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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by 
sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading 
now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes 
without the consent of the author.

JC: Oliver Brown

By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003

Chapter 4

The sixth year student sat down at the table across from Oliver 
right after he had taken a bite of his sandwich. Oliver chewed and 
swallowed, chasing it down with some milk. He looked up at the 
student and asked, "What can I do for you?"

"I was curious about something."

Oliver examined the young lady carefully. She had a very nice 
glow and almost no black spots over her heart. He said, "Ask 
away. I'll answer if I can."

She looked around as several other students joined her. Comforted 
by her classmates, she finally asked, "Why is it that most of the 
faculty spend their meal times in the first year dining room?"

Oliver looked at her for a moment considering how to answer. 
Instead of answering, he asked, "What do you think motivates the 
faculty to do that?"

 Blushing she said, "Because they like to look at all of the young 
students running around naked."

Looking as though he took her answer very seriously, Oliver 
nodded. He asked, "How many times did you need to be counseled 
this year?"

Eyebrows drawn down, she frowned as she said, "None. Why?"

"How many times did you need to be counseled last year?"

Looking at the other students first, she answered, "Twice."

"Ah, now the telling question," said Oliver. He asked, "How many 
times did you need it the first year here?"

"Thousands, I think."

Oliver nodded at the honesty of the answer. He asked, "Let me ask 
one final question. What do you think motivates the faculty to 
spend as much time as possible with the first years?"

A minor black spot started disappearing over her heart as she 
answered, "They need you more than we do."

"Very good," replied Oliver. The black spot vanished as she fully 
understood the reason. 

One of the other students asked, "So why are you here today?"

Oliver laughed at the assumption that they were no longer needed. 
He answered, "I could say that it is because there are still times 
when you need us, but that might not be the whole truth. Perhaps 
in my case, I should say that there are times when I need you."

Taken aback by his answer, the woman asked, "You need us?"

Oliver looked around the room before he answered, "With the first 
years, it is mostly us giving to them. We spend our time helping 
and directing them. It is easy to get discouraged when you see the 
same argument a hundred times. Then we come up here and it is 
nice to deal with equals. You have balance, you give and you 
receive. You don't demand, but request. We can provide or not 
based on our ability, rather than be subject to the demand to do 
something that helps even when others would be better."

The entire group was staring at him in amazement. He asked, "Do 
you feel that I am flattering you unjustly in considering you 
equals?"

The young man answered, "Well, you have a brown robe. How can 
you consider us equals?"

Oliver stood up and removed his robe. He sat down on the chair 
naked. He looked at them and said, "The robe reflects my service 
to the Gods and Goddesses. It is not a measure of me as a person."

The young woman looked at his large cock and then teased, "We 
haven't had a naked instructor around us for three years. Aren't you 
afraid that we'll take advantage of you?"

"We're equals here. I know that means that you won't take 
advantage of me," replied Oliver with a smile. 

The crowd of young men and women started to disperse. The 
woman said, "Thank you for taking the time to talk to us. I think 
we needed to hear what you said."

Oliver was silent for a moment and then asked, "Would you or 
your fellow classmates like to visit the first year dining room 
during lunch or dinner?"

"I don't know. Is there a reason you are asking?"

Oliver smiled at how she treated his question. Rather than 
answering without knowing all of the conditions and ramifications 
of the question, she chose to get more information first. This was 
going to be a very successful group of students. He answered, 
"Well, you will be leaving here one day to go forth in the world. 
You will meet all kinds of people. I was wondering if dealing with 
the first years and helping them come to understand the lessons 
that you have learned so well would help you in the world 
outside."

She nodded as she thought about it. She answered, "It sounds good 
to me, but I would have to talk to my classmates."

Oliver said, "Good. Come to me when you have had a chance to 
discuss it amongst yourselves and I shall make the necessary 
arrangements."

"Thank you again."

Oliver said, "It is I that should be thanking you."

She left the table and rejoined another two students at a table. 
Looking over his sunglasses at them, he was amazed at how 
brightly they shined. They would go far when they left here. He 
looked up at the sky and said, "Thank you, for giving me this 
opportunity."

