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aThis is the fourth part of the Controlling Jennifer series. This story is(c) 1993 by Daniel Reinker, and while I do not mind it being distributed,I would appreciate it if you would keep this header on it so folks canknow who wrote it.

Controlling Jennifer IV: Learning to Have Faith

The sun was setting. Jennifer's physics lab had run late; it had beenone of those wonderfully stupid labs where they had spent 3 and 1/2hours hitting clay blobs with ball bearings. The whole thing had beenextremely dull, and Jennifer's distraction hadn't helped; it had only madethe lab even longer and more exasperating. She had been very glad whenthey had finally been able to get out of there; she definitely needed timeto think. The problem was clutched in her hand as she walked back to thedorm. It was her physics test. She had received an 'A.' 100 out of 100. Aperfect score, and on a test she hadn't felt prepared for. She ought to havefelt proud. Except she had run out of time, and hadn't even made it to the lastpage. And yet the teacher had given her a perfect score on that emptypage, just like he had on all the other pages. One problem she hadn't hadtime to finish, she just scribbled down an equation, just so she might getsome sort of partial credit. Nope, not partial credit. Full credit. Andscrawled under the problem, in the teacher's handwriting: "Close enough." Jennifer clutched the test close to her. She had been careful not tolet anyone see the test, or the grade she had received on it. She toldeveryone she had received a 'C', which was probably fairly close to thetruth, since that's what she probably should have received. Had powersnot worked in her favor. Mark's powers. Jennifer walked towards her dorm through the grassy quad in themiddle of campus. The sky was painted orange by the setting sun, and thequad was fairly empty, as it usually was at dusk. The occasional studentwalked from a late class, but overall most people were inside already.The air was starting to get chilly, and Jennifer told herself she needed toget back and put on warmer clothes. The cool air slipped over her barelegs as she strolled along. Ordinarily, she would have enjoyed the walkback to the dorm as the sun set, but she was too preoccupied. Since the last time she had seen Mark, her perception of him hadchanged considerably. Or rather, she now allowed herself to HAVE aperception of him. Maybe it was the revelation that he too was a studentat the college; maybe his strange behavior just before he had left her inthe library. Whatever it was, he was on her mind a lot. She hadn't dared tolet herself consider what he was like before, taking it for granted that hewas a monster, pure and simple. A mind-raper. But now she found herselfwondering about him. About what kind of person he was when he wasn'tcontrolling her. She really knew nothing about him, Nothing at all. When she had last seen Mark, she had exposed herself before him, andshe remembered he had touched her clit, then run his finger down thelength of her slit. At the time she had been too consumed with sexualfrustration to consider the implications of it. It wasn't until afterwardsthat she had made a realization: that was really the first time he hadtouched her. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He had kissed her a number oftimes, and he had taken her hand to lead her around. But he hadn't reallytouched her sexually until then, and afterwards, she started to wonderwhy. Why hadn't he ever had sex with her? He certainly hadn't lacked foropportunities. Yet he barely even touched her. Why? Jennifer was thinking about this, and about her physics test, andwasn't paying any attention to her surroundings, just enough to know shewas on the route back to her dorm. She was walking on the sidewalk,along the road that led through the middle of the campus, and didn't noticethe car until it pulled up beside her. Jennifer stopped, surprised, almost dropping her books. It was awhite car, very shiny, very sleek. Brand new. The driver stopped themotor, and Jennifer looked through the window to see who it was. Shewasn't very surprised to see Mark smiling at her, having figured that hewould show up to at least explain her test. Jennifer stopped, pressing her legs together against the cold, andwaited for him to get out. Her heart had started to speed up, and sheshivered, though whether it was because of the cold or in anticipation ofMark's orders, she did not know. She let