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Subject: {ASSM} Surrendering Sarah {Night Writer}  (nc, wife) [10/?]
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                                Surrendering Sarah

                                   by Night Writer

                                      Chapter 10



It was the kind of Sunday that Sarah and her husband would have enjoyed 
together not long ago.  Now she lay on the large quilt beside 
Stacey, propped up on her elbows, watching the parade of joggers on 
this warm fall afternoon.  Just beyond, the lake sparkled in the mid-
day sun.  An endless procession of lean, tan bodies circled the small 
lake, crowding the narrow path that ran its circumference, 
disappearing into the wooded park at the far end, only to reappear in 
the distance across the restless water.

A few blades of long, fine grass yielding to a short gust of fall 
air teased her ankle near the edge of the quilt.  Startled, she 
brushed at it, as if to send a fly or some similar pest on its way.  
Now distracted from her daydreams, she turned her attention to Stacey, 
lying on her stomach next to her.  The sky-blue bikini hid little of 
her slim figure, glowing alabaster-white in the afternoon sun.  Turning 
toward her, she gently touched Stacey's cheek with the back of her 
hand, then ran it down her neck to her shoulder where her open palm 
came to rest.  It was now more habit than obedience.  Stacey had 
required it of her weeks ago; the brief but intimate gesture was to 
precede each and every conversation. Whenever they spoke, Sarah kept in 
touch with Stacey's body until they were done.

Stacey's pixie face was turned toward her.  She stirred under Sarah's 
touch, a wide, warm smile growing beneath closed eyes. 

"Mmmm.  Nice."

She reached out, eyes still shut, easily finding Sarah's bare leg. 
Still purring as though half-asleep, she explored the warmth of 
Sarah's inner thigh.  Sarah shuddered, glancing along the path a few 
yards from them as Stacey's fingers lifted the thin nylon and slid 
inside the tiny white jogging shorts.  Her hand tightened on Stacey's 
shoulder as she felt a finger enter her, then trace slow circles 
through the juices pooling between her legs.

Stacey's eyes were open now, peering up at her with teasing curiosity.

"You're sooo wet, Barbie.  Did I catch you filling that empty little 
head with cock fantasies again?"

As usual, Sarah was distracted by the passing joggers.  Half-listening
to Stacey, her eyes were locked on an approaching boy, about sixteen 
she guessed, with an enormous erection that bobbed and wobbled as he 
trotted past them.  He looked down at them and smiled, then winked.  
Sarah was sure she was his target.  She waved back, wiggling her 
fingers and flashing her best Barbie smile.

Flushed, Sarah looked away at the boy departing.

"I think I'll go for a run, Stace.  OK?"

"Behave yourself, Barbie.  No hanky-panky, and don't be too long - I'm 
starting to burn."

Stacey watched her prance along the water, now getting stares from 
everyone she passed.  She had insisted that Sarah slit each leg of her 
tiny shorts to the waistband.  In the bright sunlight her translucent 
tube-top revealed the twin dark circles of her stiffened nipples.  
Stacey found her pink visor in the clearance section of a local toy 
store; it bore a cartoon likeness of the ever-popular doll's pouting 
face just above the Barbie logo, glittering in flowery script that 
could well have been the signature of Barbie herself, assuming Barbie 
could write.  

Stacey closed her eyes, again smiling with satisfaction.  The past 
weeks had been particularly rewarding.  Sarah had worked her way 
through all the men at the office except for Burgess himself.  Each had 
taken his turn escorting her on daily lunch breaks, drooling at the 
chance to succeed where the others had failed.  Those able to sustain 
the most impressive erections were treated to a few heart-pounding 
moments when Sarah would expose her shaved cunt to them, teasing them 
with the promise of burying their "big, thick cocks" in her hungry 
hole.  One by one, they all failed.  Sarah rejected them because Stacey 
demanded it.  Barbie rejected them because even the biggest cocks 
weren't big enough.  

It wasn't long before all of them despised her.  Prolonged frustration 
followed by wounded egos, all in full view of their peers and 
subordinates, made her repeated rejections especially humiliating.  

When they no longer spoke to Sarah, they began to take out their anger 
on the nearest female.  Secretaries, co-workers, clients - none of the 
women escaped the wrath of Barbie's handiwork.  

