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Jake No More (FM,BDSM,anal,etc)
(A Foursome Moresome story)
This story is (c) copyrighted by Alecia D, 2000, but feel
free to post it unchanged anywhere on the Internet in
places where people are not easily offended as long as you
don't change anything including this notice.
By Alecia D
Jake Robinson didn't care. He just didn't care at all.
He figured a cruise ship would look a lot classier than this
barge, but fuck it. He didn't give a shit if it was the SS Imperious
or the Titanic returned from her watery grave. He'd go through the
motions and after the trip was over tell Stacey they were through.
Sure, he said they could work out their problems on this vacation,
but in fact, his only real problem was Stacey and he already knew
what he had to do about her. Divorce was a simple expedient and the
sooner the better.
They were only two days into the cruise, but already it seemed
like a death march. Five more days to go and then it was over. Five
more uphappy days and then a new life could finally begin.
Jake was a success and he knew he had a lot better things left to
do with his life than wasteit on a woman like Stacey. He was on top
now and planned on going a lot higher. He was a partner in his law
firm and one of the most respected attorneys in town. It was time he
started taking care of number one. Hell yes. He was going to have it
all and he wanted most of it right now. He wanted things like that
hot little blonde babe in the blue string bikini, who was walking
across the deck toward him. Now there was a piece of ass. He'd
certainly be getting his share of that kind of fluff as soon as
Stacey was nothing more than a memory.
The memory was lying by the pool next to Jake. It was obvious she
was unhappy and didn't know what to do. Jake said no more than 100
words to her since they left Ottawa. Most of those words were
critical of one thing or another. They were supposed to work on
their relationship during the cruise, but the vacation seemed no
different than the way things were back home. She hadn't thought it
would really be different just because they were on vacation. Not at
all. They'd been married for ten years and the last seven were
nothing more than a downhill slide to oblivion. She knew that if
something was going to change, she had to be the one to make it
happen. She would have to solve this herself without any help from
her ego driven husband. Stacey knew she had to do it and she thought
she had the plan.
Stacey watched the young blonde girl, too. She watched her with a
special appreciation. She saw Kelly coming toward her and now it
would only be a matter of time before everything fell into place.
---
The Imperious was not the type of ship a typical travel agent
might suggest when one thought of a cruise. Passage on this vessel
is usually arranged via word of mouth. One friend telling another
with final arrangements made discreetly by letter or phone. Far
more staff than passengers, of course. Expensive? Certainly, and yet
well worth it for those who have special needs.
The Robinsons started the trip on a low point and things got worse
from there. They found their luggage already in their stateroom when
they arrived. A room which was small, even by cruise ship standards,
but neither one seemed to care all that much. Certainly not Jake who
only wanted the week to quickly pass so his unhappy marriage could
all be behind him. Certainly not Stacey who had her mind on the
other things she knew were going to happen while they cruised the
Caribbean.
Stacey set about putting their clothes and personal items away as
Jake paced the room like a caged tiger. She wished him to leave her
alone for now and go elsewhere. She was in luck.
"I'm going to get a drink. I'll be back later." And so their vacation
started.
A drink. He would be back later drunk and hostile. He would be in
a bad mood. It would be her fault and he'd take it out on her again.
No, nothing is different.
He repeated this pattern several times during their first two days
on board the ship. Just like the many other times during the last
months and years. It was time for a change and Stacey was willing to
do anything to make that change happen.
---
Stacey met Kelly's eyes briefly as she passed her and walked round
the pool. They shared a secret. A secret so terrible and so
wonderful that Stacey could hardly bring herself to think on it.
And, yet she had a hard time thinking of anything else.
Stacey made her decision and was ready to act.
She told Jake she was going back to the cabin, and he said that
he'd head back with her, get changed, and go to the bar. A few
minutes after he left, Stacey heard a knock at the door. She hoped
it was Kelly because she needed to talk with someone who would want
to hear what she had to say. She needed to talk with another woman
and she needed to do it now. She was ready
"Open up, Stacey, it's me, Kelly."
Kelly had waited until she saw Jake leave before knocking on the
door. She shouldn't really be here, but they had a few last minute
details to take care if the plan was going to be a success.
"You need to make your decision now, Stacey. We don't have a lot
of time left. What do you want to do?"