her eyes follow him as he openedthe door and stepped from the car. "Hello, Jennifer." he smiled at her and nodded politely. His voice wasvery formal. He likes to be formal, Jennifer thought to herself. Like he'sbeing a gentleman. "Hi, Mark." she said uncertainly, trying to decide whether she shouldaddress the subject of her test or wait until he did. "How do you like my new car?" he indicated the sleek white beast hehad arrived in. Jennifer slid her eyes over its curves. It looked expensive.Probably obtained by his power. That seemed to be how Mark obtainedeverything. Including me, Jenny thought. "It's nice." she said quietly. "I'm glad you like it." he grinned, patting its hood as if it was a petdog. "It's brand new. Drives like a dream. Want to go for a ride?" "All right." she said simply, and stepped over to the passenger side.As she turned around, her fingers caught in the door handle, she saw hewas following her over. She watched him as he approached, wonderingwhat he had in mind. He must have seen the confusion in her eyes, for he smiled. "The seatcovers are sheepskin. Very soft and plush." Jennifer looked in the car, andnoted the white fur on the seats. She looked back at Mark, waiting for himto explain further. "I think you would appreciate the feeling of it against your bareskin." He was watching her face, but as he spoke this line, he quickly ranhis eyes down her body, then returned back to her face. She knew what hewanted before he even asked. "Take off all of your clothes, Jennifer. Putthem in the back seat, then get in the front." He waited. Jennifer took a quick look around to see if anyone was watching. Thequad was fairly deserted, and those few who were there were not payingattention to her. Her fingers traced the top button of her blouse,considering, and then she slipped it out of its hole. I'm getting bolder, shethought. This doesn't bother me as much. As she moved her hands down her blouse, button by button, she spoke."I got an A on my test." "Really? Congratulations!" Jennifer glanced up to see him grinning,his usual smug grin, the grin that was born from the confidence of hispower. She dropped her eyes again. "It was you, wasn't it." A murmur as she pulled the edges of herblouse out from the top of her skirt. She slipped it off, feeling the coldair against her now bare skin. Her nipples pressed against the soft innerlayer of her bra, hardening as the cold seeped in. Mark moved around herand opened the back door for her; she dropped the blouse in and watched itfall in a heap of silk. "I told you to have faith in me, Jennifer." Mark said. Jennifer couldfeel his eyes on her breasts as she akwardly reached back and undid theclasp of her bra. It made her uncomfortable. She let the straps slide downher arms and was aware her breasts were now in view, the nipples pert inthe cold. Mark continued, his voice lower. "You didn't need to worry aboutthat physics test. I told you I would take care of you." Jennifer droppedthe bra beside her blouse, feeling the air wash over her naked top. Shestopped to gaze at Mark. "You used your power. On the teacher. I didn't deserve an A. But youmade him give me one anyway." she stated. Mark nodded. "Yes, Jenny. That's what I did." He gestured at her skirt."Come on, the rest." Jennifer unzipped the back of the skirt, and slipped it to the ground,watching it pool in a dark circle at her feet. "Mark..." she said. "I want toask you for something." "What?" She wouldn't meet his eyes. "I want you to stop doing that. Don'tmake the teachers give me A's." She dropped the skirt in the car. "Huh? Why not?" Jennifer had been slow removing her other clothes, but when shecame to her panties, she suddenly decided to pull them off quickly, hopingthat the sight of her body, completely naked before him, would distractMark enough that he would agree. She tossed the tiny pink garment ontothe back seat, and stood facing him, her tan flesh reflecting the streetlights. "Because." she said. "Because if I get an A, I want it to be becauseof me, not because you used your power. I appreciate it, I really do, Mark.But I'd rather do it myself, ok?" Mark stared at her for a moment, considering. A cold breeze blewover Jennifer's flesh, and she suppressed the shiver that threatened tocourse through her. Be impassive, she thought. Act like you don't care thatyou're naked out in front of everyone. Be patient. She waited for hisanswer. Finally, he shrugged. "Very well, slave Jennifer. I did it for you, butif you would rather I did