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On Close Examination (Pupil+Teacher)


Gina was already in the classroom handing out the exam papers
when Lewis arrived, apologetic for his lateness, and his
shortness of breath was not improved by his view of his female
colleague’s rear. She had rolled up her blonde hair skilfully
to reveal more of her smooth neck than he had seen before.
From her short dark pleated skirt under a soft black tortoise-necked
woollen top emerged the long black seams of her stockings
which ran smoothly down her calves, ending in little bows
just above the rims of her dark heels. He was turned on immediately.

Glancing around at the twenty-nine boys taking the exam,
he suspected more than one had similar feelings about her,
but unlike him, they couldn't afford to let their minds
wander leisurely up and down her delectable form today.
Not if they wanted to do well.

Lewis was nervous about seeing Gina so soon. The night before,
they had spent an hour on the phone as he finally confessed
to being the author of the illustrated love letters she
had been receiving over the last six weeks. The fact she
had responded with such alacrity to his anonymous overtures,
and the delight in her voice last night, gave him great hope
of a lasting liaison, and thankfully it seemed the feeling
was mutual.

Gina had been genuinely surprised and pleased to discover
Lewis was behind the risque love-notes. Hidden at irregular
intervals in the poetry anthology on her desk, she had been
intrigued and aroused, and she had enjoyed responding
to them in kind, although she had worried too about being
the object of obsession of someone either unstable or simply

Instead, her secret admirer was none other than the very
dishy new maths teacher, whom she had originally suspected
was perhaps not interested in women, since although they
were both similarly aged and single, he had never made the
slightest effort to strike up a conversation. So despite
the occasional moment of dwelling lustfully upon his mouth-watering
body, she had decided not to make any special efforts to
befriend him.

Now he had made clear his great attraction to her, however,
things were different. Lying in bed after his call, she
had reread each note with Lewis in mind, the added pleasure
of imagining his handsome face and deep voice saying such
exciting things provoking her into a sensational self-administered
orgasm. Even then, just before sleep claimed her, she recalled
being rostered with him for the Year 11 History exam the
next morning. A fantasy began to form itself in her drowsing
mind, but only when she woke in daylight, her hands still
between her thighs, did she realise how achievable her
fantasy might be, given a little bit of luck here and there.

As he distributed his share of the exam papers, Lewis was
also recalling the night before. He too had masturbated
himself to sleep after their talk, excited by her enthusiasm.
But this morning, he had suffered anxiety through doubt.
Perhaps she had been humouring him, obtaining a confession
to use against him? He could have sworn she had been so genuinely
pleased and keen to talk further. As usual when uncertain,
he decided to wear work-clothes which were reliable rather
than eye-catching - dark pleated pants, white shirt and
a new tie a few women had remarked upon approvingly.

With the papers distributed and all instructions given,
the exam itself commenced, leaving each teacher to recall
why exam supervision was easily one of the most boring parts
of a teacher's life. The windows here were totally
covered so there could be no distractions from outside,
and invigilators were not allowed to read, talk, mark other
exams, or do anything other than watch students reading
and writing for an hour and a half. While teachers usually
rotated their positions around the room by unspoken agreement,
Lewis preferred to stay seated at the front, the desk behind
him, believing students disliked being distracted by
teachers leaning over their shoulders while they were
trying to concentrate.

Gina began by moving to the back. She was pleased to see Lewis
sit facing the class, since it made the first part of her
erotic scheme so much easier to carry out.

Lewis put on a stern professional face and tried to sweep
the room with his gaze as he was meant to, but Gina was just
too much of a distraction. Her eyes were so instantly welcoming
of him, he felt as though he had been caught in twin spotlights
fuelled by some extraordinary force burning away inside
her. When she blew him a big silent kiss across the bent heads
of the examinees, he smiled. When she ran her tongue lasciviously
over her lips, he raised an eyebrow. But when she turned
side on to him and threw the hem of her short skirt sufficiently
high to allow him a tantalisingly brief glimpse of her lace-topped
stockings, his throat became suddenly dry. What was she
trying to do?

A student's hand was raised in the second row causing
Lewis to switch back abruptly into invigilator mode. He
rose reluctantly, most aware of his semi-hard cock threatening
to embarrass him. After dealing with the question brusquely,
he returned to his seat, relieved to see Gina answering
another boy's question. But all too soon, she was back,
safely behind the students' field of sight. Deliberately,
she began to touch herself.

