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   Jenny's Couch Book III, part 5 (Mgg, ped, bond, oral, tg-play, drugs,
blasphemy) by Rufus Fugit

   "Can you take a turn?" Renee asked me.  "My legs are getting tired." I
took a hit off the pipe.  It was some really fine, fudgy hash, made locally
by a guy I knew from a Molokai hydroponic hybrid.  Expensive as hell, but
it was the only variety I'd found that didn't lower my blood pressure and
was consequently unsuitable for activities like this evening's.  I let the
smoke slowly trickle out my nose and regarded the perverse scene before me.

   Karen was tied naked to the bed.  The twelve-year-old was on her back,
spread-eagled, a pillow under her ass.  Her wrists and ankles were
individually handcuffed to the posts at the corners of the bedframe.  (The
handcuffs were padded, of course.) The slightly stressed position
emphasized her preadolescent figure, skinny arms and legs all knees and
elbows, narrow hips with just a hint of flare, tiny breasts flattened with
only her swollen pink nipples standing up from the plane of her pale chest.
There was a thick bath sheet folded under her bare backside.  It had a
large, slowly spreading dark stain centered on Karen's crotch, fed by the
thick secretions steadily oozing from her preteen cunt.  Karen's wide blue
eyes were shiny with tears.  Her lashes were matted and there were tear
tracks running from the corners of her eyes down her temples, wetting her
long blond hair.  That hair was tangled and sweaty and spread out in an
unruly fan around her head.  Karen's soft, continuous moaning was
interrupted occasionally by a hiccuping sob or a gasp as she was penetrated
a little too deeply.

   Karen's little sister, Renee, two years her junior, was kneeling between
the older girl's spread and restrained legs.  She was leaned forward with
her upper body's weight resting mostly on her extended arms.  Her fists
depressed the mattress on either side of Karen's slim torso.  Her face and
body were damp from exertion and glowed in the dim light.  As I watched, a
droplet of perspiration fell from her chin to splash onto Karen's sternum.
Renee's prominent buttocks flexed as she ground her pelvis against her big
sister's, making little circles first in one direction then the other. 
Renee had put her hair up in a sloppy bun but it was starting to come
undone.  She paused every so often to blow stray strands of hair away from
her face.

   I set the pipe down on the nightstand next to the reading lamp.  I blew
my lungs clean of the heavy, sweet smoke and then took a couple of deep
breaths before I replied.  "Sure." I struggled to my feet from the soft
armchair.  Blue smoke eddied around my head, lit from below by the dim
reading lamp.  It was a halogen bulb and its heat made a mini updraft,
sending tendrils of hash smoke roiling towards the ceiling.  Like the two
children, I was naked.  My cock was stiff and extra-sensitive from my high
and I shivered as it bobbed up and down when I put a knee on the bed.

   Renee sat back.  A long black shaft made a loud "shlurp!" as it withdrew
from Karen's gaping cunt.  The older girl moaned as she felt it leaving
her. She tried to push her crotch forwards to keep contact but only managed
to make it flick against her swollen, oversized clitoris as Renee sank back
on her heels.  She grunted softly as she pressed a small palm below the
molded double-ended strapon, pushing against the flat part to reseat the
back peg inside her ten-year-old vaginal canal.

   There was a soft roaring in my ears and for a fraction of a second the
room seemed to vibrate intensely.  Renee looked up in concern as I put an
arm out to steady myself.  "Sorry," I mumbled.  "Head rush." I finished
climbing onto the bed and joined the fourth-grader between her older
sister's spread legs.  Karen was twitching and shivering, her involuntary
movements making the four sets of handcuffs rattle against the bed posts.

   I inhaled deeply as, in a moment of clarity, the completely bizarre
nature of the scene washed over me.  I was sitting on my bed naked, stoned
half out of my gourd, with two naked little girls.  I put out a hand to
Renee, not to hug her, but to wrap my fingers around the artificial penis
sprouting from between her sturdy thighs.  She looked up at me, her hazel
eyes hooded, as I gripped it and slowly jacked it back and forward.  It was
slippery with her older sister's cunt honey.  Slick, sticky goo squished
between my fingers.  Renee's face was impassive but she canted her pelvis
up, gently pushing back against the pressure of the backside shaft filling
her immature channel.