not, well, hey, it saves me the effort." He shutthe back door and moved over to the other side. Jennifer, very aware ofher nakedness, waited for him to unlock her door. She looked around to seeif she had gone unnoticed, and she had not. A guy was staring at her as hewalked down the sidewalk, his mouth slightly opened and his eyes on herbody. Jennifer's heart beat faster, but she found she didn't care that muchthat he stared. She was naked, and there was nothing she could do aboutit. If he found her nakedness so entrancing, then so be it. Mark finally unlocked her door, and she gratefully stepped in andclosed the door behind her. As Mark started the car, Jennifer pressed intothe seat for warmth. He had been right; the seat cover really did feel niceagainst her bare skin. She rubbed her back against it, enjoying itssoftness. Mark pulled away from the curb. They were driving along now, through the campus. Fortunately it wasdark enough that no one could really see her in the car very well.Nevertheless, she crunched herself down until they left the campus. Asthey pulled out into the surrounding suburban area, she allowed herself tostretch out and relax more. They stopped at a stoplight, and Mark looked over at her while theywaited. "You have a lovely body, Jennifer." he said, his eyes runningappreciatively over Jennifer's bare flesh. She blushed slightly. "Thanks." she murmured. Having found her voice,she asked "Where are we going?" "Oh, nowhere in particular." He answered. The light turned green, andthey started off again. "I mean, I didn't really have any place in mind. Ithought we would just drive." He paused. "What do you think of the car?Pretty nice, huh?" "How did you get it?" Mark glanced at her as he drove. His voice was gruffer when heanswered. "What do you mean? I used my power, of course." Jennifer wasnoticing that he drove awfully fast. She clutched the armrest. "Yeah...." Jennifer said. "That's what I thought." She watched thesurroundings pass by outside. "So what do you think of it?" "It's nice." she said. Her voice was very neutral. A Mcdonalds flashedby her window. A man on a bicycle. Jennifer tried to let her mind floatwith the passing scenery. Then they roared up a ramp onto the freeway.She heard Mark speak again. "How did you think I would have gotten thiscar?" he asked. "Oh, I don't know." she answered. She found it hard to focus; her eyeswere hypnotized by the scenery flashing by outside. "Maybe you're rich orsomething? I suppose it doesn't matter. It's all kind of the same anyway." "What do you mean?" Jenny really didn't know what she meant, but she tried to explainanyhow. "You know. You can do things the rest of us can't. Get cars withouteven thinking about it. You have that power." Jennifer noticed they werepassing the other cars on the road now, roaring by them. She nervouslyglanced at the speedometer. They were going close to 85. Her fingerspressed into the arm rest, and then she remembered to fasten herseatbelt. The strap scraped against her nipple as she crossed it over herbody. When she looked at Mark, he was grinning. "Nervous, Jennifer?" hechuckled. "Like I said, you need to learn to have faith in me. I'm not goingto crash us. I'm a good driver...I just like to drive fast." Mark reached overand ran his hand affectionately over Jenny's cheek to her hair, thenreturned to driving. Was that supposed to comfort me? Jenny askedherself. It didn't help very much. Jenny saw the flashing lights flickering on the dashboard secondsbefore they heard the siren. "Uh, oh." said Mark. He started to pull over tothe side. Jennifer whirled backwards to see a police car behind them. "The police!" she said. She stared at Mark, panic dancing in her eyes."Oh, god, Mark, now you've done it, the police are pulling us over, and I'mcompletely naked...I knew you should have slowed down! What are theygoing to do?" Jennifer had never been pulled over in her life. She startedto turn around to get her clothes out of the back seat. Then she felt Mark's hand grab her shoulder and whirl her backaround. "No." he said. His eyes were flashing at her, and his voice washard. "Did I tell you that you could put your clothes back on? Huh? Answer,slave Jennifer." Jennifer crumpled, pressing back against the seat as if she wastrying to sink into it. "No, master." she whispered. "No, I didn't. So just sit back and let me handle things." They were onthe side of the road now, and the police car was settling in behind them.When Mark spoke again, his voice was