Finished with his meal, he picked up his plates and cleared his own 
table. He would have washed the dishes, but the kitchen staff 
chased him out. They had learned a few key phrases that were 
successful in keeping the Druids out of their domain. The one that 
had been used on him this time was a request to allow them to 
serve in their way. He smiled at the thought of how the staff had 
undergone changes in just the four months they had been working 
here.

He continued his trip around the campus.  Every week, he set aside 
one day to tour every part of the College. This included the parts of 
the campus that were seldom visited by the students. The janitorial 
staff, the mechanics, and the groundskeepers were all of interest to 
him. Every person on the campus was important to him. He 
enjoyed the tour tremendously. 
 
He slipped into a classroom to listen to the lecture. His entry was 
quiet, but the students and the instructor noticed, none the less. He 
smiled and gestured for them to continue. He listened fascinated as 
the instructor covered the history of war. The lecture resonated 
with his service to the God. It was a very different presentation of 
war than typically covered in a college class. It wasn't about the 
politics of war or the morality of it. No, this was about the art of 
war and the role that a thinking man held in determining the 
outcome. The politics, morality, and historical aspects of war were 
covered in other courses. 

The instructor led the students through an exercise based on actual 
battles of the American Civil War. The exercise went extremely 
well, with the students identifying options that, to his knowledge, 
had never been discussed in any historical paper on the subject. 
They had even kept themselves limited to the rules of warfare that 
were followed at the time. Several of the students had 
demonstrated absolute brilliance in the area. He left before the 
class was over. 

He glanced at his watch realizing he was late and hurried to the 
administration building. It was on the opposite end of the campus 
from the classroom he had been visiting. His excitement must have 
been apparent to everyone, as no one moved to delay him in his 
trip. He cut through the library and the first year dorm. People held 
doors open for him as he moved through the hallways.

He reached the front doors of the administration building in record 
time. Looking through the door, he hoped to see a new car pull up 
in the driveway. There wasn't one there and disappointment 
washed over his body. He started when Ling said, "She hasn't 
come yet. Her plane ran a little late."

He turned and looked at the woman. She had the bright shine that 
was common amongst the Carter Family, but there was a lot of 
black over her heart. It was time for him to address that. He said, 
"John says you are a consummate professional as a body guard."

She nodded her head and looked at him with curiosity. He 
continued, "You live in one of the most loving families I have ever 
seen."

She nodded wondering what point he was going to make. He 
added, "Yet, you have more hate in you than all of the rest of them 
put together."

She glared at him and spat out, "No, I don't."

He looked out the door for a moment, hoping that the car would 
pull into the parking lot. He countered, "You hate everyone and 
everything that you perceive as a threat to your family."

She replied, "That's normal."

He turned and looked at her with the kind of directness that made 
most people nervous. Ling stood there defiantly. He said, "Not for 
a bodyguard. That kind of hate makes you totally ineffective as 
their protector."

"No it doesn't."

Looking at her for a minute, he said, "You haven't been able to 
protect them since you married into the family. I would say that 
makes you a lousy bodyguard."

She was silent for a long time. Her emotions fluctuated between 
anger and frustration. She was angry with him for his perception 
into something she thought she had kept secret. She was angry 
with herself because it was true. She was frustrated because she 
didn't know what to do about it. He watched her struggle with her 
feelings. Emotions that she had been attempting to lock away burst 
out in a single flood. She broke down in tears as she finally said, "I 
know."

He stepped up to her and held her while she cried. She cried long 
and hard. Throughout, he rocked her in his arms, whispering little 
words of encouragement to her. Finally she calmed down, stepped 
back wiping her eyes and asked, "How did you know?"

He answered, "I listen to what people say. John always says that 
you are one of the best security persons in the business, but every 
time your actions are discussed they sound more like a she-bear 
defending her cubs."

Pain ripped through her as she recognized the truth of his words. 
He continued, "You stopped being a security consultant. Why?"

She answered, "All of the jobs I was offered required me to leave 
the family for too long. Most of those jobs are for six months or a 
year. I couldn't stay away that long."

He nodded and said, "So you became a cop instead."

"Yes, I did."

"And it wasn't anywhere near as satisfying, was it?"

She sighed as she acknowledged the truth to herself. In fact, she 
wasn't even that good of a police officer. She answered, "No it 
wasn't."

He looked at her for a long time and then asked, "Have you 
thought about teaching self-defense here?"