He watched, fascinated, as her hands slid smoothly from
her shoulders down over the twin mounds on her chest to rest
on the bottom of her pullover before, without warning,
she tugged the edge of the material up to her chin and back
down, giving him a split-second flash of her bare ribcage
and small but perfectly formed breasts encased in exquisite
black lace. He gave a delighted involuntary laugh, turning
it into a cough for the benefit of the examinees, one or two
of whom gave a short glare of annoyance at the unwelcome

Gina gave Lewis a warm, dazzling smile, making his heart
jump again. With a grin, he shook his head subtly in reply,
as if to admonish her for her naughty behaviour.

Just at that moment, the old timer acting as block supervisor
(known as the "block head", in teacher parlance)
strolled in for a routine check that procedures were being
followed. He nodded to the immediately straight-faced
Lewis and made his way slowly to the back, cursorily inspecting
the progress of a few students randomly along the way.

Gina moved close to the supervisor to exchange a few quiet,
unnecessary words about the exam's progress, turning
her back on Lewis as they whispered together. Evidently,
she needed to ask a lengthy question because the supervisor
inclined his head away to offer an ear, and as he did, Gina
subtly drew her hand up her left buttock, dragging the material
up sufficiently to expose her stocking top and most of her
bare cheek to Lewis' delighted gaze. Almost before
he could fully comprehend what he was seeing, she let it
slide back and stepped adroitly to turn the supervisor's
head the other way. She proceeded to expose her other buttock
for a long moment in precisely the same way, as she whispered
into his other ear. She then let the pleats drop smoothly
back into place before he responded. With a final nod, the
block head left, still none the wiser.

Lewis began to perspire. It was obvious she was wearing
either a very tiny G-string beneath her short skirt or else
nothing at all. He uncrossed his legs to give his rigid prick
more space to expand. This woman was a voyeur's dream,
displaying herself to him shamelessly right in front of
her supervisor and twenty-nine horny teenage boys, none
of whom suspected a thing. She was more prepared to take
risks than he had ever imagined.

Now Gina beckoned to him, gesturing he should swap places
with her. Lewis' cock made the decision for him - whatever
she wanted, he would do. He stood up carefully, concealing
his erection with hands casually folded in front of him
before sauntering slowly down an aisle, as Gina made her
way up another at the same pace. When he turned, she was standing
behind his surrendered chair, gazing expectantly in his
direction, looking him up and down.

He suddenly realised how Gina expected him to respond.
He blushed and looked at the ceiling. The risk was so great,
he could scarcely contemplate it. All it would take would
be one kid to turn his head at the wrong moment, and he would
be finished. But Gina had known the risks too. And she had
succeeded. He had no choice.

He turned his back on her and with a trembling hand, unzipped
his fly as slowly and quietly as he possibly could. The room
itself was virtually silent but for pages flipping and
pens scribbling. Slowly he turned back to her, but his erection
had subsided with fear. He tried to coax it sufficiently
out of its home to show her, but it was a difficult task. It
obviously wanted to stay safely hidden.

Gina smiled at Lewis' attempt to expose himself. She
could just see a little pink head poking out of his pants,
but it was not enough to justify her escalating the game
as she intended. He obviously needed encouragement. Scanning
the room again, for a moment all she saw were the tops of heads
towards her. Taking a great chance, she cupped her breasts
and gave each nipple a quick but obvious pinch, giving him
another blown kiss as she did so.

It worked. At the sight of Gina fondling her nipples for
him in front of the whole class, Lewis felt his cock magically
stretching and rising, the zipper teeth skimming the sensitive
skin of the shaft as it emerged into light. Now he felt bolder.
He stood up straight and put his hands on his backside, thrusting
his pelvis out towards her.

Gina felt exhilaration as she stared at what Lewis now offered
her, her cheeks flushing and her breath coming quicker.
Her pussy twitched as she toyed with a sudden desire to march
straight down the aisle, drop to her knees in front of him
and suck deeply on his large lollipop, leaving the rich
red marks of her lips all over it. For so long, she had enjoyed
innumerable orgasms as she imagined seducing a man in this
kind of public situation, and today her fantasy was slowly
unfolding before her. Not only did Lewis have an impressive
cock to play with but he was obviously willing to throw caution
to the wind under her sensual direction. It was definitely
time for the next phase.