And of course, the women hated her as well.  They had a headstart.  
Their aversion to Sarah began the first day Barbie entered the office.

Watching the men fawn over her like school-boys in heat didn't help, 
and now further abuse from those same vengeful "bags of testosterone" 
had the women fuming.  Soon they turned on each other.  Petty 
disagreements escalated to heated shouting matches followed by periods 
of sulking while each plotted her own special revenge.  The office was 
in turmoil.  Stacey stood in the midst of it, feigning a shared dismay
at Sarah's disgraceful conduct, savoring each minute of the chaos she 
had so successfully orchestrated.  

Even Stu had abandoned her.  On their second outing, no longer able to 
resist the magnificent arch of meat straining at the front of his 
slacks, she placed a hand in his lap as he drove.  His cock seemed to 
go on forever.  It throbbed in her hand as she milked the entire 
length of it, searching for the tip, guessing its length and girth.  
God, it was sooo entirely huge!  She had to have it.  Sarah was  
dripping wet.  But he had stopped her when she went for his zipper, 
desperate to free her long awaited trophy.  "P-p-please d-d-don't, 
Sarah," he had managed with a worried glance.  "I'm m-m-married - m-m-y 
wife - I just c-c-can't."  Sarah was stunned.  Stacey made things worse 
when Sarah confided in her later that day.  

"I don't understand, Stacey.  Why didn't he want me?  Any of the others 
would have jumped at the chance, married or not."

"Barbie, you poor stupid little thing.  Don't you get it?  What do I 
have to do to make you understand?  Repeat after me, 'Gee, I guess I'm
too dumb to get it.'  Then, ask me to explain it to you.  

"Gee, Stacey, ...uhmm, I guess I'm ...like, so dumb," Sarah stammered,  
"I mean, too dumb.  Could you ... you know, tell me why Stu didn't let
me suck his big cock?"

"I'll say this really slow so that even you can understand.  Guys with 
really big cocks only want to fuck the best Barbies, the drop-dead 
gorgeous ones."

Pulling her in front of the mirrored wall next to her desk, Stacey 
continued to explain while Sarah looked hesitantly at her reflection.

"Big-cocked guys only fuck Barbies with massive, hard tits and nipples.
They only put their cocks inside Barbies with tiny waists and long, 
thin Barbie thighs with that little space between them that screams 
'Fuck me till I cum!'  Just look at yourself.  You're just not a Big-
Cock-Barbie.  You're more Hank's type."

Sarah stared into the mirror at what she had become.  The hot pink 
leotard fit her like a glove from neck to ankles.  She pulled her 
shoulders back, forcing the short, white bolero jacket open as her 
breasts thrust forward against it. Even wearing the heavy, white, 
platform boots, she saw no daylight between her slim thighs.  And she 
had always wished that her waist was a little longer, a bit more 
slender.  

So she dieted - and exercised - half-heartedly at first, then 
religiously.  Stacey was ecstatic each time Sarah asked to go to the 
gym, or grunted her way through another exercise set on the apartment 
floor.  When she picked at a salad each night instead of sharing 
Stacey's deluxe pizza or Chinese take-out, Stacey made a big fuss. 
Sarah lingered over the details of how she might look in the full-
length mirror after one more day of salads and aerobics.  She spent 
hours imagining each new line and curve, each subtle improvement that 
may lead her to a cock worthy of her attention.  'Pretty soon, those 
guys with really big cocks will want me.  I'll be so hot that the 
biggest cocks will fight over me.'  For Sarah, believing that had 
not only become a religion for her, it was salvation. 

But Stacey's favorite pastime was watching Sarah before bed as she 
posed in front of the mirror.  Naked, on tiptoe, she cupped her breasts 
with both hands, trying unsuccessfully to make them appear larger and 
harder than the night before.  Then, still stretching, up on the balls 
of her feet, heels together, she would carefully place a hand between 
her legs, checking for a space wide enough to allow a single, narrow 
finger to bridge the widening gap.  Best of all was watching Sarah's 
disappointment return, the increasing dissatisfaction with her body, 
her developing fantasies of the body she might have that would be 
irresistible, that definitely would command every cock in sight.

