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They probably don't like this. |
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He suddenly wished the girls were gone. As much as he liked Sheila, she had a real prissy streak. She still wouldn't let him get into her pants, even though they'd been going together since summer. She sure wouldn't go along with it if they wanted to mess around with this gal. |
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Cyndi wasn't as big a prude as Sheila. But she was likely to throw a fit if they tried something. Especially Doug. |
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This gal's our captive. She's at our mercy. We could do anything to her. |
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But not with Sheila and Cyndi here. |
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Lou was surprised when he found himself at the top of the stairway. The climb had been a cinch. |
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Cyndi sidestepped by, and led the way to Buddy's bedroom. |
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Maybe she'll be OK, Lou thought. |
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They followed her into the room. She hurried ahead of them and turned on the bathroom light. |
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Looking over his shoulder and changing course for the john, Buddy said, 'We'll put her right in the tub so this stuff doesn't get on anything.' |
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When they reached the tub, Buddy stepped over its side. He lowered her while Doug climbed in with her left leg. Lou leaned over the edge and put her right leg down. |
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'OK,' Buddy said. 'Everybody out.' |
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Doug's mouth fell open. 'Huh?' |
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'Go on downstairs, all of you. Look in the kitchen, |
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