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Hello folks! This is the second chapter in the Controlling Jenniferseries. This story is (c) 1993 by Daniel Reinker, and while youcan go ahead and distribute it, please keep this header on itso everyone knows I wrote it. Thanks! Enjoy.
CONTROLLING JENNIFER II: LESSONS IN OBEDIENCE
The phone rang, and Jennifer jumped. Darlene, her roommate, gaveher an annoyed look and picked up the phone. "Hello? Yeah, this is Darlene.Huh? Oh, sure...I have it right here." Flashing Jennifer another annoyedlook, she picked up her math assignment sheet and started to read anassignment from it. Jenny hugged her pillow close to her, listening to the phoneconversation and trying to take refuge in its relative normalcy. It wasn'thim. Thank god it wasn't him. She pressed her cheek into the soft fabric ofthe pillow, and held it tightly. Her eyes stared to the side, her mindfighting once again to deny what had happened to her before. It seemedlike a dream now, but Jennifer knew it had not been a dream. She couldnot wake up from this nightmare. She heard the click as Darlene hung up, and heard her roommatestand. She didn't look, but she knew the expression that was on Darlene'sface; it was Darlene's exasperation look, with her eyebrows jagged andher lips pursed together tightly. Jennifer had been seeing Darlene'sexasperation look quite a bit lately. "You want to tell me what the hell is going on, Jennifer?" Darlenesnapped. "I can see being startled by the phone, once, maybe twice, butEVERY FUCKING TIME? What's gotten into you? You're so jumpy lately... andyou won't tell me why! What's wrong, Jennifer?" Jennifer was silent for a moment. Once again, she was tempted tojust blurt out the whole story, about Mark, about his powers, what he haddone to her. And once again, she stopped herself. For one, she didn't wantto draw anyone into this beside herself. And for another...who wouldbelieve her? Jenny barely believed it herself. "Nothing's wrong." she mumbled. "What?!? The hell, nothing's wrong! You've completely weirded out onme, Jen! You stay in the room all day, moping around, staring into space.You won't answer the phone anymore, and it seems to scare you to deathwhenever it rings...you won't talk to anyone, you don't go out anymore...youcan't tell me nothings wrong. Give me some credit, Jennifer!" Jennifer spoke, squeezing the pillow even tighter. "You couldn't helpanyway." Darlene's voice softened, and she spoke with concern now. "Won't youlet me try, Jenny? I'm worried about you! I know somethings wrong...butyou won't tell me. C'mon...talk to me. Maybe I'll surprise you." Darlene'svoice hesitated, waiting, but Jennifer stayed silent. Finally, she heardDarlene sigh and move back to her desk. The scraping of Darlene's pencilresumed. Jennifer dropped her pillow and slipped on her slippers to walk tothe bathroom. She seemed to do this a lot now, telling herself that shewas leaving to give Darlene a break from her constant moping. But it wasmore to give herself a place to think. She would close herself in one ofthe stalls, and sit on the seat, hugging her legs to herself and thinking ofwhat had happened to her. She stared at the gray of the stall door. She had been mind-raped.This term had come to her that first day, and it had stuck in her head.Mind-rape. It wasn't like real rape, for it offered no chance of resistance.It made her degrade herself willingly, only letting her loose to regret heractions after the fact. It seemed worse than actual rape, because inactual rape you were obviously the victim. In what Mark had done to her,her role was blurred, even to herself. She kept telling herself over andover that she could have prevented his control. She could have fought itharder than she had, and maybe opposed it. It was as much her fault fornot resisting enough, and this was the worst part of it. After That Day, she had been scared to even go to class, for fear shemight see him again. She hadn't been able to talk to Jacob since, or evenhis roommate Kurt, fearing what she had become in their mind's eye. Awanton slut. That's probably what they saw her as. Most of all, she feared when it would end. Would she ever have herown life? Or would Mark make her his slave forever? Would she ever befree? This is what scared her most of all. That her role was set...asMark's slave, for all eternity. Jenny's butt hurt, and she realized she had been sitting in the stallfor quite awhile. She stood, letting the blood circulate back into her rearend, and flushed the toilet, to make it seem like she had actually beenusing the bathroom. Amy, the girl from down the hall, was brushing her teeth. "Hi,Jenny!" she grinned at the mirror, her teeth covered with suds. Jennyforced a weak smile in response, and padded back to her room. As she walked in, Darlene was on the phone. "It's for you, Jennifer."Darlene said, offering the