Still, even after her best efforts, Sarah remained an outcast at work.  
Now her only lunch-time companions were the young construction workers 
outside her office window. Following up on her desk-top dancing  
sessions, Sarah would mince and wiggle across the street.  She never 
grew tired of sampling them, eagerly climbing aboard one rusty pick-up 
truck after another, obsessed with finding a new cock bigger than the 
last.  None of them objected to her hand in his lap, or to her skillful 
attempts in her quest to bring his cock to its fullest glory.  She 
rewarded those with the biggest cocks by masturbating them as they 
drove. She was fascinated with the way a cock seemed to surge a bit in 
size just before eruption.  Without realizing it, Sarah had come to 
love the moment a big, fat cock spewed its thick contents at her.  Not 
sure whether a hand-job counted as the sex Stacey had forbidden, never 
touching her own steaming cunt, Sarah took no chances, consuming the 
evidence of her research with enthusiastic licks and slurps.  

Today, for the first time, Stacey saw Sarah's obsession spill over into 
the weekend.  In the past, a day away from the office chased Barbie 
back into the shadows.  Even the slightest retreat allowed the familiar 
hint of regret and humiliation to show in Sarah's eyes, and Stacey 
would have to resort to an especially embarrassing punishment.  
Last Sunday she had Sarah loosen the string of her bikini top as she 
finished the last half of her final lap.  Stacey had laughed 
hysterically as the top fluttered to the ground, Sarah's bare breasts 
bouncing, legs pumping madly while she fought to make it back to the 
safety of her towel.  Sarah could feel the burning stares of the other 
runners, but Stacey was quick to remind her that only the men with the 
smallest dicks looked for more than a second or two.  Retrieving her 
top was worse.  Stacey had her go after it when the path was the most 
crowded.  A few of the men stared, but she couldn't avoid the women's 
vicious insults of "stupid slut" and "blonde bimbo".

But today was a milestone.  Sarah's eyes darted from crotch to crotch, 
sizing each thinly concealed prick, making mental notes of which was 
the biggest and thickest.  She flirted with many of them, and was 
rewarded with a few unmistakable hard-ons that poked embarrassingly at 
the front of their jogging shorts.  

Stacey watched with amusement as Sarah made the turn that headed her 
back to their blanket.  The pink sneakers cycled up and down as the 
practiced prance carried her slowly on her way.  Soon she collapsed 
next to Stacey, breathing hard, but smiling brightly.  Stacey grinned 
back in wonder, her eyes drifting lower, away from Sarah's face.  
Beaming with pride and exhilaration, she decided not to even mention 
the thin string of semen that arced shimmering and thread-like over 
Sarah's right shoulder.  

                                   -*-

"Pleeeeease?  Oh, please, please, please?"

Sarah held Stacey lightly by the shoulders, then moved both hands up to 
cup her face, stroking her neck along the way.  Stacey stood a foot 
away, bracing herself against Sarah's whining.  She despised the 
grating sound, even if it did come from a Barbie.

Word came on Monday morning that the firm's potential new client would 
arrive later in the week for final negotiations.  Success would mean a 
promotion to partner for the employee able to demonstrate an image 
aggressive and creative enough to close the deal.  

Sarah continued to beg and whine, hopeful that Stacey would let her 
dress for the occasion.  She met the conservative Japanese executives 
on their last visit and had charmed them with her no-nonsense air and 
easy smile.  She cringed at the thought of having to greet them dressed 
in flaming pink spandex.  Was a navy business suit too much to ask, for 
just two days?

Suddenly, eyes glittering, Stacey gave in.

"Oh, alright, Barbie - if it means that much to you.  But it won't 
matter.  Clothes may make the man, but they won't give a Barbie Bimbo 
the sense to come in out of the rain."

"Oh, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, Stace!"

Sarah took her in her arms, bouncing up and down on tiptoe, continuing 
to thank her like a small child allowed to stay up past her bedtime.  
Stacey rolled her eyes, now thankful she had closed the door to Sarah's 
office.

