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my Mom and Dad. I'm sure that I would never get away with it, anyway.' |
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'Doesn't look as if Tom's getting away with it.' |
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She laughed. 'He's in trouble, all right. But I'm sure glad he isn't weird anymore. Do you think it was just washing off the black water? That cured him?' |
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'It sure looks that way.' |
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'Yeah. I guess that's a good thing to know.' Leaving her underpants on, she stepped to her dresser. The panties looked damp and clinging. The backs of her legs had blotches of a faint reddish hue from the bath water. |
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'Do the burns hurt?' Denise asked. |
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'Kind of like a little sunburn?' |
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'You got a lot more on you than I did,' the girl said. 'Should I put on my nightie, or what?' |
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'Might as well. I don't think we'll be going out.' |
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She pulled open the top drawer, took out a pink nightgown and fresh panties, and looked past Denise as Tom came into the room. Her eyes went wide. Denise whirled around. Some neatly folded towels were pressed to Tom's side. His other hand was full with the fireplace poker, hammer and knife. 'Don't worry,' he said. 'I just thought we'd better keep this stuff with us.' He stepped toward Kara. 'Do your parents have any guns?' |
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'No. Dad doesn't like them.' She put on her nightgown. |
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Kara pulled a towel out from under his arm. Tom |
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