phone. Jennifer stared at the phone. It seemed suddenly malevolent, and shepulled back from it. "Tell him I'm not home." she whispered. "I already said you were home." insisted Darlene. "Come on, Jennifer.Stop acting like an idiot and take the phone." Jennifer reluctantly touched the phone, then hesitated, watchingDarlene's face contort in exasperation. Slowly, summoning her nerve,Jennifer let her hand wind around the handle, and lifted it to her ear. "Hello?" she whispered weakly. "Hello, Jennifer." Mark's voice said back. His voice was bright andcheery, and Jennifer almost dropped the phone in shock. But she could not.Her hand was frozen onto it. "You..." was all she could say. "Yes. Mark, remember? I hope you enjoyed your last lesson inobedience, Jennifer. And I hope you've learned from it. I don't want to haveto teach you again." "What do you want?" Jennifer rasped, her voice catching. Darlenelooked up in concern. "First of all, I want you to calm down. We wouldn't want yourroommate to find out about our special arrangement, now would it? Afterall, the deal was only for you, remember, Jenny? We never said anythingabout your roommate, and I would rather not have to take control of her,too. Neither of us wants me to have to do that, am I right?" Jennifer forced her voice to be more firm. "Yes. You're right." Withgreat effort and more self-control than she knew she possessed, Jenniferflashed Darlene a smile. "Chill, Darlene...everything's fine, it's a friend ofmine from class." Darlene smiled back, relaxed, and continued working onher math. Mark laughed. "Very good, Jenny! I think we'll have a good time, youand I. I suppose you're wondering why I called. Well, I wanted to requestyour presence at dinner tomorrow. I'm going out to La Rochelles....its asnooty french restaurant...and I want you to accompany me. Shall we say,oh...sevenish?" He actually paused, and Jennifer was swept away in the wholesurrealness of the situation. He sounded like he was actually asking heron a date! Over the week since she had first seen Mark, his image hadgrown in her mind, until it seemed like he was the devil himself. The wayhe asked her out, as if she actually had a choice, took her completelyaback. It was so at odds with her image of him. "Jennifer?" he asked. "You ask me like I actually have a choice." she murmured, quietlyenough that Darlene couldn't hear her. Mark's response was cheery. "Well, you do have a choice. You cancome of your own free will, or I can make you come. Not much of a choice,I admit..." he let his voice drift away. "Well, then, I guess seven it is." she said, her voice dripping sarcasm.She was surprised at how easy it was to talk with Mark. At how easy itwas to let her anger at him overshadow her fear of him. He was a human,just like her...just with the power to control. It didn't make him perfect;it didn't make him any better than her. Jenny's intimidation started to fade. "I'll pick you up in front of your dorm at seven then, ok? Andnaturally you will dress to please me. You are a beautiful young lady, MissCailly. Impress me." And before she could answer, the phone clicked, andshe was left hearing the steady hum of the dial tone. "Goodbye." she said, to keep up appearances, and passed the phone toDarlene. Darlene looked at her with open curiousity, which Jennystudiously pretended not to notice. Finally, Darlene had to speak. "Well?Who was that?" "A guy in one of my classes." Jenny said vaguely. Darlene's face split into a grin. "Really? Is he after you?" Jennifer suppressed her urge to shudder. Nevertheless, a shiver wentdown her spine. "You could say so." she said. "Wow! Are you after him?" A long empty pause as Jenny tried to decide how to answer, trying tofigure out how to put Darlene off without making her even more curious.Finally, the silence, seemed to answer Darlene. She held up her hand. "Oh,sorry, I know, I'm being nosy. Just don't get a boyfriend without tellingme, ok, Jen?" Jen nodded, and Darlene contentedly returned to her math. For the rest of the evening, Jenny found she couldn't concentrate. Shekept wondering to herself what would happen the next day. What wouldshe be forced to do? Her mind jumped from one erotic image to the next,each one more degrading than the next. Maybe he would make her stripdown right there, in front of the restaurant. It was a possibility. Maybe hewould make her have sex with all the men in the restaurant, one at atime, until she lay naked, sprawled on the floor as they stood around her,a toy for their amusement. The worst part of it was that she realized some of it fascinated her.She would catch herself playing with an image in her head, over and over,replaying it and replaying it, until her vagina started to get wet. Usuallythen she caught herself, while her mind screamed at her to stop, to stopthinking about such things, lest it weaken her resolve against his control. Finally, worried