softer. "I told you to trust me,Jennifer. I can handle the police, you don't have to worry about that."Behind them, the door of the police car slammed shut, and they heard theclicking of the cop's heels against the pavement. Mark rolled down thewindow. The policeman had a thin, hardened face, and he wore reflectivesunglasses. Jennifer saw Mark's smile reflected in them. "What can I dofor you, officer?" he asked. The officer did not return the smile. "You were driving pretty fastthere, mister." he grunted. Mark only grinned. "No, I wasn't." He answered. "No, you weren't." repeated the officer. He sounded confused. "Yeah, Iguess you weren't. Sorry, mister." He started to walk off, and then Jennysaw her naked body reflected in his sunglasses. He stared at her, andJenny felt the urge to shrink into the seat. The cop turned back to Mark. "What's with the girl?" the officer asked. "Oh, her?" Mark answered nonchalantly. "Don't worry about her,officer. She's my girlfriend. She likes to go nude all the time; it turns heron." The officer considered Mark's answer, then looked back at Jennifer.Jenny cringed under his appraisel. Then the man spoke again, this time toher. "Is that right, miss? Are you doing this by choice, or is he forcing youinto it?" He waited. Jennifer opened her mouth to answer, then closed it again. Mark waswatching her, his eyes intense. She started to speak again, to say yes, itwas by her own choice, but she couldn't. She closed her mouth again, andglanced nervously at Mark. That was all the answer the cop needed. He started to tug on his gun."Ok, mister. Why don't you get out of the car." Mark turned to glare atJenny, then looked back at the cop. "You trust me." he said. His voice was cold. The officer went rigid;his hand fell away from his gun. "I trust you." the policeman repeated. "I've done nothing wrong. You have no need for me to get out of mycar." The policeman shook his head. "Yes. Yes, you're right. I'm sorry tobother you, mister." The policeman started to walk back to his car. "Wait." said Mark. The cop froze. Mark turned to direct a cold stare atJennifer, then he turned back to the policeman. "You trust me, but youdon't trust the girl. She looks suspicious. She is undoubtedly carryingconcealed weapons in all the clothes she is wearing." Jennifer gaped at Mark, then looked at the policeman, who had fixedhis eyes on her. The cop spoke; his voice was low and dangerous. "Wouldyou please step out of the car, miss. And for your sake, keep your handsbehind your head." Jennifer stared at Mark helplessly; he only watchedher, amusement dancing behind his eyes. The policeman had started to unsnap his gun, and Jennifer numblyunlocked her door and opened it. The cold air rushed in over her nakedness.She stepped outside, and was careful to keep her hands behind her head.The policeman came over to her, and she saw that Mark, too, got out of thecar and walked over to stand beside her. "Up against the car, please." commanded the cop. "What?" asked Jennifer, staring at him. The man walked over to her and pushed her roughly toward the car. "Isaid up against the car! Put your hands against the side!" Jennifer letherself be pushed up against the car, her mind racing. She felt exposed,her hands pressed against the top of the car, her bare ass jutting outbehind her. The tips of her nipples brushed the side of the car. It was cold,very cold. She heard Mark speak. "Take your time." he told the cop. "And begentle." Jennifer stared over the car into the street, watching other carsdrive by oblivious to her plight. Then she felt leather clad fingers slippingbetween her legs, touching her on the inner thigh. "Spread your legs."commanded the officer. Jennifer gasped. Her face hot, she yielded to hispressure, scissoring her legs open. Now she felt very exposed. Open to hisexploration. The officer started on her upper arms, patting them with his hands.She felt the black leather of his gloves against her bare skin; it was astrange, cool feeling. Then he slipped his hands under her arms andstarted to pat his way down her front. His hands lingered at her breasts,pressing them against her body, and her breathing became heavier as awave of -something - pleasure? - went through her. It was a strangefeeling. His thumbs slipped over her nipples, casually, and then he wasmoving down the flesh on her belly, patting her gently, looking forconcealed weapons in her bare flesh. His fingers brushed against the edgeof her pubic triangle on either side, and then started