Stacey raised her shoulders with a sigh of determination. "I'm
ready to start now. In fact I'm more than ready, Kelly, and can't
wait to change my life forever."
"Okay, ask Jake to take you to the bar after dinner and slip this
pill into his drink as soon as you get a chance."
The pill was quite small and innocent looking. Stacey already knew
that Jake would get drowsy at first and then need to sleep. He'd
just think he was drunk and want to go back to their stateroom to
lie down. And wouldn't he be surprised when he did.
---
It went as planned.
Jake took her to the ship's main lounge as soon as she said she
wanted a drink. She ordered a glass of white wine and Jake kept on
drinking straight scotch doubles. He was already slurring his words,
but fortunately, he was not being as abusive as usual. Well, thanks
for small wonders.
"I feel like crap. I'm going back to the cabin to take a nap. Are
you coming?" He didn't wait for her answer. Jake staggered off to
the stateroom oblivious to the fact that Stacey was not going with
him.
"Hi, Stacey. Nice job getting rid of Jake. I thought you'd never be
able to get him to drink that pill and I missed you." Kelly sat down
and placed a hand on Stacey's thigh.
"You better watch it, Kelly, people are going to notice us." Kelly
didn't seem to care if anyone noticed or not. She examined the
contours of Stacey's well-formed leg as she pushed her skirt up even
further. She put her other arm around Stacey's shoulder and somehow
the young girl's breast pressed lightly against her older friend.
"Don't sweat it, Stacey. Clients can do just about anything they
want on this cruise and discretion is assured."
This is what the agent explained to Stacey when she paid for the
trip. The person who makes the payment is the client. The client
determines what special amenities might be required and what will
occur on the journey. The client might bring another person or even
two or more along on the trip. The contract was quite flexible and
it was just a matter of money. Stacey had been over this part with
Kelly several times and it was clear what would happen when she said
it was time to move forward.
She wanted to move forward now. She wanted it all and knew Kelly
was the key. The key to everything she needed.
The pill would knock Jake out for at least 12 hours and so the two
women were on their own for now and they decided to make the best of
it. A few more glasses of wine in the lounge relaxed Stacey and she
soon was able to get into a romantic mood. Her inhibitions were gone
after a few tender kisses from Kelly and gone even farther when she
returned them with more heat and passion. There were other same sex
couples on the dance floor and no one thought it odd to see the two
women dance together in what appeared to be an embrace of passionate
rubbing and movement. The late night buffet was just what they
needed before going back to the well-appointed suite assigned to
Kelly. Their lovemaking was wonderful but tempered by the knowledge
of what would happen when they finally woke up in the morning.
---
There is something about a body wrapped in leather that can't be
described.
Conrad was pleased with his handiwork. The head was completely
enclosed in a leather wrapper designed to allow the person to
breathe, but not see, hear or talk. The body was upright and tightly
held in a spread-eagled position by leather straps attached to metal
fittings on the two vertical sides of the frame which outlined the
form in a window box effect. Tight leather straps constricted
circulation to different parts of the body. Leather and metal both
hid and showcased the body which hung there, unmoving. The ass,
nipples and genitals were completely exposed of course. Yes, it was
quite easy to tell that the victim was a man. A man who might not be
lucky enough to stay a real man for very much longer. Of course that
was up to the client. Conrad was only here to assist and he was
ready to do whatever was required to please the client.
Stacey recognized Jake as soon as she saw his cock hanging down
between his legs. She wondered if he would be such an arrogant
bastard once he woke up and found himself in this position. Very
unlikely, indeed.
"Would the mistresses care to do anything to your sub before I
wake him?"
Stacey liked the sound of that and couldn't wait to start. She
motioned to Conrad to go ahead and wake him and watched as he used a
hypodermic filled with a yellow solution to revive Jake. The
antidote took only a few seconds to work and soon the women heard
muffled sounds coming from someplace inside the leather mask. They
watched as Jake struggled to free himself from his bindings to no
avail. With the exception of his head, his other extremities were
stretched so tightly it was impossible to move them in any way.
Conrad soon attached the leather headpiece to a pulley at the top
of the frame and tightened it until it wasn't possible for Jake
to even move his head. The restraints left him physically helpless,
The drugs did the same thing to his mind.