                                  -*-

Sarah felt like her old self again.  She strutted through the office, 
smug as ever in the sleek Liz Claiborne suit, now confident she could 
recover any ground lost over the past month and reclaim her career.
The morning passed too quickly as she reviewed the lengthy contract, 
but by noon she was buoyed by increasing optimism.  The image in her 
office mirror was a welcome one for a change.  The suit fit as though 
it was made for her - the jacket square shouldered, narrowing to a long 
slim waist, the dark skirt flirting with a few inches of thigh above 
well-sculpted lines of knee and calf.  But the picture wasn't perfect.  
Stacey had insisted on the six-inch heels, although she did allow a 
matching color.  Her platinum hair lay flat and shining along her face, 
now curled under as it followed the line of her jaw.  The jacket bulged 
at the front, her new breasts tight against the tailored silk blouse.  
Stacey was right.  Barbie was still underneath somewhere, straining to 
get out.  Her only hope was that the bit of Barbie that showed might 
appeal to the men, giving her an advantage.

"They'll see right through it.  You know that, don't you?"

Sarah turned from her reflection, meeting Stacey's stare with an angry 
one of her own.

"You can dress the Barbie up in fancy clothes, but you can't disguise 
an empty head.  Do you really think they'll listen to you for more than 
a few seconds?  Every time you open your mouth, all they'll be thinking 
about is how fuckable you are.  But I'll have to admit I agree with 
them.  You're so cute, trying to dress like a respectable business 
woman..."

Stacey crossed the room and put both arms around her waist.  She 
brought her face to within an inch of Sarah's, gazing deeply into her 
eyes, then looked down at the rigid mounds now crushed against her own 
modest breasts.  Sarah eyed the open door warily, but knew better than 
to object to Stacey's advances at a time when she needed to stay on her 
good side.  Her hand found Sarah's breast and palmed it, feeling the 
rising nipple through blouse and bra.  Her voice was a raspy whisper.

"Mmmm.  I could just slip this off you and suck on these for hours.  
Bet I could make you cum.  Don't you think I could make you cum just by 
sucking on your tits?"

"Please, Stacey.  Not today, not now."

"But why not, my little fucktoy?  Don't you want to play with me?  
Don't you love me anymore?  I could make you lose the blouse for your 
precious meeting - let you show the nice men more titty than you 
planned.  This jacket wouldn't hide much."

Stacey plucked at the buttons.  She opened one, then another, and 
finally a third, slowly parting the fabric to expose the inner third of 
both firm spheres.  

In the outer office two women stood and chatted directly in Sarah's 
line of sight.  Both noticed her at nearly the came time, and sneered 
with disgust at Stacey's body, now pressed tightly against hers.

"I-I love you, Stace.  But they're watching us!  Please, any other 
day, Stacey, just not today?  I'll make it up to you.  OK?"

Exasperated, Stacey dropped her arms with an exaggerated sigh.

"Oh, alright Barbie.  Go to your silly little meeting.  But first, 
could you do me a really, really big favor?"

Stacey held the yellow square of paper at arm's length.  The edge stuck 
to her outstretched finger, the list of finely written items barely 
legible from three feet away.

Sarah felt her world caving in about her.  As hard as she tried, as
desperately as she struggled for what little control Stacey had not
yet seized, a tear began to grow at the corner of her eye.

"Pleeease.  The meeting's in an hour!  I'll never get back in time!  
You promised!  You can't do this to me!"

"Come on, Barbie.  It's just a few simple things from that gourmet shop 
we love so much.  I wanted to fix you a nice dinner tonight.  You're 
not going to be ungrateful, are you?  You'll have plenty of time if you 
leave now.  Be a good Barbie.  Bye-bye!"

By 12:05 Sarah was making her way as fast as she could in the six-inch 
heels to the nearby construction site.  She knew better than to ask any 
of the men in the office for a ride these days, and besides, they were 
all busy preparing for the meeting.  

They didn't recognize her at first.  Pink was her color.  But that 
didn't stop them from staring slack-jawed at the slim young woman 
approaching them.  She marched quickly across the makeshift ramps of 
wood as if she knew her way, calf muscles flexing beneath six inches of 
exposed ivory thigh.  Then, when she came close enough to count the 
sparkling beads of sweat racing into waists of their jeans, pooling, 
she knew, in the spaces made between swollen cocks and straining 
zippers, she heard her name passed from one man to another. 

There was little time to waste.  She wiggled her tits, bounced up and 
down on her toes, and waved her best Barbie wave.  

"Hey, guys!  Like, can anybody give me a ride?  Pleeease?"