down her long legs.The black leather slipped down the front of her legs, and then started upthe back. Finally, he reached her ass, and he paused. She tensed inanticipation, and her breathing was very ragged. She could feel herselfgetting slick between her legs, even as she told herself that she shouldn'tbe enjoying the experience. Somehow that only made it more erotic.Finally, she felt the leather press against her buttocks, and his pattingmotion had become more of a sliding. One leather finger slipped, almostagainst its will, tracing the line of her ass up to the small of her back.She gasped; the police weren't supposed to search people like this, werethey? The finger started down her her again, slipping between herbuttocks, sliding gently over her asshole, moving slowly, closer andcloser to her wet pussy. Then the leather finger perched against herswollen lips, stopping, almost considering. Jennifer waited, breathingheavily, her whole body anticipating. Waiting. Then the finger slippedinside her. She gasped again, the leather slick with her juices, feelingherself penetrated, his finger moving inside her like some tiny leatherpenis. Abruptly, he pulled his finger out, and quickly, roughly, patted hisway up her back. He turned away, and Jennifer almost collapsed againstthe car. Her legs trembled. The policeman turned to Mark. "She's clean."she heard him say. Then his heels were clicking, going back to the policecar. Jennifer felt her flesh press against the cold car; she was aware thatshe had been sweating, even amidst the cold. A hand patted her on theshoulder; Mark's hand. "Come on, Jennifer. Get back inside the car." he saidgently. She allowed him to open the door for her, and then collapsed insideagainst the seat covers. The space between her legs was sticky with herfluids; she wished she had something to wipe it off with, to keep herselffrom getting it on the seat covers. The police car drove off. Mark got in beside her, and started the car.Jennifer leaned back as they pulled away from the side. Once again, shehad been allowed to feel pleasure without reaching any sort of climax,and it left her restless. As they drove along, her eyes drifted to Mark'scrotch. Was he hard or not? She couldn't tell through his pants. Shewondered if he would decide to have sex with her. More importantly...didshe want him to? Jennifer thought about this as they drove along, herrestlessness (horniness?) fighting with her pride. Finally, she decided shedid not. It wasn't worth it, after all, wasn't sex more than just a means ofobtaining satisfaction? It should be more, anyhow, it should be a love-thing, Jenny told herself. And she certainly did not love Mark. Nevertheless, Jennifer desired some sort of climax, so she startedto move her finger up and down on the tip of her clitoris, massaging herway to an orgasm. She had her hand slipped under the strap of theseatbelt, so that Mark couldn't tell she was doing it, and she used all ofher self-control to keep from gasping out. Finally, she felt it shudderthrough her. It was a small orgasm, but her body still tensed and buckled,and she let a gasp escape her mouth, despite all her efforts to keep it in. Mark whirled, staring at her. "What are you doing?!?" he blurted, thenhis eyes went from her hand at her clit to her flushed face, and he knew."What did you do? You just made yourself have an orgasm?" He gaped ather. "I didn't tell you to do that!" Jennifer shook her head, breathing heavily. "No." she said. "But Ineeded to. After that policeman, I just had to feel myself come." Mark looked back at the road. "I didn't say you could do that." he said."You weren't supposed to do that." "Oh?" asked Jennifer, curious. "What was I supposed to do?" "Nothing!" he thundered. "Nothing until I tell you to do something!You've been a bad slave, Jennifer." He shook his head. "Would it please you to know that I enjoyed it, master?" Jennyventured, tacking the 'master' at the end in hopes of calming him down. "Enjoyed it? Of course you enjoyed it! It was an orgasm! No, you'llhave to be punished, my slave. You'll have to learn that you don't get offuntil I let you. You don't come until I finally decide you can come. Untilthen, you'll have to wait. Yes, you'll have to be punished." They had left thefreeway, and Mark was looking around, driving aimlessly, as if looking forsomething in particular. Finally, he seemed to find it. He parked at theside of the street. "Here is your punishment, Jennifer." he stated. "You will get out, andwalk