Kelly was far more familiar with this sort of thing and so Stacey
had no problem letting her take the lead for now. "We have to stop
all the whining first, Stacey, but it's quite easy to do as you'll
soon see."
Kelly selected a long thin leather rod from the collection in the
rack next to Jake's trussed up body. Each time she heard a sound,
she fiercely slapped his cock and balls with the leather shaft. It
took a number of strokes before Jake put it together and stopped
making his outcry. The women stopped to admire the red welts that
formed on Jake's cock and surrounding areas. It was amazing what
just a few well-executed blows could do to put someone in his place.
Conrad handed Kelly a large sponge. She took it carefully and
proceeded to rub the swelling red lines that striped the most
personal parts of Jake's body. Jake reacted as if it had been hit by
a lightning bolt as the liquid dripping from the sponge made
contact with the open wounds around the his genitals. The two women
could hear a long muffled scream coming from behind his mask as
Kelly continued on with her ministrations.
"Alcohol, darling. It does wonders to open wounds and injuries. It
adds just that much more to the pain. I wish we could know what he
was thinking now. I always wonder what the poor buggers are thinking
when they realized that they are under my complete control."
Stacey thought she would have some regrets when it started and
might even want to stop the pain and suffering. She'd never done
anything like this except in her fantasies and it seemed to go
against everything she was taught in her middle class home as a
young girl, but she had no regrets, none at all. In fact she wanted
to get on with it. She wanted him to suffer for every bit of pain
and indignation he had heaped on her over the last ten years.
Kelly took Stacey's arm and guided her behind Jake's spread-eagled
form where each woman picked up a three foot long cane. The canes
were very flexible for such a thickness and obviously crafted by
someone who knew how to make a fine instrument of torture.
"Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! "
Kelly didn't hold back as she applied the cane to the easily
available tender flesh of Jake's ass. She looked expectantly at
Stacey and soon both women were alternating blows on that
unprotected private area.
"Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! "
Somehow each blow caused a weight of abuse and mistreatment to
float from Stacey's mind to the defiled body that was now at her
mercy. It was her turn to give him intense physical pain and
suffering for all the mental horrors he forced upon her during their
marriage.
"Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! "
After each woman assaulted Jake with 20 to 30 well placed blows,
Kelly called a halt and found two more tools in the rack. She handed
one to Stacey and took a few practice swipes with the one she kept
for herself. This time they were only 18 inches long and made out of
rubber. Kelly smiled when she realized that Stacey wanted to really
hurt Jake. The devious rubber truncheons were just the tool for this
job.
"Ha ha! Don't worry Stacey. He'll feel these, but in just another
way."
While Kelly was talking Conrad pressed some buttons on the console
next to the frame and it started to slowly move. Stacey watched as
Jake's body was lifted off the ground and turned to a horizontal
position. Even though there was no support behind his back, his body
was straight as any piece of lumber. When the body was in place,
Kelly stepped forward and applied a mighty blow to the leather mask
covering the face. She hit an arm next and then the chest. She
struck out randomly at first, but then approached her task in an
organized manner and started delivering blows to Jake in a
consistent way that didn't miss a single place.
"Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!"
When Stacey saw what was going on, she moved to Jake's other side
and applied her own litany of pain to the helpless man's unprotected
corpus.
"Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!"
Soon the two women were exhausted by their efforts. When they
stopped to rest Kelly explained that rubber hoses were quite
painful, but didn't leave the same markings as wood or hard leather.
Jake had to be softened up if they wanted to accomplish their
mission. Conrad would take care of that work using rubber and drugs.
He would leave the making of the serious welts and wounds for later
when the two mistresses were ready to train the slave themselves.
The two women left arm in arm as Kelly explained that it would
take at least two and perhaps three days before Conrad broke Jake.
There would be a lot of physical pain, to be sure. Conrad would also
use military drugs designed to reduce a person to a spineless
nothing and when they returned, Jake would be a cowering slave.
They talked about the fun they would have when Jake was ready for
the next step in his training. Stacey could hardly believe how
easily she was able to step into her role as Jake's top. Maybe this
was really her and it just required this opportunity to uncover her
true nature. She saw herself in a new light and she liked what she
saw.