   "That's right, baby," I mumbled.  That's right, I was jacking off a
ten-year-old girl with a double-ended dildo stuffed into her deflowered
cunt, the same bald, smooth cunt that I had been fucking for months.  Her
hazel eyes were wide in the dim light.  Her nipples, fat and covering
nearly all of the plum-sized boobies that sat high on her chest, were
erect. They looked delicious.  I was entranced watching them rise and fall
with Renee's breathing.

   "Ppppplease..." Karen's high voice broke my hashish-enhanced trance. 
She rattled her handcuffs again, futilely trying to close her thighs.  At
the same time Renee pushed my hand away from her slimy penis.  "I'm
thirsty," the ten-year-old complained.

   I was hyper-aware of my own pulse, of the way my own penis bobbed
slightly with each beat of my heart.  After a few seconds what Renee had
said penetrated my fuzzed brain.  "Go..." My voice was hoarse.  I cleared
my throat and tried again.  "You can go get yourself a Coke from the
fridge," I said.  For a minute after I finished the sentence I wasn't sure
what I had been talking about.  Dang, I was stoned.  "And, and bring me
back one, too, please".  Renee got off the bed, moving carefully so as not
to snag the tip of her cock on the covers.  She'd already done that a
couple of times and I think it hurt her some when the peg moved inside her.

   I lifted my hand to my face.  My fingers were sticky with Karen's sex
juices and redolent with her scent.  I stuck my middle finger in my mouth
and sucked it clean.  The flavor was so intense, so intense and complex, I
could taste dozens of individual flavors, sweet and savory and salty and
sour all together.  My cock strained, oozing its own precum.  I started to
pant.

   "Ppppplease..." Karen moaned again.  She was crying in earnest now, her
belly heaving and shoulders shaking as she sobbed quietly.  "Please let me
go.  I'll be good, I promise.  I'll be a good whore, I'm sorry."

   I leaned forward and brushed hair off her forehead, then stroked her
cheek.  I could feel the heat rising off her small body as my adult form
loomed over her.  "Oh, honey, you're not being punished.  You didn't do
anything wrong, we just need to make sure you won't hurt yourself." My
glans brushed over Karen's clitoris, standing up proud from her slit, and
we both gasped.  Her body was warm but the wrinkled bud was like a torch
against my cockhead.  "Ah...ah...ah," we signed together as I moved my
shaft over her sex bud, spreading her juices on my skin until it slid
freely.  "Why," I breathed out as I let the head bounce down until it was
just fitted against the entrance to her passage, barely nudging her
blood-thickened labia apart.  "Why did you try to cut off your clitoris? 
What were you thinking."

   "I don't know!" Karen almost shouted.  "I don't know," she repeated more
softly.  "I...I was scared and I was thinking aboooohhhh..." Her voice
turned into a groan as I let my weight shift forward and penetrated her
sloppy, engorged quim.  I felt her spasm around me as I let perhaps half my
shaft push into her.  Oh my God she was on fire!  The child's cunt was
every bit as slick and hot and tight as it had been the very first time I
had violated her more than a year past.  The only difference from the
hundreds of adult cocks she had taken between then and now was that instead
of screaming and begging me to stop, she was moaning and thrusting her
pelvis up at me.  Her slippery vaginal sheath squeezed and pulsed around my
erection, the luscious liquid heat shooting my arousal to new heights.  I
felt hot liquid dribbling down my shaft.  I closed my eyes, clenched my
jaw, and with an effort managed to keep my mind on my question.  "Why,
Karen?" I asked again.  But I couldn't help making short little thrusts
with each word.  "Why...did...you...try...to cut yourself?" Each push left
me just a little deeper into the preteen's incredible heat.

   "I...got scared, I guess." Karen's blue eyes were enormous as I leaned
close to hear her hoarse whisper.  Her gaze got vague.  "Outside...I
thought...everyone saw me...naked...saw a whore...and I couldn't stop...and
they'd tell Mommy...God won't let me...God makes me, makes my babycunt so
hot...oh...oh...ohhhhh...." Her voice trailed off in mumbles and moaning.
Her breath was warm on my throat, warm and scented with the harsher pot she
had smoked earlier.  I couldn't take it any more.  I pressed down so our
bodies were in full contact, felt her titties press into my chest, rubbed
my face against her sweat- and tear-dampened cheek, snaked my arms
underneath and grabbed her shoulders and with that leverage, shoved myself
completely into the sixth-grader.  "AH!" I groaned, and "Oh, JEEZ!" Karen
gritted out.