Lewis watched Gina emerge from behind the chair. He wasn't
sure if she wanted to swap places this time, but he took the
opportunity to turn away, replacing his engorged equipment
into his shorts with some difficulty. By the time he had
successfully zipped himself up silently, she was next
to him.

Without taking her eyes from the boys for an instant, Gina
held a note she had prepared earlier in front of Lewis'
face. As soon as he took it from her, she stepped away quietly.

He read quickly. "I have a dare for you. When you take
your break, remove your underwear. Bring them back and
leave them at the back of the room where I can see them. And
I hope they're clean."

His mind swam with questions and concerns. What the hell
did she want his boxer shorts for?

As he stared at Gina's superb legs still wandering
slowly up an aisle, the supervisor re-entered to permit
Gina to take her own ten minute break. Lewis hastily folded
the note and shoved it deep in his trouser pocket as Gina
left without even a glance.

The next ten minutes were decidedly uncomfortable for
Lewis. His erection soon sagged without Gina's presence
to sustain his arousal but he was left to ponder what her
lewd mind was concocting. It worried him.

A little over ten minutes later, Gina returned and it was
Lewis' turn for a break. She gave him a particularly
meaningful stare before he departed, swooping from his
eyes to his groin and back up again. Her challenge was clear.

In the common room, Lewis consumed a quick, much needed
coffee. He then entered his usual cubicle in the men's
room for a final attempt at refuting rationally what he
was about to do. After re-reading Gina's handwritten
note, however, his cock was again calling the shots. He
slipped off his shoes and trousers, removed his favourite
close-fitting silk boxer shorts and redressed, folding
the boxers as compactly as possible before sliding them
into a pocket.

As he walked back to the room where Gina was waiting, he was
intensely aware of his naked cock and balls rubbing pleasurably
against the rougher fabric. He was amazed no one he passed
seemed to notice the swollen bulge under his belt.

When Lewis walked in, Gina was seated at the front, her lovely
legs crossed neatly with her hem resting a seductive distance
above her top knee. The elderly supervisor was standing
on the far side of the room, polishing his spectacles absently.
With a formal nod to Lewis, he left immediately.

In the enforced silence, Gina and Lewis became suddenly
conscious of the erotic web ensnaring them, an instant
mutual understanding they were free to do anything they
wanted with each other, anything at all, as long as the twenty-nine
other occupants of the room were completely oblivious
to it.

Remembering Gina's specific instructions, Lewis
crept self-consciously to the rear of the room, extracted
his boxers and held them up for Gina's benefit. When
she smiled and nodded, he deposited them on a chest-high
bookcase against the back wall. Lying there, they seemed
so brightly coloured, too bright, yellow and red with cartoon
characters all over them, contrasting sharply with the
dull brown tones of the classroom furniture. He trusted
she wasn't planning to leave them there all day - they
would be noticed for sure and he had a nasty feeling they
might even have his name on them somewhere. The stories
their discovery would generate!

Gina continued to smile at him, her thighs still clamped
together as her penetrating gaze rotated between his face,
his crotch and the shorts on the shelf. Lewis felt more exposed
now than when his cock had been sticking straight out for
her and anyone else to see. He had to move away. Very quietly,
he set out along a new row pretending to check desks for evidence
of cheating, but his aroused mind could focus on nothing
but trying to predict Gina's next move. The students
could have had whole textbooks open in front of them for
all he cared now.

Just as he reached the final desk, Gina rose smoothly out
of her chair with the merest whisper of nylon rubbing against
itself and walked past him down another aisle. Was she running
away from him? Or retrieving the boxers? He sat again in
the wooden chair where he could feel the residual warmth
left by her minimally covered bottom seep slowly into his

He made no pretence now of anything other than watching
her every movement. Her legs, her hair, his recollections
of how she looked under her skirt and top, all made his task
very pleasant indeed. She was hot for him and all he wanted
was to lay her down, strip her piece by piece and give her
the greatest, most mind-blowing fuck of all time. She was
worthy of it.

