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Copyright © 1998, T. Allen Strange. ALL Rights Reserved
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This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without
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the written permission of the author. This story may be freely
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distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted
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by writing tallenstrange@mrdouble.com.
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WARNING!! THIS STORY DEPICTS SEXUAL INTERCOURSE
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BETWEEN AN ADULT AND A MINOR CHILD!! THE STORY IS
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ABOUT INCEST! IF THIS TYPE OF STORY OFFENDS YOU, THEN
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**READ NO FURTHER!!!**
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THIS MATERIAL IS NOT INTENDED FOR CHILDREN OR
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ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN (18) YEARS OF AGE!!
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ALL PLACES, EVENTS, AND PERSONS DEPICTED IN THE STORY
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ARE FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANY PERSONS,
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ALIVE OR DEAD, ARE COINCIDENCE, SELF-INDUCED
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DELUSION, AN OVER-ACTIVE IMAGINATION, OR WISHFUL THINKING!!
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ANY PERSONS **STILL** READING THIS STORY HAVE NO
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OBJECTIONS COMING TO THEM REGARDING THE CONTENTS
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OF THE SAME.
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m/f, mm/f, M/f, Mm/f, MF/f, m/F, con, non-con, S&M, B&D
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HOUSE OF SECRETS
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By
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T. Allen Strange
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CHAPTER FIVE
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It had been only three days since his last visit and Thomas
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hadn't planned on going to Pogo's today. It just sort of
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happened that way. He and Randy and Danny walker had spent the
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entire day riding bikes and doing everything they could think up
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to entertain themselves.
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As morning turned to late afternoon he'd had enough. They
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had ridden together as far as Steve's house and Thomas left his
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two companions. Since Steve lived near the little store he
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decided to spend some of his precious money on a soda. He
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didn't ask them to come along because he knew they'd ask him to
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buy them a soft-drink as well. This time when he entered the
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store Mr. Anderson was clearly visible.
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Thomas walked to the far side where the cold beverages were
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and got a bottle of Big Red, then proceeded to the check-out
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counter where a smiling Mr. Anderson greeted him.
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"Good afternoon Master Thomas. I trust you are well?"
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"Hi Mr. Anderson. I'm okay. How about you?"
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"I'm old. Anytime I can get out of bed I'm doing well," he
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grinned taking the dollar bill Thomas slid across the counter
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top. When he returned with the change he plopped down a stack
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of five Polaroids with it.
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"Here's a few photos I took of Sherry. Look them over. I
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think you'll agree she's a pretty little girl," he said.
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Thomas took the photographs and examined them. He realized
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they must have been taken the same day he'd picked up his film
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pack because she was still wearing the same blue and white dress
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and blue barrettes.
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It was taken outdoors, as it turned out they all were. She
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was standing in a well manicured lawn with a the back of a smart
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white frame house as a backdrop. Thomas decided it must be the
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Anderson's place. Sherry was facing the camera with that big,
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dimpled smile he liked so much. The next two were pretty much
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the same. In the forth she was climbing a tree. Anderson had
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gotten beneath her enough that the camera was looking up her
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dress. He couldn't help but notice she was wearing the pink
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panties he'd seen Mr. Anderson trying to hide, complete with the
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same white lace trim.
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It was the last photograph that surprised him. This photo
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was also taken outdoors but the house backdrop was gone,
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replaced by a weathered, reddish-brown structure, probably a
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barn. Sherry stood, hands on hips, beaming happily at the
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camera clad only in the pink panty and barrettes. Even her feet
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were bare.
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Thomas's trance was broken as Anderson's gnarled hand covered
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the pictures and pulled them away.
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"I believe it's your turn, my friend. Here, you can keep
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this one," he said sliding the first photo he'd looked at toward
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him.
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Thomas glanced up. The old man's face was a mask, showing
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nothing. He took the photo and studied the girl again. He
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wanted the last one but knew without asking that Anderson would
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not let him have it. Not yet anyway. And at that instant he
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made a decision.
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"I'll need another film pack," he said.
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......................................
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Two days later he was back. Several customers were inside so
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he flipped through Spiderman and Wonder Woman until he was the
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only one left. Then he wandered over carrying the two comics with
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him.
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Anderson took his money and rang them up without comment.
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"Anything else I can get you?" he asked handing him the
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receipt.
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Thomas plopped five polaroids on the counter top. Anderson
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looked at him quizzically, an uncertain half-smile tugging at
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the corners of his mouth. He picked up the stack with hands
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that trembled slightly. The photos were of Heather, taken in
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the little clearing of their "secret place". Thomas made sure
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she had on a dress and pink panties. As with Sherry, the first
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three were just of her smiling at the camera.
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In the forth photograph however, he'd had to improvise.