and confused, she fell asleep. The next day was even worse. She tried to plunge herself into herstudies, but she couldn't concentrate on anything. Her attention span wasgone and she didn't get much of anything out of her classes. By then, hermind had moved on from imagining what he would do to her to trying tofigure out a way out of his control. She spent almost two and a half hourstrying to decide what to wear. If she disappointed him too much, he wouldget mad and make her do worse things. On the other hand, if she looked toogood, he might get too turned on and again make her do worse things. Allthe while, she was mad that she was doting so much on him; it was farmore than he deserved. Her final compromise was to wear a modest prettygreen dress with a lot of underwear. She emptied out her underweardrawer, putting on anything that could go on without looking too strange.If he was going to make her disrobe, she wasn't going to make it easy onhim. Seven o'clock started to approach, and she felt sick. Jennifer'sreflection in the mirror was beautiful, and Darlene said over and overagain how gorgeous she was. Jennifer had combed her hair back and tied itwith a green ribbon to match her face. On the whole, she thought shelooked too good; far better than he deserved. It made her sick, that shewas dressing up only to satisfy his taste for the perverse, and not justmorally sick but physically sick. Unfortunately, the paleness of her skincontrasted well with the rich green of the dress and only made her lookmore attractive. Finally, it came to be seven, and Jennifer composed herself andwalked down to the lobby. Her fingernails were bitten down; it was ahabit she had when she was nervous, and she was very nervous. Until shecame downstairs and saw him waiting for her. It had been a week, and Jennifer had almost forgotten what he lookedlike. Almost. As soon as she entered the lobby she saw his dark italianfeatures and his smug grin. He was waiting near the payphones, dressed ina dark suit and tie. Jennifer would have thought he was handsome undernormal circumstances, but this time she could only see him as a repulsivemonster. "Hi, Jennifer." She froze. He walked over and took her hand. She feltfaint; he radiated smug confidence, along with the subtle scent of somecologne, and when he took her hand, she did not resist. He pressed a kissto the back of her hand, his eyes looking deep into hers, a smirk hoveringon his lips. "You look gorgeous, my lovely slave Jennifer. I am verypleased. I was afraid I would have to teach you another lesson." She still couldn't speak. She hadn't really been prepared to see himagain, and she was too shaken to do anything. He took her hand and led heroutside to where a limo waited. The limo driver opened the door for her,and she dropped onto the seat. Mark slid in next to her, and the driverclosed the door. "You see?" smiled Mark. "Only the best for us." The chauffer settledin the front seat and started the engine. "To La Rochelles, Mr. Wells." Mark commanded, and the driver pulledaway from the curb. Jennifer finally found her voice. "Is he...he's controlled, too?" "Yes, he's under my power at the moment." said Mark. "I thought wecould drive there in style." She felt him plant a soft kiss on her cheek. Shebreathed in slightly, but otherwise didn't react, kept her eyes staringforward. "Only the best for you, my slave." He leaned forward and startedmaking a drink from the bar. Jennifer watched him mix the different liquors together into whatlooked like a martini. The seat was very soft and luxurious, but she wastoo tense to enjoy it. Mark took a sip, and seemed to notice this. "Hey,relax, Jennifer. You're too tense. I don't like to see you tense." His words seemed to come from a distance. "Is that an order?" shemurmured. "No, just a suggestion. You'll have a better time if you just relax.Want something to drink?" he indicated the bar. "I don't drink." Mark smiled. "Good!" he emptied his glass, and set it on the bar. "So,how was your day?" Jenny looked at him to see if he was serious. Once again, the wholesituation was becoming surreally normal. Too much like a real date. Shewas almost too stunned to answer. Outside, the streetlights wereslipping one by one past the car. Distantly, she heard the chauffer put onthe signal, and the limo made a left turn. She gradually focused on Mark's face. It was in shadows, but shecould make out his grin. "How can you ask that?" she finally answered."All day, all I could think of was this." Her voice was frighteninglyneutral to her ears. She sounded dead. He slipped his hand back behind her head and pulled her forward. Shewas too numb to resist, and he brushed his lips against hers. "Good. Aswell it should be, slave." She could smell the alcohol on his breath. The car stopped, and Jennifer realized that they had already reachedthe restaurant. The chauffer had pulled in front, and