She seemed to take a long long time to reach the back row,
then moved even more slowly along the line of back desks,
looking over each student's shoulder before finally
stepping carefully backwards to the shelf and picking
up his boxers.

Gina had walked slowly on purpose, firstly to heighten
her anticipation, and secondly because she knew he would
be watching her. She felt like a radio station transmitting
her need for sex, sending unmistakable signals only Lewis
could hear. She was an incurable tease, she thought: she
had always loving delaying the gratification of both herself
and her lovers, and today presented her another perfect

She made a show of unfolding his shorts fully, holding them
up high and examining them from all sides with great apparent
interest, stretching the waistband experimentally a
few times. She looked inside, pleased to see a trace of moisture
where his cock-head pressed.

Lewis held his breath and glanced nervously at the door.
If the block head were to stick his head back in now for any
reason, there would be a lot of explaining to do. Yet still
she inspected his shorts inside and out. At last, she seemed
satisfied, giving him another approving nod. Her sly smile
hadn't left her face since picking them up. What would
she do next?

She began by wadding up his shorts. Reaching up under her
skirt and tugging her thong aside, she absorbed some of
her seeping lust-juice before dropping them on the carpet.

Suddenly Lewis noticed a boy in the third row glaring at
him with barely concealed annoyance, waving his hand about.
Bugger it, Lewis thought. Of all the times. He rose and walked
quickly to the problem. Gina stayed still, waiting for
his attention to return to her alone.

"More paper, please, " whispered the blond
boy urgently. Lewis turned and practically rushed to the
front desk to grab a handful of sheets. Bloody History exams,
he thought. I bet this kid won't be the last who needs
it either.

Returning to his chair, a quick scan showed all heads down
for the moment. He fixed his eyes on Gina and waited breathlessly.
What she did next was certainly worth waiting for.

Never once breaking eye-contact with him, Gina simply
reached up under her dark skirt with both hands and smoothly
slid her white satin thong straight down past her knees.
Stepping out of the flimsy garment gracefully, she held
it high between thumb and forefinger for a moment before
allowing it to drop onto Lewis' boxers.

Lewis felt his heart thump and his stomach go hollow. He
had never seen a woman do anything like that before. She
was sauntering around the room now, in and out of the desks,
totally bare to the world under her short skirt. God, she
was so incredibly hot. But now she was going back to the bookcase,
placing something else on top of her abandoned G-string.
Another note!

Gina was thrilled by Lewis' expression: absolute
lust for her was written all over him. It had been a long time
since she had enjoyed being able to generate and sustain
so much excitement in a man. So far, everything had gone
exactly according to her plan, but she was fast running
out of time for the orgasmic finale she had dared imagine
that morning in bed with her fingers at their favourite
work between her thighs.

Lewis watched her stroll up a new aisle, in a state of adrenalin
overload. He couldn't wait to get down the back. But
another student's hand went up for extra paper, then
another. Damn it! Gina's attention was being given
to students on her side of the room so he was forced to be the
paper dispenser. He gave the spare sheets to the students
who sought them, intending to go straight on to where their
jettisoned underwear lay so visibly.

But now more and more hands were being raised. He moved from
desk to desk, unable to get anywhere near the back of the
room. His frustration grew. In desperation, he conceived
a solution. He went back to the front, picked up a big pile
of the spare writing paper and began distributing it to
every desk in the room, whether its occupant requested
it or not. Gina saw what he was doing, and, amused, began
doing the same on her side. Most of the students gave him
puzzled looks, but their concerns were the last things
he cared about now. He simply had to reach the back and read
her note, whatever the cost.

At last, he finished his delivering and strode to the bookcase,
snatching up her still warm silky thong in one hand and the
paper she had left for him in the other.

"Well done, Lewis, " it began. "So far
you have proven yourself worthy. There is only one more
thing I require of you and then I am all yours.

"It is this: I want you to take this little white G-string
and totally drench it here and now with your fresh hot cum.
I want you to soak it with your sperm, to paint it all over
for me. I've dreamt of this for so long. I don't
care how you do it, but I must have it, Lewis. I demand it."