   "Oh, you've got a great cunt," I whispered in her ear.  "What an awesome
whore."

   "I know," Karen panted, "But..."

   "You got...oh!...nothing to be scared of.  You got a great cunt, and
you're pretty, and no one knows what a whore you are, and you've made so
much money...ah!...from fucking." Like an idiot I wasn't wearing a condom
so I had to be careful - it wouldn't do to impregnate Karen - but the
feeling of her slim body pressed against mine, the mingled scents of her
floral shampoo and her juicy sex, and mostly the incredible heat and
tightness of her slick, velvety preteen cunny were overwhelming.  I
couldn't help but make short little thrusts, each one sending shocks of
pleasure from my cock up my spine and through my entire body.  "You just
got paranoid from the pot," I explained.  Karen had only been high a
handful of times in her short life and she hadn't yet learned to recognize
and separate herself from some of the less pleasant effects.  "There's
nothing to be scared of," I repeated.

   "But," Karen hiccuped.  "But...I...sometimes..."

   "What?"

   "Sometimes, I, I...I hate God."

   I slapped her.

   I wasn't angry; it just seemed like the thing to do.  Between the hash
and the perverted eroticism I was reacting, not thinking.  Karen stared at
me in shock for a fraction of a second, and then she started to really cry.
Not like a sexually-precocious 12-year-old who was overloaded by the
sensations stabbing from her hyperaroused clit and her overstuffed channel,
but like a four-year-old whose dolly had been taken away.  It was pain, and
shock, and betrayal at a world that had suddenly turned hostile.

   "Shh..." I hugged myself tight against her, enjoying the feel of her
hot, sweaty flesh moving against my chest hair and my body, the convulsive
tightening of her already-snug twat around me as her diaphragm spasmed.  I
stroked her cheek as I whispered in her other ear.  "Karen, you shouldn't
hate God.  You can be mad at Him, he can take your anger.  But God loves
you and he wants you to have a good life, to have lots of great sex and
make the world better."

   "How...?" the sobbing preteen gasped.

   "Don't you make all the men and boys happy when you fuck them?  Don't
they love your cunt, don't they love squirting in your mouth?" My penis
felt like it was trying to burst through its own skin.  As always, spewing
filth at the formerly innocent little girl I had turned into a sex-crazed
child prostitute was a turn-on.  Doing it while my own cock was buried to
the hilt in her twitching quim was almost more than I could bear.  "God
loves you, Karen.  God's with you all the time.  He watches you when you
masturbate.  He watches you when you've got a mouthful of cock.  He watches
you fuck all the time.  And every time you have your orgasm, that's God
rewarding you for doing what He wants you to do."

   Karen's eyes were open, unseeing, looking past me.  "I know,
but...but...AH!" I had suddenly thrust hard and deep, bouncing my cockhead
off her immature cervix, and now I started a fast, vicious pounding. 
Karen's limbs all contracted and strained against her bindings.  I looked
down, watching her smooth outer lips bulge as my adult-sized cock shoved
into the child.  The blood-thickened inner lips clung to my shaft as I
withdrew, smearing an even coating of her thick white secretions along the
skin.  "What's God see now, you little whore?" I snarled at her.

   "He ...ow!...  sees you ...oh!...fucking me," Karen gasped out. 
"Fucking ...ow!...  my whore babycunt.  He sees my cunt getting
hotter...oh, it's getting so hot...so big...oh, that hurts, ow, ow, oh,
fuck my babycunt, fuck me, I'm a fucking whore, fuck, oh, oh,
ohohohOHOHOHOHJEEEEZ!" Karen's voice climbed from a moan to a shriek as yet
another orgasm broke over her.  Her whole body jerked violently.  Her cunt
grabbed me like she was trying to tear my dick right off my body.  My lower
belly and thighs were suddenly soaked with hot cream.  I just lay atop the
sixth-grader and rode it out as she moaned and thrashed her way through her
climax.  Eventually she drew a long, shuddering breath and I felt the
tension slowly go out of her body.  "Oh, godddddddddddd," she breathed out.
"Thank you, God," she whispered.  And then, amazingly, she started rotating
her hips, pressing her pubic mound up against me, trying to force my penis
deeper inside her.  I had just been screwing the child as hard as I had
ever done an adult woman.  She had taken it like the pro she was and,
before her latest climax had even completely receded, was ready for more.
"Don't stop," she whispered in my ear.  "Keep fucking me, keep fucking my
whore cunt."