---
They became such good friends.
The next two days just flew. In the end they were as close as if
they had known and loved each other since childhood. Stacey had
never found such love and tenderness in bed and realized she could
get used to it very easily. Kelly seemed able to play her body like
a delicate instrument and play a tune only Stacey and a few spirits
could hear.
---
They were dressed like twin angels of no mercy.
Stacey tried the uniform on the night before just to make sure she
could manage it properly. Four inch patent leather heels were not as
much of a challenge for her as they might be for another woman. Stacey
wore high heels for as long as she could remember, trying to be as
tall as Jake. The black seamed nylons seemed right for the outfit.
And the rest was made up of clever leather undergarments. A garter
belt that held stockings securely in place. A leather G-string that
hinted at the secrets buried under the leather finery. A leather
push up bra that presented the tits like graceful treasure troves.
Delicate bands of leather and metal adorned the wrists and neck
accentuating the feminine lines so well. A small cat of nine tails
set it all off. A tool that was not just for decoration as Jake
would soon find out.
Conrad continued treatment for the two days the women vacationed.
He could apply a great deal more strength with the rubber truncheon
and he knew just how much of the drug a human could stand before
death stepped in to end it all. Jake remained alive in the
horizontal trap unable to move.
"Take him down now, Conrad, and let's see what we've got."
The body was lowered to the floor and all restraints removed. The
zipper that went from the back of the leather mask to the front was
opened and the garment was quickly removed. Jake's face was a
picture of crazed fear and horror. A small scream came from his
mouth at first and then grew to some loud combination of shock and
lunacy. Both women looked on in disgust as the grown man cowered on
the floor unable to move as the muscles that had been imprisoned for
days failed to cooperate with his mind's command to run away.
"This looks right, Stacey." Kelly walked forward and attached a
long leash to the collar around Jake's unresisting neck. He moved
back when she approached, but not very far as his body continued to
let him down.
"Jake, my name is Kelly and I'm here with your lovely wife. You
have a choice, a very simple choice."
It was difficult for Jake to understand what Kelly said. The
combination of the drugs and the intense pain overwhelmed his mind
and body. He could not understand what was happening to him. He was
no longer in charge and he was very afraid. He knew his wife was
standing right in front of him in some sort of uniform, but he
didn't know why. He thought he only went on vacation and now didn't
know where he was. He didn't know much but he knew he was afraid,
very afraid.
---
The endless barrage of pain made it easy for the psyche altering
drugs to take control of Jake's mind. All his hidden fears were
magnified to the proportion of giants and his ego reduced to nothing
more than a faint memory of some far and distant person.
Conrad attached the hobble to both of Jake's knees. He spread the
slave's legs apart and tied a sturdy bar to the knee hobbles. There
was just enough play in the ropes to allow a slow forward motion,
but it was not possible to stand or stretch out either leg with the
devices securely in place. He would learn to crawl again.
"Why are you doing this to me?" It was more the whimper of a young
child and not the voice of a full grown man.
Kelly brought her cat of nine tails down on the unprotected
creature and Stacey quickly joined in slashing her whip down again
and again. He would learn who was in charge and he would learn that
he did not speak unless someone asked him a question. It would take
a bit of time, but he would learn.
Conrad pulled a halter over Jake's head and jammed a metal bit
into his mouth. The halter had a set of reins attached to the metal
bit making it quite easy to control the victim of this mechanism.
Decorative leather straps with silver and gold studs were attached
to various parts of his body. Nothing was covered, of course, and
certainly nothing was protected from the two mistresses who were now
ready to accept their due.
"The drugs have beaten down his will, but it will still take a
strong measure with a whip to make sure he learns to do just what
you say. I think this carriage whip might be a better choice for you
now, Stacey."
Kelly handed Stacey a sturdy three foot rod with a thin leather
coil attached at one end and a well formed hand grip on the other.
Stacey hefted the measure of her new toy and took a practice swing
to get a better for how the new whip might work.
"Crack!"
"Ah, what a wonder. This is going to be fun, Kelly. You've made a
wonderful choice, sweetheart." As Stacey positioned herself at the
front of the slave, she happened to step on his hand with her spiked
heel. He screamed out and almost knocked Stacey over as he tried to
get away. As soon as Kelly realized what Jake had done, she struck
him with her own whip with a vengeance reserved for slaves who try
to stop their dominants from controlling their every action.
"Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! "
"Listen, you son of a bitch, never again put a hand on your
mistress. If you do, you may just lose it next time, you lowly
piece of shit." Kelly applied the whip again and again until it
seemed that every part of his back was crossed with an angry red
stripe that told of all the pain and suffering the slave received
for this serious indiscretion.
"Conrad, hobble the front here. That's a good man."
Conrad put another bar arrangement on the floor and tied Jake's
wrists to the short ropes attached to each end of the hobble. He
could now clumsily move one of his hands or legs only six inches
forward or backward before he had to move the other one. He was only
able to move slowly now and it would take some time before he
learned how to move properly in his hobbled condition, but of course
he would learn. He would learn that and much more.
Kelly removed a strap-on dildo from the tool rack and handed it to
Stacey. "Here put this on and do to him what he's been doing to you
for years."
The dildo was twelve inches long and thicker than any cock Stacey
had ever seen. When she finished attaching it to her waist and legs,
it thrust out as if it had always been part of her body. It stuck
out in parody of a real cock, but unlike a hard-on a man might have,
this one never went limp and was always ready to fulfill its
purpose.
The hobble prevented Jake from moving away or closing his well
spread legs. Stacey made sure he saw the strap-on bob up and down as
she slowly walked in front of him. When she moved to his rear, she
could see his manhood hanging from between his legs and his waiting
asshole easily available for any purpose she had in mind.
She grabbed the reins and pulled his head back. When she did this,
she jammed the strap-on into his asshole and put the whole weight of
her body into the thrust. The bit prevented Jake from screaming as
loudly as he wanted to scream, but it was clear that he felt the big
intruder violate his asshole. Yes, he felt it all right.
"Well done, Stacey. You must be in a good six inches now. Keep it
up and see if you can bury that thing in his ass."
Stacey started fucking Jake in the ass and continued thrusting the
enormous probe into his hole again and again. With each thrust it
went deeper and deeper into the tiny brown hole that no longer had
the will to stop the large invader. Stacey found herself getting
excited by all of this and could feel the hot juices well up in her
pussy. She was relentless as she crashed into his asshole over and
over again. His screams and moans died down and were replaced by
something else.
Kelly could see the erection forming between Jake's legs. She
could see the look of fear change to a look of passion. The slave
liked what was happening and was aroused by what Stacey was doing to
him . Stacey pounded his ass over and over. She felt the dildo
rubbing on her pussy and she soon came with an orgasm so intense she
almost passed out.
"That's enough, Stacey, dear. The slave is just about ready to cum
and we wouldn't want anything like that to happen now would we?"
It was true. Jake's cock looked ready to explode. She couldn't
believe how he was aroused by his violation. This was certainly
something new and different.
The two mistresses took turns with his training. There was some
resistance at first, but nothing a kick or a lash could not
overcome. At the end of the three hour session, Jake's body was
covered with welts and bruises. He paid the price for any misstep or
hesitancy and soon he was moving through his paces as well as any
show horse. He moved on command and so learned how to react to the
pulls on his reins. Several different drugs were administered during
the course of the training which enhanced his learning ability
greatly.
"Conrad, he must be ready for our last night at sea. Stacey needs
to have him available for the final shipboard party so continue on
with his training."
The women spent several hours a day training their slave. Conrad
and several assistants took over when they lost interest and
continued the regimen for 20 hour days. Jake was lost and confused
and had the slave mentality firmly imprinted on his weak and passive
mind. He had gone from a strong and independent man to a weak and
quivering parody of a human being. The training went on for the next
four days with a vengeance and Jake was transformed into a perfect
slave who performed whatever action requested by his Mistress.
---
Stacey and Kelly were dressed in designer originals as they
entered the large ballroom. Most of the other clients were already
there by then and since this was the one night the slaves were
allowed to join in, many of them were in attendance. Stacey was
amazed with the unique ways in which the various clients dominated
their slaves. None of their private areas were covered in any way
of course. In fact, if a submissive tried to hide anything
punishment was swift and sure. The slaves watched their masters'
every movement in order to anticipate an order or command. None
wanted to suffer the wrath of an angry master and certainly not
tonight when the punishments would be far worse than usual.
