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The bright spring sunlight warmed him as he sat on
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the cobblestones of Monument Square, his back up against
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the pedestal on which Longfellow's statue rested. It was
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almost noon, soon the office workers would be teeming
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into the square with their lunches, along with tourists
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taking in the sights of Maine's largest city.
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He took the three bent playing cards from his shirt
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pocket and placed them down on the cobblestones. Then he
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closed his eyes and searched.
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He sent his mind forth to touch and probe the idle
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thoughts of the people starting to fill the square. It
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wasn't long until he found them.
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They were transparent to him, their thoughts strong,
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rough, colored by ignorance and prejudice. They were not
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from the city, they were lumberjacks, down in Portland
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for a day of drinking and trouble.
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Perfect.
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Come to me, he beckoned, come to me.
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They did.
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"Hey, whata ya doin'?" The biggest one
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asked, his beer gut exposed by his too small motorcycle
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T-shirt. "That some kinda game?"
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"Yeah, yeah it is." The red haired one answered.
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"Don't you 'member, Billy? We saw it when we took that
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load a' lumber down to New Yawk City. Them nigras were
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playin' it. Sumthin' three card, three card..."
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He looked up at them. "It's called three card monte.
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It's a betting game."
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He let the bait tangle.
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"Yeah, now I 'member it..." Billy said, pausing to
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take a swig of the beer he held wrapped in a paper bag.
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"How you play?"
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"It's easy. I have three cards, two black aces and a
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red queen. The queen of hearts. See? Now I turn them over
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and shuffle them around. All you have to do to win is to
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follow the red queen." He stopped shuffling. "Where is
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it?"
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They stared at the cards for a moment.
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"I think it's the one in the middle." Red said after
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a moment.
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He flipped the card. It was the queen of hearts.
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"You win."
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"Fuck! This is easy!" Billy laughed.
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"Yeah, meybe." added Red, his eyes narrowing. "But
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how do ya bet?"
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"You may bet any amount of money you want. And if you
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win, I'll pay you double."
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"Double?"
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"Yes."
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Billy fished around in the pockets of his greasy
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jeans.
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"Here's twenty. Let's go."
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He started to shuffle. "Ace, ace, queen. Keep your
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eye on the lady, sir, and win forty dollars." He stopped
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tossing the cards. "Pick."
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Billy peered at the cards.
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"That one, on the left."
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It was the ace of spades.
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"You lose." He said, picking up the twenty and
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pocketing it in one deft motion. "Would you like to try
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again?"
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Billy shook his head but Red was game.
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"Damn, Billy, you jest too fuckin' slow, man." Red
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taunted as he threw down a twenty and a ten. "You ain't
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foolin' me buddy. Do it."
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He tossed the cards again.
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"Pick."
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Red took his time.
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"It's...ah...ah...the middle one. The center one."
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He turned it over with a flick of his finger. Ace of
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clubs.
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"It's a trick." Billy snarled. "It's a trick, It's a
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fuckin' trick just like I told ya, Red."
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"There's no trick." He said evenly.
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Red looked around quickly then squatted down in front
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of him.
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"Lemmee tell you something, you little fuck, I think
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Billy's right, there's a trick here someways." Red spat,
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a thin trickle of tobacco juice running out of the corner
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of his mouth into his unkempt beard. "So I'll tell you
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what, you're gonna do it one more time. Fifty dollars,
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double or nuthin'. And you, smart ass, you throw them
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cards once. Just once." Red raised a gnarled fist in
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front of his face. "Or else..."
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Billy leaned down over him. "Or else we'll fuck you
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up."
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He looked from Billy to Red and back again.
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"Fine."
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"Good." Red replied, throwing down a wad of cash.
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"Deal."
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He placed the cards into their positions then slowly,
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ever so slowly, moved them once. As he did, his mind
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swiftly etched the picture he wanted them to see. He held
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it until both of the men looked up and into his eyes.
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Then he sent it forth, burning it into them.
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"All right, gentlemen..." He said with the faintest
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of smiles. "Choose."
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Red peered at the cards.
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"Center again, center!"
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"Turn the card."
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Red did so. It was the ace of spades.
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He swept up the money quickly, knowing, with these
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men, what would come next.