   But I thought I'd tease Karen for awhile instead.  I shimmied down so
that only the head of my cock bumped against her swollen labia and I
started sucking and nipping at her breasts, biting all around her engorged
nipples and flicking them with my tongue.  I was ready to start really
going to town when Renee trotted back into the bedroom and jumped up on the
bed.  Her strapon bounced and slapped against her bare belly.  She was
empty-handed.  "Hey, kiddo, where's my Coke?" I asked.

   "Oh," the fourth-grader responded.  "I forgot.  Sorry.  I'll get one."

   "No, never mind," I looked back at Renee.  She was kneeling on the bed
near Karen's cuffed ankle.  Her cheeks were flushed from the sugar and
caffeine in a normally-forbidden after-bedtime soda, but also from her
exertions.  It was nearing midnight.  We had been taking turns fucking her
big sister since the sun went down.  We'd also occasionally stopped to
pleasure each other as Karen strained and begged for attention beside us.
Renee had sucked on my penis with her delightful enthusiastic technique.  I
had given her a tongue bath from her toes up to her sweaty armpits, not
neglecting the firm nipples of her just sprouted breasts or her black
penis. I would have liked to sample the delicious clean flavor of her bald
clam but she was too into having a cock tonight and didn't want to take it
off.  I was about to ask the fourth-grader to take another turn when she
surprised me by jumping onto my back.  I wasn't braced and Karen grunted as
I fell full-length atop her and her breath was squeezed from out of her
lungs.  I was suddenly in the middle of a delightful naked-girl sandwich
with Renee's warm, sweaty body sliding all over my back.  She body-surfed
until her strapon was nestled between my ass cheeks and then started
humping.  I lifted up from my knees, sliding my cock back into the child
pinned beneath me and raising my butt slightly so Renee could get good
friction, but then...

   "Ow," I said as I felt blunt plastic poke at my butthole.  Then, "Ow,"
again and "What are you doing?" as Renee dug her fingers into the muscles
beneath my shoulderblades and started trying to push.  "Hey!" She was
trying to penetrate me.

   I craned my head around so I could look at the fourth-grader's face. 
Her mouth was pursed and her brow was furrowed in concentration.  "Renee,
don't do that.  I don't like that."

   "Not fair," she grunted, locking eyes with me.  They were almost all
pupil in the dim light and it wouldn't surprise me if she had a bit of a
contact high besides.  "You put it in my butt all the time.  Sometimes it
hurts a little and sometimes I even bleed.  But I don't complain.  Fair's
fair."

   Maybe if I wasn't completely ripped I would've seen the flaws in that
argument but given the intoxication from the hash and especially the
feeling of warm smooth skin rubbing my body front and back and hot wet cunt
clenching around my organ, I just said "The hell with it." After a second I
realized I had actually said it out loud.  Fairness was really important to
little kids at Renee's age.  I giggled.  "Okay.  Just lube up and go slow."

   "I'm still all greasy from Karen's cunt," Renee said, and grabbed my
shoulders for leverage.

   "Uhhh!" I grunted as the ten-year-old stabbed forward.  Her chin dug
into my back.

   "Slow!" I repeated.  "Try pulling out a little and then...ow!  Yeah,
like that, pushing back in.  Uhh!" Involuntarily my knees spread a bit and
my pelvis dropped, and I buried myself again to the hilt in Renee's big
sister.