He read and re-read the note, hoping against hope he had
misunderstood, but her desire was crystal clear. He looked
at his watch. There was less than ten minutes to go. She was
walking backwards and forwards slowly at the front, easily
attracting the attention of any boy who happened to finish
early or look up for any other reason. If only they knew how
little separated them from her pretty pussy, he thought.
If only they knew, there would be a room full of erections
pointing straight at her. Maybe that was another of her

But how the hell could he fulfil this one for her? He had a
raging hard-on, but he would have to find a way to masturbate
without anyone seeing. He thought about moving the bookcase
and sitting behind it, unzipping and doing it on the spot,
but he had to be ready to jump up at a second's notice.
It was extremely likely the supervisor would come back
very soon to tell them how he wanted the exam papers collected.

Lewis had another idea. He pushed Gina's slithery
thong down the front of his pants and wrapped it all around
his stiff naked member. It was so silky smooth: every sensation
was bliss. But he knew his cock wouldn't come spontaneously
into it, unfortunately. He would have to assist it. He tried
masturbating himself with one hand outside and then inside
his pants but it was too difficult, and he could see Gina
trying hard not to crack a smile at his efforts. And the clock
was still ticking away.

In desperation, he sat on the bookcase, pulled out the cotton
insert constituting his right hand trouser pocket and
looked at it. Thank god, there was a small hole. He forced
two fingers through it, then three. It proved resistant
but brute force enabled him to ultimately widen it enough
for his hand to pass through sufficiently. Pushing it back
into his pocket, his hand could now find its familiar grip
around his satin-swathed pole without his cock coming
into view at all.

Gina watched every step with extreme interest. She had
never dared imagine meeting a man who would fulfil a fantasy
of hers so unquestioningly. He was making her very hot and
bothered, and the feeling of nakedness around her pussy
was only making her hotter. Now he was really doing it, he
was jerking off that big cock of his inside his pants - and
she was the only one who knew. He's looking at me, she
realised, he's getting off on thinking about fucking
me. Her cheeks flushed brightly and her labia separated
involuntarily as she stared unashamedly at his self-stimulation.

Lewis proceeded to wank himself like he had never wanked
before, the ring of thumb and middle finger jerking up and
down along his sheathed cock like a sewing-machine needle.
He stared at Gina down the front, imagined her naked under
her short skirt, naked all over, bending her over the chair
so he could thrust hard and deep into her from behind, fucking
her, fucking her, fucking her, here it comes, here it comes,
he was COMING...

Just as the supervisor walked in. He went straight to Gina,
while Lewis jumped up, took two giant strides to the nearest
student's desk and pretended to be examining the kid's
work over his shoulder while all the time his cock pumped
and pumped and pumped its hot juice uncontrollably into
Gina's lovely white undies hidden inside his pants.
He bit his lip to prevent all mumble of pleasure as he went
through an overwhelming series of releases. As soon as
the spasms ceased, he stood up, still concealing his bottom
half from Gina and the supervisor, and pretended to notice
the other man's arrival for the first time.

He knew his shirt was visibly soaked front and back with
perspiration, his forehead absolutely awash. Even with
his right hand now jammed in his pocket, he decided to brazen
it out, pulling a tissue from his left pocket and dabbing
at his temple as he made his way to the front once more, passing
Gina at whom he dared not even yet glance.

The supervisor looked at him quizzically.

"Are you alright, Lewis? You look a"

"Sure, I always get a bit warm in here, I guess."
He felt he must look totally guilty, with a big, sticky wet
bulge in his pants. He forced himself to stay calm, adopted
a business-like guise, lifted his wrist to show his watch.

"Must be close to time now, mustn't it?"

The supervisor took the cue, looking at his own watch. "Yes,
I've explained it all to Gina. We need each section
collected separately and they can put their scribble paper
in the bin as they go out. O.K.? I'll leave you to it."

He turned to leave and glanced at Gina, standing near the
rear bookshelf. Lewis, too late, remembered his boxer
shorts lying in the open. Disaster! But the block head kept
walking and when Lewis dared to look, his shorts were nowhere
to be seen. A miracle! Gina must have grabbed them in the
nick of time. But there was no way he could unwrap her thong
from around his still semi-hard cock now. She would just
have to go without for a little while longer.