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"Fuck it, Red!" Billy growled as Red continued to
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stare at the card. "Let's just take the little bastard
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someplace and kick the shit out of him! Teach him a
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lesson."
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He had Red's measure already and he would make him
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the voice of reason. No, he whispered into Red. No,
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you're in a public place, you don't want any trouble.
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You're far from home, far from home, far from home...
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Red looked up from the cards and stared at him, his
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eyes widening. Then he broke off.
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"No, Billy, no. let's just leave it, man. Let's go."
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"What? No! Let me fuck him up! I want my goddam
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money!"
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Far from home, far from home, far from home...
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Red grabbed Billy's arm and started to pull him away.
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"I said let's go! I just wanna go. I hate this
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fuckin' city anyways, we shoulda never come down here."
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They were three paces away when Billy snatched the
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card that Red still held in his free hand, crumpled it up
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and threw it at him.
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"Don't you ever let me catch you upcountry, you
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cheatin' little fuck, cause I'll kill you." The card
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landed in his lap and as he watched the men disappear
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into the crowd he unfolded it.
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Queen of hearts.
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He waited for a moment to make sure that his two
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marks were clear of the square then stood and stretched,
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letting the sunlight warm his stiff legs. Which bank to
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use today, he wondered. It was getting too late to use
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one of the small branch offices in the suburbs. So today
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he would have to make a break with tradition and
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patronize one of the bank headquarters that ringed
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Monument Square.
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The glass doors of the Northern Bank made a soft
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whoosh sound as they opened, the result of the climate
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controlled atmosphere meeting the air from the outside.
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He stood quietly in the lobby, letting other customers
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pass in front of him to join the various lines. And he
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searched.
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He projected himself forward, gently touching the
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thoughts of the busy tellers, first one then another. Who
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was concentrating? Who was preoccupied? Who
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was...ah...yes...
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She was in the second cage from the wall, near the
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bank's large bay windows. He moved a few steps closer
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and watched.
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A square of sunlight framed her, the loose strands of
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blond hair from the bun atop her head creating a frizzy
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halo effect. Her face was pretty but ill served by her
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severe hairstyle. Her conservative business suit
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performed the same function, hiding her trim, petite body
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from the world under a layer of brown serge.
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As he watched, he probed her thoughts. Past her
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shyness, past a vague loneliness and uncertainty about
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the future, until he found what he knew would be there.
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The richness of her fantasy made him smile, its brutality
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and passion made him blush. Every player, every detail in
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it had been lovingly thought out.
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As he joined the line in front of her window he eased
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it from her. While he waited, he enhanced it, making it
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more vivid and real than life itself.
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The elderly woman in front of him took a long time
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with her business but had now finished. He stepped
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forward.
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"May I help you?"
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"Yes." He replied, looking up at her as he pulled the
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crumpled bills from his pocket. "I've got a hundred
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dollars here and I need some change."
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She counted the money."What denominations?"
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"Uh...ten tens, please."
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Her hand was reaching into the cash drawer when he
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forcefully returned the fantasy to her. She gasped, a
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tiny intimate sound shared only by the two of them.
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Trembling, she brought up a pile of bills and began
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to count. "Ten... twenty...thirty..."
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...she was moisturizing herself in the steam from the
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shower, languidly gliding her hands over her smoothly
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shaven legs when he grabbed her from behind.
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"Not a word." The man said, his hand firmly clamped
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over her mouth.
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"Not a sound. Understand?"
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She nodded her assent, her heart pounding like a
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triphammer when she saw his reflection in the bathroom
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mirror.
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"Mark...?"
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He pulled away her towel. "Yeah, that's right."
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"Why are...why..."
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He brought his hands around to her breasts, kneading
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them, rubbing his knuckles against her nipples until they
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stood erect.
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"I've seen you watching me. I know you stand behind
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the curtains and watch me work out." He took her nipples
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and gave them a long, slow pull. "Time we got to know one
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another better."
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She shuddered. It was true. she did watch him working
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out with free weights in the common yard their apartments
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shared. He pulled her nipples again and she moaned
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despite herself and pressed her back up against him.
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Another pull. "You like that, don't you, baby?"
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"I...I..."
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"Spread your legs."