She smiled and nodded. She had dreamed about teaching self-
defense for a long time. If she couldn't act directly, maybe she 
could act indirectly by making sure they could save themselves.  
She said, "I have, but I don't think it would be right for me to teach 
here. I'm not a Druid."

He reached out and took her hands in his. Raising them to his lips, 
he kissed them. He said, "I think you would be perfect. Now go 
and make John or Ed happy."

He watched her leave. There was a significant decrease in the 
darkness around her heart. He laughed as he wondered how long it 
would take her to remove those last few spots of black. He turned 
and looked out the door, waiting for the car to arrive. 

Kelly stepped out from behind a post. Misty eyed, she looked at 
him and said, "Thank you."

"For what?"

She looked at him with tenderness and love as she said, "You have 
helped Ling more in that single conversation than I've been able to 
accomplish in ten years."

He watched as she walked over to a bench near the door and sat 
down. He wondered what she had to say, but bided his time. She 
would say it when she was ready. She asked, "You are waiting for 
Catherine?"

Laughing, he jokingly asked, "You mean that all of my talk about 
her arrival today was wasted?"

She shook her head in the negative. In an introspective tone of 
voice, she said, "I remember when I was putting together the 
family. I wanted a wife and two husbands more than anything else 
in the world. I demanded that everyone have sex with everyone 
else. I was so possessive of the marriage in the beginning. It was 
my marriage and nobody was going to mess with my vision for it. 
John rather forcefully reminded me that it was our marriage, not 
my marriage."

Oliver refrained himself from asking how that occurred despite his 
curiosity. He asked, "So what happened?"

"I discovered that my vision of a group marriage paled beside the 
real thing. Our home is like a castle. Yet that is nothing to how I 
feel when I'm surrounded by the family. I am a princess when they 
are around. You might not believe this, but every desire that I ever 
had about my life was fulfilled. I need or want nothing more than 
what I already have."

Oliver asked, "Has that changed?"

She answered, "Not at all. There are times when I feel that I might 
not be a very interesting person any more. I always wanted to help 
people heal. I serve the Goddess and she gave me that gift. I can 
have sex with a person that has been battered beyond belief and 
heal them. It is a dream come true for me. However, it's an 
interesting topic for five minutes, but then it pales."

Confused, he asked, "Are you happy?"

"Happy?" she asked. She laughed aloud for a minute and then 
answered, "I'm deliriously happy. I can't imagine being happier."

He asked, "So what's the problem?"

She understood the source of his confusion. She smiled and said, "I 
don't have one. I am totally satisfied with my life. Some people 
might consider me dull because I don't have any great conflicts in 
my life. They won't write any stories about my life. How do you 
have a book that starts with, she lived happily ever after?"

"So why are you telling me this?"

She came over to him and held his hand. She answered, "I only 
wanted to let you know how rewarding marriage could be. There is 
nothing greater or more pleasurable than being married to the 
people you love. I wanted to wish you and Catherine the same 
happiness that I've had. I can't imagine anyone having a better life 
than me, but I hope that you have a chance to have one at least as 
good."

Oliver was touched. A simple silver thread extended from her to 
him. She truly cared about his happiness. Lowering the sunglasses 
despite the bright glow, he looked at her so that she could see his 
eyes and know what he felt. He answered, "Thank you very much. 
I really appreciate that."

She could see that her words had been taken in the spirit in which 
they had been meant. She said, "Well, I'll let you wait for your 
young lady. You won't need me around when she arrives."

Oliver laughed as he said, "I doubt we'll notice if you are."

She chuckled as she went off in pursuit of Ling. It was time to 
remind Ling how much she meant to her. She stopped and looked 
back at Oliver as he looked out the door for his girlfriend. It 
brought a smile to her as she remembered the story of John waiting 
for Beth. She went after her wife, seeking a nice relaxing time in 
her arms and to love her wife. There is never an occasion when it 
is not a good time for love.

Oliver went out to the parking lot to wait for Catherine. She finally 
showed up about the time that he had worn a path in the grass from 
pacing back and forth. Racing over to the car, he flung open the 
door as soon as she powered off the car. In seconds, they were in 
each other's arms, laughing, kissing, and crying of happiness. In 
the nature of true lovers, they were totally unaware of their 
surroundings. 

