, ideas, characters, or other intellectual properties is more
than welcome.
mkarl can be written at mkarl2000@hotmail.com if you have any questions,
comments, concerns, or just want to say hello. Please try to include the
story title you are responding to and possibly the site you saw it posted at
so that I can make my response meaningful. I commit myself to replying to
everyone that writes and will do whatever I can to be helpful including
mailing out the urls to all the great sites that I use to post too.
Leta can be written at willingwhiteslave@hotmail.com but it is starting to
seem like she may take a week or more to find the time to answer anyone that
writes her.
until next time,
Monday, May 22, 2000
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