He prised his right hand out of his pants with difficulty,
checked it was fairly clean and directed the boys to finish
writing, reminding them not to talk until they had left
the exam block. He then set about collecting the three sets
of answer pages in record time, virtually jogging up and
down the aisles, grabbing them away from their authors.
He noticed Gina proceeding more slowly, bending down carefully,
avoiding movements which might raise her hemline by any
distance at all. I bet I know why you're doing that,
he thought smugly.

As soon as Lewis had collected his side's papers, he
dismissed them, not even waiting for the bell to authorise
their departure. Gina allowed her side to follow, a row
at a time. He realised he had forgotten to make them tidy
the room and put their chairs up, but he didn't care,
he needed them gone, the sooner the better.

Finally they were all out and Lewis closed the door and leaned
back against it. Gina came over, put her papers down, and
perched on the nearest desk.

With a grimace and a groan, Lewis inserted his hand down
his pants once more and extricated, with difficulty, her
satin G-string, now sodden with his perspiration and,
more importantly, an impressive amount of his rapidly-drying
semen. Some of his cum had glued his cock to his pants, and
he ouched as he severed them. It was fortunate indeed he
had worn dark pants today.

"Gina, " he gasped. "I have to tell you
- I think you are absolutely the most incredible, beautiful,
sexually attractive, horny woman ..."

She put a finger on his lips and took her stained thong from
his hand to inspect it closely. She was clearly excited.

"You did it, Lewis. You masturbated yourself and
got your come all over it for me. Look how much there is. It's
gone everywhere, " she said in wonder.

Then, before his startled eyes, she raised the soaking
garment to her nostrils and inhaled deeply. Her pink tongue,
long and agile, snaked out to sample a tiny drop of his essence.
He couldn't believe her ability to enthrall him time
and time again. This woman was a sexual demi-god, insatiable.
He had never known anyone like her.

The bell rang, and with the sounds of teachers and students
outside, they knew they would be missed soon if they didn't
deliver their papers.

"Gina, will you just do one thing for me before we go?
One little thing?"

She purred at him. "Anything, Lewis. What exactly
did you have in mind?"

"I'd love you to stay right there and lift your
skirt. I want to give you the best head you’ve ever had."

She regarded him with raised eyebrows, and looked theatrically
around the room for a moment. He dropped to his knees in front
of her. Then, with a seductive pout, she reached down and
lifted the hem directly to her waist.

He stared in amazement between her legs.

"My boxers!"

"Yes, they're a little big but I love the texture.
I might have to get you to buy me some."

She slipped them off, allowing him the briefest glimpse
of her well-manicured blonde pussy before her skirt dropped
and then she was laughing. All of Lewis' tension and
fear seemed to evaporate with it and then he was laughing
too. He rose and they embraced easily and naturally and
kissed hard, with passion, their mouths burning. To think
she had found the nerve to slip them on when he was with the
supervisor at the front, he marvelled. She was one hell
of a daring and creative woman.

She raised her head from his shoulder and they looked into
each other's eyes.

"Do you realise, " she said, "this is
the first time we've ever actually touched?"

He grinned.

"Speaking of touching, I was serious about giving
you the best I’ve got. Could we have dinner tonight, Gina?
If you’re not busy?"

Gina smiled and gave him a very light kiss on the lips.

"Lewis, dinner would be wonderful, and after that,
I’d love to see how good your ‘best’ is.”

He chuckled deeply. They kissed again, both eagerly anticipating
the evening to come.

Having lunch in the yard outside, a circle of students were
sharing complaints about teachers who walked around too
much in exams, inspecting their work over and over.

"Yeah, I hate it when they do that. They should just
leave us alone and forget all about us, I reckon."

"Yeah, what do they think we're gonna get up to
in there anyway?"

"Dunno, mate. But I reckon they do it on purpose. I
mean, there's nothing else for them to do, is there?"

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Ah school days - another good story


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A quality story S192! You obviously have a great talent
and what can only be described as dedication!
Im sure i join many members in eagerly awaiting the next
PS Very sexy photo as well - had to be said!


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you have an amazing talent, please keep the stories comming.


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i haven't read any of your other stories yet but that
was without a doubt the best written erotic story i have
ever read. anais nin herself would have been proud. have
you written anything else or ever been published?


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I know that wasn't the end of this one!


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love how you write

want to read moooooore lol