Their embrace was interrupted by a bear rubbing his head against 
their legs, almost toppling them. Oliver looked down and said, 
"Hello Fluffy."

Catherine asked the bear, "Where's Sid?"

The bear wandered over to Sid who stood there looking 
embarrassed. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "He wanted to 
say hello. What can I say?"

Catherine called over to Fluffy, "That's okay Fluffy. I always enjoy 
seeing you too."

The bear roared its pleasure as the two of them wandered off into 
the woods. Sid and the bear made quite a pair.

Oliver and Catherine went to the instructors apartments. He set up 
the door to answer to her palm print in addition to his. Once inside, 
she looked around the room. Pleased with the apartment, he led her 
through the various rooms and set her luggage in the bedroom. She 
commented, "My goodness, didn't you decorate at all?"

Her assessment was totally the opposite of his. He had been 
overwhelmed by the apartment and its furnishings. She was 
looking for more. He said, "I thought I would leave that up to you."

She turned to him and winked knowing that he had not thought 
anything of the sort. It was clear that he hadn't even thought about 
decoration. She said, "Wait here while I take a shower. Then I 
want you to take a shower and come into the bedroom once I'm 
ready for you."

He was rather surprised by the formality of her request. He was 
going to suggest that they shower together. Disappointed, he asked, 
"You don't want me to join you in the shower?"

She coyly replied, "You'll spoil the surprise."

He smiled and said, "Okay, go ahead. I'll wait here patiently until 
you are done. But I have to warn you that when it is my turn to 
take a shower, it is going to be the quickest one in history."

She laughed at the clear impatience on his part. She said, "You still 
can't come in until I'm ready, so take your time."

He waited outside the door of the bathroom. As he stripped off his 
robe, he called out suggestions of what he wanted to do with her. 
When he heard the water turn off, he called out, "Then I'll lick your 
clit and watch you tremble as orgasm after orgasm rushes through 
your body."

She called back, "Quite trying to ruin my plans. You're getting me 
too horny."

Looking down at his erection, he called back, "You're horny? You 
should see my cock."

"That will definitely make me too horny."

He heard her giggling in the bathroom. The door flew open and he 
hoped to examine her lovely naked body, but she had covered 
herself with her robe. His disappointment was clearly written 
across his face. She tittered as she ran into the bedroom while he 
was left with a very stiff erection.

This was the quickest shower of his life. He had to slow down 
when it came time to wash his erection, knowing he would have 
sprayed his come all over the shower wall if he had been the least 
bit energetic. He dried himself with a very soft towel, taking the 
same care in dealing with his cock. Looking in the mirror, he 
realized that over the few weeks that he had been here that his 
glow had increased and a number of dark spots had disappeared. It 
was amazing to see such changes in himself and not even realize 
they were happening.

He went into the living room and walked over to the bedroom 
door. It was shut and he knocked. She called out, "No yet, Olli."

He grunted in frustration and paced in front of the door. His erect 
cock swung from side to side like a metronome as he walked. The 
sight was almost comic, but his desire for her was not. Impatient, 
he knocked again. In response, she shouted, "Give me just a few 
more minutes!"

He stood at the door trying to relax. The longer he stood there, the 
more his imagination excited him as he pictured her on the other 
side of the door with her long hair and naked body waiting for him. 
What possible surprise she could have for him? Driven by need 
and curiosity, he almost tore the door down when she called out, 
"You can come in now."

He stopped on entering the room, his mouth open in surprise at 
what he saw. She was reclining on her left side with her upper 
body supported above the bed by her bent elbow, her left leg was 
straight with her right leg bent at the knee. Her pose was not what 
caught his attention. She was actually wearing a half bra, garter 
belt,  silk stockings, and shoes with very high heels. Everything 
was a matching red. She looked gorgeous posed like that. 

She giggled at his reaction and gestured with her index finger of 
her right hand in a come hither motion. Stepping forward in a 
trace, he reached the bed not realizing he had moved. He said, 
"You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen."

 She laughed and said, "I bet you say that to all of the nearly naked 
women you find lying in your bed. Now get over here before I 
come without you."