got out of the car toopen their doors. Mark was on the right side, so he got out first. He tookJenny's hand to lead her out, and she once again felt too lost to resist. They entered the restaurant, leaving the chauffer to take care ofhimself for awhile. The head waiter immediately came forward, a smallwell-dressed gentleman. "Mr. Antonio!" he said in an obsequious frenchaccent. "How good it is to see you again! I have saved you your usualtable." The waiter led the way to a small elegant table on the side of therestaurant. Mark pulled Jennifer along, and she wondered to herself whether hewas trying to impress her with all this fanciness and glitz. It was likedating a movie star, she supposed, only she knew that like her, all theseothers were just under Mark's control. It was his power that made this allpossible. Still, she had to admit she was a little swept away with it all.It was certainly the most impressive first date she had been on. And thusfar, he had been relatively nice and polite, despite his habit of calling her'slave.' He certainly did not seem like the monster she had thought him. Of course, Jenny admitted to herself, she had not resisted yet. Still,her apprehension at being with Mark faded, and she started to relax. She realized that the head waiter had pulled out her chair, and shesat down across from Mark. The head waiter walked off, and Jenniferheard him telling someone to 'take good care of Mr. Antonio.' The restaurant was very elegant, one of those romantic places withlow lights and candles in the middle of the table. A place for lovers. Marklooked at her over the table, his eyes glinting. "So, Miss Cailly, what doyou think so far?" "You seem to have gone to a lot of trouble to impress me." she saidhesitantly, not sure what his reaction would be. He only nodded slightly to her, his eyes dancing in the candlelight."And are you impressed?" "Well, yes." she admitted reluctantly, meeting his eyes. "That is, I'mimpressed with your power." "Good." he said. "You should be." He waved his hand at the restaurant."You see, Jennifer, to be my slave is not such a bad thing. I ask very littlefrom you, and look how much you can receive! Is this life so bad?" As soon as he mentioned what he asked of her, her mind flashed backto when she had been in the park. The man on the bench, his eyes flashingconfusion, shock, and above all, ecstacy. Her fingers slick with sperm, hissperm. Her breasts bared for everyone's appraisal. This was very little?He stole her freedom, he made her an object for some boy's pleasure. "How can you say that?" she burst, louder than she had intended."How can you possibly expect me to exchange my freedom for this? Canyou honestly believe I accept what you ask of me?" Mark's dark eyebrows narrowed. "I would ask you to keep your voicedown, Jenny. I don't want a slave of mine to disrupt the dinners of others.It reflects poorly on me." "What?" asked Jennifer. "How..." "In fact...." interrupted Mark, and his voice was now very stern. "Ithink that if you raise your voice again, you will remove an article ofclothing. Starting now." "What?" asked Jennifer, and then she remembered his power. He hadjust used it on her. She quickly became quiet. "That's better." said Mark. "I'm sorry, Jennifer, but you mustremember who you are yelling at. I am your master. Whether you like it ornot. Please apologize." "I'm sorry." Jennifer said quietly. She inwardly cursed herself formaking him mad. "That's better." He reached under the table and pulled out a bag. "Now,Jennifer, I said before that you were very beautiful, and you are, and I amhappy with how you dressed to please me. However, I am displeased withwhat you wore. You are over-dressed for this situation. Fortunately, Ibrought you an outfit to wear." He indicated the bag. Oh, god, thought Jennifer to herself. He's going to make me change,out here, in public. She realized this with cold certainty. Almost as if he read her mind, Mark said "Oh, don't worry. You can goto the bathroom to change." Jennifer was so relieved she actually smiled.She took the bag from him and got up to head to the bathroom. "Oh." his voice followed her. "Of course, I meant the MEN's bathroom." She turned, shocked. He was casually examining the tablecloth. "And naturally you won't displease me by changing in the stall." Helifted his eyes, and they flashed malevolently at her. Jennifer opened her mouth to argue, but knew by the look in his eyesthat it would do no good. Finally, she turned, and walked to the bathroom. At first she hovered by the door to the woman's bathroom, actinglike she was preparing to go in, but actually looking at the door to themen's bathroom. She held the bag he had given her tightly in her arms, andher stomach rose and fell like a roller coaster. What if a guy was alreadyin there? How long should she wait, before she went in? How long didguys take to pee, anyhow? Then she