   And then no one was speaking.  The only sound in the room was my grunts
and exclamations as Renee pegged me more and more deeply, her huffs and
little gasps of exertion in my one ear and Karen's whimpering in the other.
That and the slick sounds of penetration from behind me and the much
wetter, sloppier sounds from in front of me.  With each thrust Renee was a
little further inside me.  Then I felt her comfortable weight lift off my
back, her small hands go around to the front of my hipbones.  I looked
back. She was on one knee, the other leg up with her foot on the bed for
leverage.  Her face was flushed with two brighter patches of pink on her
cheekbones.  Her hazel eyes were a little glassy; she appeared to be
looking at nothing, or at least, nothing besides the movie playing in her
head.  "Take my thingy!" she startled me with the urgency in her voice. 
"I've got my thingy in your butt!  I'm fucking your butt with my big
penis!" She was talking through her pleasure, exactly what I had taught her
by example through the long grooming period and then the months that I'd
been actively fucking her fore and aft.  I let the child thrust into me for
a few moments and then, finding her voice strangely arousing, I started
moving myself, letting her motion push me deep into her sister's burning
hot snatch.  Karen moaned again, tossing her head from side to side on the
pillow beneath me.  "I'm fucking your butt!  Fucking your butt!  Fucking
you with my penis!" Renee repeated, her voice climbing in pitch.  "I'm
going to orgasm, fucking your butt, going to orgasm, oooh, oooh,
oooOOOoooOOO!" She stiffened suddenly and with surprising strength for a
ten-year-old shoved forward especially hard.  And when the hard plastic
banged into my prostate I was suddenly past the point of no return.

   "Oh SHIIIIIIT!" I yelled as the heat inside my cock shot up instantly
beyond endurance and my whole body felt like it turned inside-out with
pleasure.  Semen rocketed up through the shaft and sprayed against the
entrance to Karen's unfortunately presumably-fertile womb.  But there was
nothing I could do to stop myself.  "FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!" I hollered from
mingled dismay and ecstacy as I filled the little girl's vagina with my hot
spunk.  Her blue eyes opened wide as she felt the liquid spurt into her. 
Renee fell across my back again.  I could feel her trembling with her own
juvenile climax.  Craning my neck I saw just the top of her head.  Her
cheek was laid against my spine and it felt like she was drooling onto my
skin.  "OOOoooaaahhhh," was all I could manage as Karen scrunched up her
face and clamped down on my twitching meat, milking the last of my
ejaculation.

   For what seemed like a long time, all I could do was lay atop Karen's
lanky form, panting and listening to my heart hammering in my ears.  I had
terrible cotton mouth.  Karen's face relaxed into a sleepy smile and she
was practically purring with satisfaction at having jizz inside her; she
had never liked condoms though she understood their extreme importance to
her future (and mine).  Renee's ragged breathing in my ear gradually evened
out.  When she started to snore softly though I reached back and smacked
her little butt.  Now that my orgasm had passed I was really not
comfortable.  "Hey, get off," I said, and made a shrugging motion.  I
gritted my teeth as Renee tipped to one side and awkwardly extracted
herself from me.  She flopped over on her back, her belly rising and
falling and the wet plastic of her penis bobbing and catching the light.

   Sperm dribbled out of Karen's cunt, adding a heavy musk to the spicy
scent of her juices soaking the towel she lay on.  I got shakily to my
feet. "I need that Coke," I said to the universe.  "And we'll have to get
some Plan B for you tomorrow," I mumbled as I staggered towards the
kitchen.

   I stood for a long time staring absently into the fridge.  From the
bedroom I heard the bedframe squeak, then Renee's high voice.  "Clean off
my penis, whore," she giggled, and then there was the sound of her hand
slapping Karen's cheek gently.  I drank down most of a bottle of soda
standing at the fridge, then took it and two unopened bottles back into the
bedroom.  The heavy stench of sex and hashish hit me afresh as I re-entered
the room and the smoke still swirling around the ceiling stung my eyes. 
Renee was squatting astride Karen's shoulders.  She was leaning forward and
gripping the top of the headboard for leverage.  Her tight little butt
bouncing and gyrating as she face-fucked her big sister.  Karen slurped and
gargled and gagged as the big black shaft plunged in and out of her mouth.
I finished my bottle of soda, burned another pinch of hash in the pipe, and
climbed back on the bed.

   The rest of the night turned into a series of disconnected images in my
head.  I know I started out by working one of the (plastic, screw-top) pop
bottles into Karen's gaping cunt.  She moaned and kicked her legs as the
cold, smooth plastic stretched her wide open.  She came again almost
immediately when I sucked her clit into my mouth.

   I spent some time eating Karen's pussy, getting my face completely
drenched in her delicious cunt cream, while Renee continued stuffing
Karen's mouth full of plastic penis.  I used some of Karen's juices to get
my thumb lubricated enough to insert it in Renee's tight rosette.  I could
feel her anus pulsing as she continued pumping her big sister's mouth.  And
it fluttered and vibrated like a piano wire when she reached another
climax.