He moved over to the bed, his cock bobbing as he moved. She 
watched it with excitement and rolled onto her back, opening 
herself for his attentions. Even before he settled on the bed, she 
reached for his cock. He took her hand off it saying, "If you even 
touch it, I'm going to come."

She giggled in pleasure at the knowledge that she could excite him 
to such levels. He settled between her legs and ran a hand along 
her silk stockings. Supporting himself with his elbows, he covered 
her body with his and kissed her lips. It was like a shock of 
electricity passed through them. He slowly worked his way down 
her body with little love kisses. The half bra allowed free access to 
her nipples. He took his time at her breasts, her excitement clearly 
demonstrated by the blush of her skin and the hardness of her 
nipples. 

He reached her belly button and probed it with his tongue. The 
garter belt gave a nice contrast to the texture of her skin as it 
rubbed against his chin. He kissed the skin along the edge of the 
garter belt with surprising results. The act excited her to the degree 
where her hips were reaching for him, attempting to bring her 
moist womanhood in contact with him. As he worked his way to 
her nether region, she practically inched up the bed to speed up his 
progress. 

He ran his tongue along her swollen lips enjoying the fragrance 
and the taste of the excited woman beneath him. His tongue 
explored her hidden crevices, taking pleasure in all of the folds of 
skin. Gasping and groaning as his tongue explored, her hands 
reached down to grab his hair. This only increased her frustration 
since the short cropped hair left nothing for her to grab. Her legs 
folded around him, locking him between her legs. Held just short 
of that point where she would explode, he didn't give her enough to 
take her over. Frustration, excitement, and sensations long missed 
helped drive her to higher and higher levels of arousal. 

His tongue finally flicked up to her swollen clit provoking a 
scream as her orgasm washed over her. Locking her legs tightly 
around him kept him in that position. The fresh flood of juices, the 
amazing sight of her orgasm, and the long need for her touch, 
nearly made him come. Pre-come seeped from the end of his cock, 
lubricating it for the anticipated entry into her hot cunt. 

When she had come down enough to talk, she managed to squeak 
out, "Fuck me. Fuck me now."

He moved up and placed his cock at her steamy entrance. Rather 
than slamming it into her, he rubbed her lips with the head of it. He 
knew that he would only last a minute once he entered her. The 
choice was not his to make as her legs wrapped themselves around 
his ass and drew him into her. Pent up desire, the excitement of the 
woman under him, and the feeling of silk stockings against his skin 
combined to unleash the animal within. He started thrusting, 
savagely and strongly. His body dictated his timing and strength.

The entire bed started rocking as his thrusts became ever stronger. 
She had wrapped herself around him and now made those noises of 
pleasure that have never been captured as words or recorded in a 
movie. This was the real thing, a true connection between lovers 
lost in their sexual union. The universe had narrowed down to only 
their existence.

He bellowed his excitement with grunts and was answered by her 
screams. Wrapping his arms around her, his hands on her 
shoulders, pulled her onto his cock even deeper. He exploded 
within her. All pretense of civilization fled as human animal mated 
and climaxed with human animal.

After coming down, he slowly rolled off her. He held her in his 
hands, enjoying the feel of her hot flesh against his. She snuggled 
into him, enjoying the feeling of safety that the strength of his arms 
suggested. Merely seeking pleasure in maintaining touch, his hands 
traced her skin randomly.

After thirty minutes of that intense emotional sharing, she broke 
the silence in the room and coyly asked, "I take it you enjoyed my 
surprise?"

He teased her by asking, "What surprise?"

She giggled as she said, "My high heels, of course."

He answered, "I loved it all. I've never seen you wear anything like 
this in the past. To say the least, I was so overwhelmed that I 
almost came on the spot."

She reached down and pulled off the high heels. He watched her 
and asked, "Why are you taking them off?"

She blushed from embarrassment as she answered, "I haven't 
figured out how to walk in them yet and I have to go to the 
bathroom. Some naughty man filled me up with all kinds of fluids 
that are now leaking."

Laughing, he watched her stand. It was easy to appreciate the way 
her ass was framed by the straps of the garter and rolled as she 
walked. It had the effect that some fashion designer intended as his 
organ started to refill with blood. Her red legs encased in red silk 
stockings drew his attention. He got up and followed her to the 
bathroom. Showering together would release the pressure within 
his renewed erection.