A tap on the shoulder startled her.  She turned awkwardly, almost 
falling off the plywood into the deeply rutted mud.  Jared stood there 
grinning, hands on his hips, watching her as the plywood shifted 
beneath her heels.  By now he was her favorite.  For a week she sat 
beside him in his Jeep, smitten by his gray eyes, crooked smile, and 
perpetually hard, monstrous cock.  He was mysteriously quiet from the 
start, deep she thought.  He hadn't flinched the first time she stroked 
him through his jeans.  Then, later, when she routinely freed the log 
of warm flesh from his pants, he would keep his eyes on the road and 
grin while she caressed the mushroom-shaped head with her fingertips.  
It was only after he sensed her pleading eyes on him that he came, 
covering her hands with a surging river, thick and white.  Try as she 
might, she never seemed able to make him cum until he was ready, after 
he saw her beg.  

Two younger boys hung back, a yard behind on either side.  Bared to the 
tops of their faded cutoffs, they gawked and elbowed each other, 
peering from behind Jared's sturdy frame.  

"Oh Jared, I'm sooo glad to see you!  I'm really, really late and I 
need a ride downtown to that gourmet shop, you remember the one.  Can 
you take me, now, pleeease?"

The two boys chuckled at her choice of words, and edged closer.  Jared 
smiled his crooked smile and took her hand, helping Sarah off the 
plywood toward the parking lot at the back of the site.  He held 
her hand firmly as they walked, even after they reached the fine gravel 
where the footing was better.  She felt comfortable, protected, just as 
she had with her husband when they first met.  She tried to remember 
when those feelings had left her, but it hadn't happened in an instant, 
or even a day or a week.  She felt safe in the warmth of Jared's large, 
callused hand, and, clinging to those few seductive minutes, put her 
shoulder against his bare arm, never once lowering her eyes to his 
crotch.

The white van sat at the back of the lot, parked well away from the row 
of resting dumptrucks and dozers, their job now nearly done.  Jared 
stopped next to the faded blue lettering on the side door.

"Mine's in the garage today.  We'll have to take the van.  Mind if the 
boys tag along?"

He unlatched the door, leaning hard against it, sliding it open with a 
sudden shove.  Before she could answer, she was pushed inside followed 
by Jared and the boys.  The door slammed shut taking daylight with it.  
The van was filled with mover's quilts and plastic tarps, now more 
visible as her eyes grew accustomed to the dim interior.  The 
sweltering heat robbed her of her breath as she struggled, now tangled 
in the heavy padding.  She was finally on her knees.  Then came the 
sudden burning over her scalp as strong hands grasped her hair, 
snapping her head backward with a vicious yank.  

Jared crouched between her and the windshield.  He was a dark 
silhouette now, without gray eyes or crooked smile.  She felt his 
powerful hands at the sides of her face, then a rough thumb traveling 
over it, finally forcing it's way into her mouth.  His friends held her 
from behind, one by the hair, the other wrapping her wrists tightly 
with a strip of cloth.

"What's the matter, Barbie?  Not in a party mood?  You probably thought 
I'd be satisfied to let you play with my cock for as long as you like, 
then wiggle your ass on over to the next guy when you get bored.  I've 
seen your type before.  The respectable business woman decides she 
needs a few jollies, so she goes slumming - thinks it's so cool to go 
after some real cock for a change instead of that needle-dicked preppie 
crowd she cuddles up to while she's on the clock.  Only you don't fuck 
us, do you Barbie?  You save the pussy for your lawyers and CEOs.  What 
do you think about when they're humping away on that fine little body? 
The money?  Does the money make you cum?  Do you see green when you 
close your eyes and grit your teeth, waiting to slide out from under 
those pasty momma's boys after they whack off inside you?  Well, bitch, 
do you?"

"Please, please, Jared.  You're scaring me.  It's not like that, not at 
all!  I want to, I want to so much.  You don't know how much I've 
wanted you.  But I can't.  I can't explain right now, but I just 
can't!"

"I think you can.  I think it's time you lived out your little fantasy, 
Barbie.  I think it's time you get what you've wanted all along."

