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“I’ve got to get you home before I lose all my sanity and give in to the urge to imprison you here as a sex slave for my evil desires.” Jesse sighed heavily. “That does sound tempting, but I’m pretty sure that Aunt Will would miss me.” “She probably would,” Piney agreed. “And how could I explain to my son why I’ve got a woman locked up in my bedroom?”

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“Miss Althea?" "I don't blame you, Jesse," she said at last, taking control of her whirling emotions. "I must have…I must have led you astray somehow. But you must never touch me again." Jesse's disappointment was palpable. "Never?" That seemed impossible. To be allowed to know how wonderful it was to feel and smell and taste her and then to never be allowed that again. It was so unfair. Jesse wanted to cry. It was too unfair.”

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