A round of applause started at the entrance to the ballroom and
soon spread to all corners of the hall. Stacey regally entered the
room holding a gold metal leash delicately in her hand. It was
attached to a leather collar fastened securely around Jake's neck.
The hobbles that Jake wore now allowed him more movement and he was
able to trot on hands and knees at the side of his mistress as they
made their way to a table of honor. Kelly looked angelic as she
followed the two at a short distance. Her work was almost done now
and she was very pleased with the results.
The evening was a pure gala for Stacey. A number of people stopped
at their table to comment on how well training was proceeding with
Jake. And, as was customary in these situations, each one did
something to humiliate or degrade the new submissive. In some cases
it only consisted of a brief fondling of his balls and dick. A few
stuck a finger or some other object in his asshole and briefly
frigged him. Other people felt like testing the process and Stacey
let them proceed.
More women than men wanted to take the measure of their whips or
lashes on Jake's well available ass. He must have had well over 50
strokes in the first hour he was in the room. Several people laughed
when they realized that the punishment only served to arouse Jake.
He could do nothing to hide his full erection from those around him
and soon he was sport for the people at all the nearby tables. One
man sent his two submissives over to play with the new slave. The
two women took turns sucking his cock and fucking his ass with a
black dildo they had previously been using on themselves. From time
to time they would stop in anticipation of his orgasm. An orgasm he
was not to have since the two women were expert in the ways of the
human body. He would get close and then they would stop, again and
again. He ached with the need to cum, but his helplessness prevented
him from doing anything to satisfy his own needs.
His abuse at the hands of the other submissives continued for more
than two hours. The clients instructed their subs and had them
perform all the interesting rituals used to degrade and humiliate a
human being. While it was fun for all concerned save for Jake, it
did serve a valid purpose. Each embarrassment, each bit of pain, and
each loss of dignity destroyed another layer of will and broke down
any remaining resistance. By then, Jake considered all of it part of
his life and did anything he was told. Even the other subs were on a
higher plane and towered above his lowly position. The tasks set
forth were devious and horrifying and yet he went ahead and did
everything he was told. He was violated by women and men as
individuals or in groups of two and three. There was no part of his
body he could call his own. No indignity he could prevent from
happening to himself. He was a slave.
When it came time to leave, Jake was covered with bruises, welts,
injuries, cum, food and anything else a person felt like rubbing on
him or throwing at him. He found it hard to move given the pain he
suffered from all the abuse, but his mistress did not care. She
slashed out at his ass with her whip each time he faltered or seemed
dazed or confused.
"Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! "
---
"Don't worry Stacey. We'll see each other soon. I have so much
work to do helping women get control of their marriages that I
simply have to get on my way. But, don't worry. As soon as Jake
finishes his final training, I'll come to your place and stay for a
few weeks."
Jake had already been crated up and sent to the training facility
where the real work would begin. A cover story about an accident on
some small island was already in place and should stop any
questions. Jake would spend several months being readied to take his
place in the world, no longer capable of doing anything on his own,
but still able to convince the world that nothing was wrong. Yes, he
would be making the large income and heading to the top of his
profession, but this time it would all be for Stacey. He would
present a facade to the world and be the most submissive of slaves
in private when only his mistress was present. He would learn that
he no longer mattered and he would have to accept things that way or
suffer the consequences. The discipline would never end. He would
never stop taking the drugs and in the end he would be everything
that Stacey wanted him to be and so much more.
The two women had enjoyed their last shipboard night together in
Kelly's suite. Jake was chained to the bed and told to watch
everything that Kelly did since he would be taking her place in the
future. Just before they fell asleep, they freed one of his hands
from the hobble and let him masturbate as they watched and made rude
suggestions. He didn't care how humiliating it was, he needed to
relieve himself and went at it with the lack of concern any other
animal would have in the same circumstances. When he finally came,
the girls made him lick it up from the floor and swallow every
little bit of the white substance.
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Jake was right. All they had to do was go on a cruise and they
would be able to solve all their problems.
The End
You can contact the author of this story if you have any comments or
questions. She would like to hear from you. AleciaD@AltaVista.Com
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