   At another point I was teabagging Karen, sitting with my asshole just
touching the tip of her nose while Renee was again fucking her.  Karen's
moaning was nicely muffled by a mouthful of scrotum.  Renee and I were both
leaning forward over Karen's sweat-slick torso.  It was awkward but we were
managing to make out.  I had a hand around the back of Renee's head,
tangled in her hair.  Her bun had come completely undone and her thick
brown tresses fell around her shoulders and down her back.  She was shoving
her tongue into my mouth, as always with more enthusiasm than finesse, but
I loved it.  It was when she reached forward and grabbed my penis, holding
it overhand like she was shaking hands, that I ejaculated for the second
time that night.  The first shot hit Renee under the chin; the second
splattered one breast and her sternum; and the rest plopped and dribbled
onto Karen's already thoroughly lubed belly.

   Somewhere around three a.m.  Karen passed out.  Her body was still
shivering and spasming in apparent orgasm, but she didn't open her eyes or
otherwise respond to additional stimulation, even when I took her
bruised-looking clit in my mouth and bit down on it, first gently and then
not-so-gently.  She was quite a sight by then.  Her hair was a tangled mess
around her head.  Her face was bright pink and her eyes swollen and red
from crying.  There were bite marks on her breasts and dried patches of cum
on her stomach.  Half a full Coke bottle protruded from her cunt with her
labia stretched tight and pale around it.  Her clitoris was a deep eggplant
in color (I had a nice stoned giggle at the thought that it was nearly the
shape and size of one, too).  The towel underneath her ass was completely
soaked and the bed reeked of sex.  The smell of Karen's cunt was almost
cloying.

   We left Karen rattling the cuffs in her sleep.  Renee complained of
getting sore - not surprising since she'd been wearing her strapon for
hours and working it aggressively for most of that - so I helped her remove
it.  She hissed when the peg slid out, her inner labia clinging to it and
stretching away from her smooth vulva.  Of course I had to kiss it and make
it better, which led to some awkward 69, rolling around on the part of the
bed Karen wasn't occupying.  Renee's talented little mouth had me back to
full mast eventually and then, despite her protests, I pinned her narrow
shoulders to a pillow and started fucking her, gently at first until her
excitement overcame her soreness.  We ended up with her riding me, holding
the base of my shaft with one hand to control the depth of penetration and
balancing herself with the other hand on my chest.  I was entranced by the
sight of her small, smooth vulva stretching to admit my adult girth.  Her
outer lips were a fat, curved parenthesis around my veiny shaft.  We were
both nearly exhausted by that point.  Our bodies were bathed in sweat, the
ten-year-old's smooth skin greasy with lube and semen and her big sister's
cunt honey.  I was watching her lips stretch and pull, stretch and pull as
she rose and fell on me.

   We took turns letting each other do the work.  I'd thrust up for a
while, then she'd bounce until her thighs cramped.  I'd already cum twice
so I was in no hurry.  More than a year of being sexually active had made
the ten-year-old responsive well beyond her age.  She reached three more
climaxes as we played.  Each time her voice climbed up to a near-squeak
"Ooo, ooo, oooOOOoooOOO!  OOO!  OOO!" and she collapsed across me as her
cunny, already stuffed full to its limit, clamped vise-like and then, well,
shivered around me.  I stroked her hair and the hot, damp skin of her back
as she panted into my neck, and after a few moments she raised up and we
started again.

   She was whispering hoarsely, "I've got your big penis in me, fucking
your big penis, I feel it all up my cunt, I feel it," when, spurred on by
the words in her high, childish voice, I finally finished.  Renee squealed
as I couldn't help but shove myself as far into her as I could, squealed
again as she felt each shot of semen bounce off her immature cervix.  When
I finally went limp, Renee used both hands to lever herself off of me.  She
looked down at our junction as fat blobs of cum dripped out of her
stretched-open hole, puddling on my rapidly wilting penis.  She winced as
she closed her thighs and lay down next to me.  I put an arm around her and
buried my nose in her hair and was asleep in seconds.  My dreams were full
of colors and smells and music, and I woke up knowing just what I needed to
do.  Before I even took my morning piss I was rummaging in my desk for
Nate's business card.
   To be continued...

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