His prick was even larger than she remembered, now just inches from her 
face.  He pushed the slick tip against her lips. She welcomed the musky
flavor, sealing her mouth firmly around the shaft as it edged 
forward.  Now she wanted nothing more than to show him how hungry she 
was for him, to devour him with the skills learned from taking hundreds 
of cocks in her mouth.  But her best efforts were useless.  The boys 
held her tightly from behind while Jared clamped her head between his 
huge hands.  She was helpless, unable to move or show her willingness
to give in to him.  He stabbed roughly at her open mouth, never
stopping or allowing her to rest.  She lashed at the head with her
tongue, then worked it along the heavy ridge on the underside, 
drooling long strings of saliva down her chin, onto the silk blouse.  
All feeling drained from her hands as the tightly cinched cloth slowed 
the flow of blood at her wrists.  Her knees burned as the rocking 
motion ground them into the floor of the van.  And she was wet, wetter 
than she had ever been - dripping, sopping between her legs.  If only 
she - someone - could touch her there, put a finger inside her, just 
enough to trigger her release.  Then, with no warning, he came, filling 
her mouth and throat with jets of thick, white cum.  In an instant, her 
own orgasm shook her like a jolt of current, holding her in a brief 
seizure, then racking her with loud moans of relief.  Jared pumped his 
cock deeper into her, forcing the semen she couldn't swallow out of the 
corners of her mouth, down her chin, and onto the shoulders and front
of her tailored suit.

For the next half-hour she gave in to them.  Hands tied, limp and 
willing, she would have tolerated any perversion for a taste of the sex 
forbidden by Stacey for so long.  The two boys took turns at her 
upturned ass as they bent her over a stack of padding.  She heard the 
skirt rip as it bunched about her waist, then the sudden coolness as 
her panties were pulled over the tops of her thighs.  It burned at 
first, but eventually even their brutality made her wet. She watched 
Jared as they sodomized her.  He milked his now flaccid cock, still 
nearly as large as when it filled her mouth.  Slowly, his erection 
returned, almost as if she had willed it back to its jutting, rigid 
state. 

The boys finished quickly, each of them filling her bowels with a load 
of sticky spunk. It leaked from her slowly as they turned her onto her 
back, cooling as it settled in small puddles over the dark skirt.  
Jared appeared between her legs.  Her gaze was fixed on his renewed 
erection as he hovered over her.  It was so huge, so potent, so 
beautiful.  The boys held her ankles, spreading her legs until she 
cried out in pain.  Then, Jared was inside her.  He filled her 
suddenly, in a single, swift thrust.  She gasped, tilting her hips into 
him instinctively.  She struggled to free her hands, still bound behind 
her back.  She wanted to stroke his chest, run her hands along his 
strong arms, explore the rows sharp ridges that crossed his belly.  She 
begged him to free her, promising him anything and everything if he 
would only allow her to show him how much she wanted him.

Instead, Jared's hand closed around her throat as the boys gripped her 
legs, spreading them painfully until her struggling ceased.  Jared's 
grip tightened until she could no longer speak or moan.  Yet, the 
pressure around her neck was strangely exciting.  It made her small and 
helpless in his firm grasp - impaled on his raging prick, her very 
breath controlled by a single powerful hand.  She was a mere 
receptacle, weak and willing, controlled by the lust-driven cravings of 
a savage animal.  

Jared squeezed tighter.  Breath became more difficult for her as his 
came faster and deeper.  Splotches of black danced before her eyes and 
darkness approached from all sides.  Everything she was was between her 
legs now, wet, throbbing, sucking, frantic for just the right touch 
that would bring boiling throes relief to her fragile body.  She could 
sense it a long way off, building like a tsunami, now closer, closer...

Suddenly, a maddening emptiness between her legs, then a dizzy rush as 
she was lifted by the back of the neck to face the huge head of the 
monster.  It stung her eyes like hot rain, boiling out of his cock, 
running over her like molten lava, finally slowing to rest in the 
creases and valleys of her new suit.  He laughed as he sprayed his cum 
over her, and she burned as her cunt twitched and flowed, searching for 
relief that was not to come.  

They tossed her onto the gravel beside the van, never once looking back 
as they returned to work.  Sarah tried to stand.  Small, jagged stones 
bit into her knees when she fell.  On the third try she was able to 
walk.  She staggered back across the gravel lot and the maze of planks 
leading to her meeting, stopping only long enough to focus on her watch 
through the broken crystal.  She had ten minutes.

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