realized that the longer she waited,the greater the chance that some other man would enter while she waschanging. Finally, she gritted her teeth and pushed through the door. The bathroom was empty, and she exhaled. At least she didn't have toworry about that. She checked the door on the off-chance that it had alock. No such luck. She hesitated only a second, realizing that the longer she took, thegreater the chance of being interrupted. Cautiously, she pushed open thedoor and took a peek outside, to see if anyone was making a beeline to thebathroom. No one. She was safe for awhile. She stood in front of the mirror, and quickly pulled down the zipperto her dress. As she stepped out of it, she remembered how muchunderwear she wore underneath it. Another quick peek out the door; noone. "Come on, Jenny, get on with it before you get caught." she muttered.She kept her shoes on; they wouldn't get in the way too much. She reachedinto the bag and looked at what she had been provided with. Her heartsank. The black leather skirt was very short, the panties very slim, andshe couldn't find a bra. The silk blouse was fairly sheer; her nipples wouldbe very visible through them. "What a sleaze." she said, but at least it wasbetter than nothing. She started to pull of her various undergarments, pulling the slipsover her head. She slipped off the panties (she had worn four pairs),pantyhose and the silk underskirts all at the same time, and felt reallyvulnerable, seeing her black pubic triangle reflected in the mirror. Wasthat someone at the door? Seconds passed, no one entered. Just herimagination. Jenny cursed herself for letting time slip by and pulled onthe tiny panties he had provided her with. They barely covered her rearend, and in the front she had pubic hair protruding from the top of thewaistband. Still it had to do. She pulled on the skirt frantically, almostlosing her balance, and experienced some temporary relief at being moredecent. The skirt was fairly tight, and clung to her rear end. But at leastit covered her. Next she pulled off the various silk tops, and finally unsnapped herbra. She tore at it, trying to get it off, almost getting tangled in it, butfinally, it fell to the floor. Her breasts were free, and she once again feltexposed. And then she heard the door opening. The man who entered looked at least as shocked as she was. His eyesstared at her chest, and she realized what kind of show she was givinghim. She quickly reached down to snag the blouse, only to fumble it awayin her scrambling. The man was quicked to recover. "I think one of us is in the wrongbathroom." he said, in a cultured english accent. He leaned on the counter,and made no move to avert his eyes from Jenny's naked breasts. "Yes, I'm sorry." mumbled Jenny. "Let me finish changing, and I'llleave." She was acutely aware at how her breasts jounced around as shebent down to pick up the blouse, and acutely aware of how his brown eyeswere locked onto her brown nipples. "Oh, take your time. It's not often that I see such a beautiful nakedwoman as yourself." Was that meant as a compliment? Jennifer would have taken it moreso if the man's lecherous eyes weren't so frozen on her nipples. At leasthe could see what her face looked like. "You have such lovely breasts. May I....touch them?" Jenny's eyeswidened in shock, and she focused on the man again. He was running hishand over the bathroom counter, slowly, fondling it. His breathing was alittle too quick, and his eyes a little too intense. "No!" she shouted, and then, for some reason, she was compelled toremove her shoe. The man had started to drift closer to her, and now herubbed his hands together in front of him. She frantically pulled the blouse over her head, and over her torso.Looking down, she realized it did little good. The fabric was sheer enoughthat her breasts were still very visible, and she didn't have time to do upthe buttons. Still, it was apparently as decent as she was going to get. "They look so soft...so lovely..." "Go away!" Jennifer pushed aside his advancing hands, and stuffedeverything she could in the bag, including her two shoes. She grabbed thebag and pushed through the man toward the door. As she passed him, shefelt one of his hands brush over her left breast. His palm stroked acrossher nipple in what felt like a burst of electricity that coarsed through herbody. Then she was out the door and making her way toward Mark,buttoning the blouse as she went. Mark apparently had ordered for her. A plate of steaming Escargotwaited for her as she sat down, and Mark was a third of the way finishedwith some chicken dish. He looked up as she approached, and let his eyeswander over her body. "Very nice!" he smiled. She dropped into her seat. "Damn you!" she growled, careful to keepher voice down... after all, she couldn't afford to lose anymore clothes. "Ialmost got raped in there, you know!" He shook