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Their hideout had no trees large enough for him to stand under
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while she climbed over his head, so he had her hike up her dress
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and put one leg up on a small, low-hanging limb like she was
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climbing while he sat on the ground behind her. The end result
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was even better than the one Anderson took.
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By the time Mr. Anderson got to the fifth picture his hands
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were shaking. There she was, hands on hips, wearing only her
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panties and a gorgeous smile.
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Thomas watched him nearly drool as his eyes roamed over the
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image, lingering on the little buds of her tiny budding breasts,
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burning holes into the photo. Then, in one quick motion, Thomas
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retrieved them from his shaking hands before Anderson even had
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time to protest.
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"Here," Thomas said tossing the first photo to him, "you can
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have this one." He turned away and started for the door.
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"Wait just a second," Anderson wheezed.
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Thomas stopped and turned back, raising an eyebrow curiously.
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Anderson smiled, and licked his suddenly dry lips.
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"How did you get her to..."
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Anderson seemed to grope for words. A sheen of perspiration
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glistened on his balding forehead and he swabbed at it nervously
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with a handkerchief.
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"....to pose like that?" he finished lamely.
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"Oh, she'll do just about anything for me," he replied
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vaguely.
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"Do you think she'd... uh... pose for me too?" Anderson was
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still licking his lips and watching him closely.
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"No. If anyone else even suggested it, she'd go screaming to
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our parents." Thomas wasn't lying about either statement.
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Anderson seemed to know that as well.
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"Wouldn't you get in trouble too?"
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Thomas understood that the old man was trying to work his way
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into a position of whereupon he might have some influence over
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him. He'd already planned for it.
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"Yeah, but at least I wouldn't go to jail," he countered
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simply and truthfully.
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Anderson's hard stare slowly turned to a grudging smile of
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respect.
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"But you can get her to pose for you anyway you want?" Then,
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without waiting for an answer he gushed, "Perhaps we could work
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something out?"
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Thomas shrugged. He was in the drivers seat now and he
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wanted to head this bus in a direction that would allow him to
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park it in a pretty little brown-haired girls honey-hole! But
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he didn't want Anderson wise yet.
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"Maybe we could trade...?" Anderson suggested when he didn't
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answer.
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"Maybe you should bring me some more pictures of Sherry.
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I'll duplicate with Heather any picture you bring me. You sign
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yours and I'll sign mine. Even up trades. When I can afford
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the film," he added quickly.
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Anderson pondered a moment, all the while studying Thomas.
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After a few more seconds of silent deliberation he smiled.
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"It's a deal! How soon do you want to do this?" Anderson
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seemed genuinely excited.
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"How soon can you bring me some samples?"
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The old man looked around the empty store as though someone
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might be lingering nearby, then motioned to him.
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"Come around here," he said indicating the narrow entrance.
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Thomas moved behind the counter where the old man produced an
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envelope with another five photos. Thomas took them and propped
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his elbows on the counter to study them.
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The first was a mate to the one at the barn, except Sherry's
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panties were pulled down to her knees.
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The second: panties completely gone, back to camera. Thomas
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saw her bottom was nicely rounded and he wondered if old man
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Anderson had forced his meat up her tight little butt yet.
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The third: Sherry was bent over looking back at the camera
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between her spread legs. Thomas smiled at the similarity
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between this photo, and the one he'd taken of Heather that first
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day.
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The forth: Sherry leaning against the barn facing the camera
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with her legs parted.
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It was the fifth photograph that took his breath away. They
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were not at the barn. It was obviously taken inside the house.
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Sherry was on an ornate sofa squatting on her toes, knees
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splayed wide open exposing the little button of her clitoris.
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Her broad, dimpled smile was captivating as she proudly exposed
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herself. His eyes lingered on her sex. Her pubic mound was
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redder than in the other pictures. Her little button looked
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slightly swollen and definitely a little redder than normal,
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certainly much more so than in the other pictures. He knew from
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the photos and what he knew of Heather, that Anderson had taken
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this last photo after giving her little sex-button a workout and
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wondered about it. He felt another flash of envy, then pushed
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it aside.
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"Well?" Anderson asked softly, scarcely breathing.
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"No problem," he replied. "I'll take care of it soon. I
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don't have enough film now."
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Anderson produced another film pack and handed it to him.
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"It's on me," he said. "You can have these as soon as you
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bring your set."
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"Great. If things work out... who knows? Maybe I could get
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Heather to...."
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Thomas deliberately let his words trail off to entice him.
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"To what?"
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Anderson looked like he was about to explode.
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Thomas smiled, pocketing the film pack as he turned and
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walked to the door.
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"Well, let's just wait and see before I make any promises. I
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wouldn't want to say anything before I see the kind of pictures
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I'll have to work with." He left the store before Anderson
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could ask any more questions. Thomas wanted him curious and
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anxious for more. He needn't have worried.
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