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She did as she was told, her feet cool on the tile
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floor. He buried his face in her neck kissing and licking
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while his hand traveled down her front. He let it fall
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slowly from the cleft between her small firm breasts,
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down her smooth, slightly rounded belly until it came to
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rest on her blond bush. He rubbed her therewith the heel
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of his hand for an instant then suddenly opened her up,
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pressing his heavy thumb up to her clit which he slowly
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began to rub back and forth.
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She moaned as the moisture began poring out of her,
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betraying her.
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"You're not going to call the cops, are you?
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"Uh...uh..."
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He increased the pressure with his thumb. "Are you?"
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"No!" she gasped. "No..."
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"Good." he replied, burying his face in her hair and
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pressing harder still. "And you'll do exactly what I
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tell you, right?"
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Her hips quivered uncontrollably as she ground
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herself back and forth on his hand. "Yes, yes, yes..."
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He held her tightly from behind. "Yeah, baby. Do your
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nasty dance for me. C'mon..."
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She was bucking now, grunting and heaving on the
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brink of climax when he pulled his hand away from her
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clit and inserted his middle finger into her.
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"I'm gonna give it to you, baby. But not yet. You
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need to be warmed up first." He pulled his slick finger
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out of her and brought it up to her mouth. "Lick it
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clean."
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She hesitated, caught between sensation and fear, He
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responded with a sharp slap across her ass.
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"Do it."
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He forced his finger into her mouth and the
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suddenness of the slap made her receive it. She
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understood what he wanted now and gave it to him, running
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her tongue around it, sucking and licking her juices from
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it.
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"See? You know what I mean. Good girl."
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He twisted her right hand behind her back and pushed
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her forward out of the bathroom into the dark bedroom.
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She stumbled on a pile of clothes there and he used her
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forward momentum to throw her on the bed. Whipping off
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his belt, he then pulled her back up into a sitting
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postion in front of him.
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"Cross your hands in front of you."
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She obeyed instantly. He looped her hands in the
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belt, drew it taut then laid her back across the bed,
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tying the free end of the belt to the brass headboard. He
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stared at her for a moment, then deliberately started to
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take off his clothes, teasing her with his slowness.
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Finally he was upon her, his hard cock barely
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inserted into her wetness, teasing but not taking. He
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brought himself upright between her legs, rubbing his
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cock head against her swollen clit.
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"Say it."
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The excitement and want made her strain against the
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belt.
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"What... say what?"
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He slapped his cock against her clit.
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"Say fuck me."
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"Ah...uh...fuck me."
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Slap. "Again."
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"Fuck me." she replied, more urgently this time.
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Slap. "Say please."
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"Please fuck me."
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Slap. "Louder."
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"Please fuck me!"
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Slap. "Now beg with your pussy."
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She did, moving her hips frantically in an effort to
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get at his cock.
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"Please fuck me, please, please!" she pleaded.
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"Now...hard...please...."
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He entered her abruptly and fully, pushing her legs
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back towards her shoulders. She started to shriek as he
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took her, setting a hard and fast rhythm and as their
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bodies collided violently he released her hands. She met
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his thrusts with her own, her nails scoring his back as
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he pounded into her, the small rivulets of blood mingling
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with their fuck sweat and coating them both.
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She was beyond any manner of control now, her back
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arched, legs spread, head thrashing from side to side
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with the sheer animal pleasure of it.
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"Yes!" she screamed, beating her fists into his sides
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as he plunged in and out of her. "Yes!...Yes!...Yes!...Yes!..."
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" ...eighty...ninty...one hundred." She finished unsteadily.
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He took the pile of hundred dollar bills and tucked
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them into his pants pocket.
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"Thank you."
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"Huh? Oh...uh...you're welcome. Have a nice day."
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The sun was starting its descending arc towards
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twilight as he trudged up Congress Street toward home. At
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the top of the hill he stopped at a mailbox, fishing
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around in his pockets for the envelope he'd prepared
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before he left home.
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It was addressed to the Society for the Prevention of
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Cruelity to Animals. Counting out nine hundred dollars,
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he stuffed the money into the envelope, licked it and
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dropped it into the box.
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It had been a challenge when he started but now this
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would be the last time. It was merely child's play now.
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Besides, his father was right. When you're almost
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fourteen years old, it's time to put aside children's
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games and prepare to take on the business of men.
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