Holding hands, they walked through the study area of the first year 
dorm. Students were gathered in little groups at individual tables 
discussing the day's lectures or working on assignments. There 
were intense focused discussions as the students debated their 
understanding of one topic or another. The tone in the room was 
almost reverent, unlike anything on other campuses.

Catherine looked around at the naked students. She was amazed to 
see so many young bodies. The variety of body types on display 
was truly staggering. There were people with large bodies, thin 
bodies, fat bodies, and frail bodies. Women with breasts of all 
different sizes and shapes; some were pert while others had long 
conceded to gravity. The men's cocks displayed tremendous 
variety; circumcised versus uncircumcised was the most immediate 
distinction, but the size, widths, and shapes were just as varied. 
She wondered if half of Oliver's excitement arose from seeing the 
naked coeds as they moved about their daily activities.

Reaching the nearly deserted dining room, they seated themselves 
in an open area. Rather than sitting across from him where it would 
be easier to see him, she sat next to him so that she could easily 
touch him. She glanced at the menu surprised by the variety of 
dishes that were served. She stopped reading at the first dish that 
sounded good to her, knowing that she would have plenty of time 
to work through the whole menu.

A pair of first year students came into the dining room and looked 
around. Seeing only a few people, they moved to a private corner. 
Catherine watched as the woman moved under the table and 
proceeded to give a blowjob to the young man. She couldn't take 
her eyes off the sight and could feel herself becoming excited. Her 
voyeuristic nature surprised her.

She put her hand on Oliver's thigh and moved it up to his cock, 
expecting it to be erect. It only began to get erect under her touch. 
She looked over at him in surprise and asked, "Doesn't it affect 
you?"

He leaned forward kissing her. He answered, "Of course, your 
touch affects me."

She giggled and retorted, "I wasn't talking about that. I was talking 
about the students over there."

He glanced in the direction of the students and turned back to look 
at her. He asked, "How could they possibly interest me when I'm 
with the most beautiful woman in the world?"

She blushed at the unexpected complement backed by a body gave 
proof to his words. His cock was reacting only to her touch and not 
the sight of the students. She leaned over and laid her head on his 
shoulder. It seemed so unnatural that a women could be so content 
in the presence of a man. 

Beth skipped into the dining room, dressed in overalls with a pen 
sticking from a pocket and a pad of paper under her arm. There 
was a naturalness to her movements as she skipped around greeting 
the students. Catherine watched her move around while Oliver 
reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out a small pair of 
sunglasses.  Catherine noticed his actions and looked at him with a 
question in her eyes. He noticed and answered, "She glows so 
brightly that it hurts my eyes."

Beth came over to their table and seated herself next to Catherine 
as though invited. Extending a hand she said, "Hello, I'm Beth 
Carter. You must be Catherine."

Catherine accepted her tiny hand and gave it a light shake. She 
answered, "Yes, I'm Catherine. It is a pleasure to meet you Beth 
Carter."

Beth smiled at her with a crooked grin that contrasted with her 
apparent innocence. She said, "So you are the lady that has Oliver 
wrapped around her little finger. I hope we are invited to the 
wedding. I like weddings."

Oliver, curious about her statement, asked, "Why do you like 
weddings?"

With an angelic look on her face, Beth answered, "I like to see the 
Gods and Goddesses appear. I never get to see the God and the 
Two-Side One except at the weddings."

The two adults looked at each other with incredulity on their faces. 
Oliver asked, "Does that mean you see the Goddess at other 
times?"

Beth answered, "Sure. We often meet in my dreams. She's funny 
because she always dresses like the first year students. Little John 
usually sees her too, but I think my other brother, William, talks to 
the Two-Sided One. He never talks about it, though. He's kind of 
strange, I think. Very deep and very quiet."

Catherine said, "I would love to meet your brothers. Do you have 
any sisters?"

"Yes, I have a sister, Betsy. She's named after someone, but I don't 
know much about the woman she was named after."

The waitress came to take their order. Oliver ordered an omelet, 
Catherine ordered a vegetarian dinner, and Beth tried to order a 
milkshake but ended up taking a glass of milk. Despite her 
maturity in many matters, she was just a kid. It relieved some of 
the doubts that Catherine had about raising a child in this 
environment.
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