his head. "You wouldn't have gotten raped." He stuck aforkful of chicken into his mouth. "He was there, damn it! He wanted to touch my breasts! He wouldhave raped me if I hadn't gotten away!" She said this before she realizedit, louder than she intended, and immediately her fingers were working atthe buttons of the blouse, even as she struggled to control them, and soonthe blouse was unbuttoned. Her hands pulled apart the two sides, and shefelt the air against her breasts. Her hands dropped. "Can you blame him?" asked Mark, admiring her. "You have such lovelybreasts, my slave." And he sipped a glass of wine as Jennifer lay open tohis, and the restaurants, view. She could feel her face hot with shame. Finally, Mark spoke. "Button your blouse, Jenny." She felt her handsreleased from whatever power held them, and she quickly covered herselfagain. Frantically, she looked around, and was relieved to see no oneappeared to have noticed her when she was exposed. She turned back toMark, to see him staring deep into her eyes. She was caught, held, bythose eyes. "There are two lessons you need to learn as my slave, Jennifer. Thefirst is obedience. You are learning this; you performed my bathroominstructions very well, and without complaint. I am pleased. The secondthing is that you need to learn to have faith in me. I am your master,Jennifer, and that means that not only do you serve me, but I amresponsible for you. That means I don't let you get hurt. I don't let menrape you. I don't let you catch diseases or get pregnant. I control, Jenny,situations as well as people." He dropped his eyes, and she felt as if hehad released her from some spell. "That man would never have raped you,not with me around." muttered Mark. He said no more, only worked oneating his chicken. Jennifer watched him eat, and then starting poking at her escargot.It tasted really good, in a rich butter sauce, and she started to eat. Afterawhile, she even stopped caring that her breasts were visible through thesheer blouse. When the waiter came, he seemed to pay very close attention toJennifer's chest, and was very nervous around her. Nothing Jenny could doabout it, so she let him have his view. Mark informed the waiter that theywere done. "Very good, sir. And naturally, that will be on the house." "Naturally." said Mark. "You have given us very good service. I wouldlike to give you an especially good tip." The waiter bowed his head modestly. Mark continued. "You seem to admire the breasts of my slave there,do you not?" Jennifer's eyes widened. The waiter looked at her chest andnodded. "Well," said Mark. "Would you like to feel them? That will be yourtip." The waiter looked a bit taken aback with this offer, but he looked atJennifer's breasts and smiled. "Oh, yes, sir. Thank you." Mark looked at Jennifer. "Jenny, would you...?" Jenny opened hermouth to protest, then thought better of it, looking at the waiter. Why notlet him have his fun? If he's gentle, then I might even enjoy it. She drewin her breath, reached down, unbuttoned her blouse, and opened it. The man pressed his hands onto her chest, his palms aligned with hernipples. His hands were cold, and Jennifer gasped a little to feel theirtouch. Then he started to stroke her, moving his hands in circles over thetips of her nipples, and the electricity she had felt before was repeated ahundred fold. If I enjoy this, I may never be able to resist Mark's controlagain, Jennifer thought, but she couldn't help herself. The waiter strokedher, working her breasts like a sculptor, and she arched her back, pressingthem against his hands. She closed her eyes, letting herself drift into thesensation of the hands teasing and playing with her. Finally, she felt themreluctantly from her, and she opened her eyes, coming back to the realworld. She realized her panties were very wet. "You must be a sculptor." she told the waiter, touching his hand."Thank you." He bowed his head. "It is easy to sculpt what is already beautiful,madam." And he walked off. Mark was looking at her, intrigued. "You enjoyed that." he said.Jennifer blushed and looked down, quickly rebuttoning her blouse. Whenshe peeked up again, Mark was grinning. "Good. Good." he said. Then he tookher by the hand and led her outside to where the limo awaited. They drove back in silence, and Mark released her back to her dorm,once again brushing her lips with his and sending her on her way. Jenniferhad already walked through most of the dorm before she realized she wasstill wearing the sheer blouse. She hadn't noticed if anyone else had beenstaring at her; she thought probably they had been. It was late, but notvery late, and Darlene was probably still up, so Jennifer went instead tothe bathroom, where she closed the door, sat on the seat, and tried tocome to grips with her confusing emotions and desires. To be continued
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