over to that stop sign way over there." She could see the sign hepointed at; it was about fifty feet away. "Wait there and I'll pick you up." Jennifer looked at the street he wanted her to walk down. It was afairly wide street in a seedy neighborhood, with two lanes going bothdirections. Not a particularly busy street, but busy enough that at leastsomeone would see her. Even worse, she could see a bum sitting at a busstop, and a bunch of little kids playing outside an apartment. She wouldhave to walk right past them, completely naked. Jennifer turned to Mark,to beg for something, anything else to do besides this. But he wasn't putting up with it. "Get out." he said, and Jennifer feltherself compelled to leave the car. The compulsion didn't leave until shefound herself standing on the sidewalk, watching Mark drive off. Watchinghim leave her. She looked down the street. This was the worst he had ever done. Forall she knew, he was gone for good. He had left her in the bad part oftown, completely naked. "No." she thought. "Learn to have faith. Mark wouldn't do that. Hewouldn't!" She whispered this vehemently. It was either believe it or gomad. A car honked as it drove by; a man in the passengers seat howled outthe window at her. It scared her. She retreated into the shadows. Again she looked down the street. This won't be over until you do it,she told herself, and she forced her legs to start walking. She passed the bum first. He stared at her legs the entire time, andfor a moment she was scared that he would reach out and try to touchthem. But apparently he was too drunk to do anything more than gape. Other cars drove by. One man started to pull over, then apparentlydecided against it, and drove off again. This really shook her. Another ladystuck her head out the window, and screamed at her in some language thatseemed to be mostly l's and g's. The kids watched her from a distance, and she heard them talking,heard the words "tittys" "boobs." Finally they all ran into the apartment,long before she could get near them. As she passed by, she saw themstaring out the windows at her. Then she passed an alleyway. And looking down the alley, she saw ahungry pack of teenagers. They were sitting, talking amongst themselves,but as she passed, one saw her and pointed her out. "Hey, check the nakedchick!" he called. The others immediately focused at Jenny. Oh, shit, shethought. Oh, god. She started to walk faster. Where the hell was Mark? "Hey, whereya going, whore?" One yelled, and they all stood andstarted walking towards her. Walking towards her purposefully. Jennyfreaked out. She started to run. "Hey, she's running!" "Get her!" Shoes slammed the pavement behindher. Jenny was a runner; she liked to run. Most of the guys couldn't catchup with her. She left them all behind, all but one. One that caught up toher and grabbed her arm, almost wrenching it out of its socket. He caughther, and she rebounded as he pulled her back. Back into the pack. Hewrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly. The othersapproached; they smelled of cheap liquor. They held out their hands,twisted into claws, moving them to her body to pinch and grab. Shestruggled, but could not do any more than make them all laugh at her fear."Let's screw the bitch." one said. Rape, thought Jennifer. She felt cold.Helpless. And then Mark was there. "Let her go!" he screamed. Jennifer felt thearms around her grow limp and fall. Mark ran over. He turned to one."You're crippled." he told the guy. The guy fell to the ground screaming, hislegs crumpling under him. Mark turned to another. "You're a dog." The manfell to all fours and scampered off. One of the other members pulled a knife and moved as if to strike atMark. "Eat it." commanded Mark. Jennifer tried to turn away, but shecouldn't. She stood spellbound as the teenager stuck the knife into hismouth and tried to push it down his throat. Blood started to drip from hismouth, but the man couldn't stop. He got the blade about halfway downbefore he collapsed unconscious. The other teenagers were running away from Mark and hisfrightening power. Mark suspended the man who had caught Jennifer bytelling him to stop. Then he screamed at all the others. "You all eat shit!"Jennifer didn't want to think about what that would mean for theteenagers. Mark turned to the last guy, who was frozen helplessly. "You." Marksaid. His voice was full of rage, burning with hostility. "You tried to hurtmy Jennifer." The man trembled before Mark's wraith. Then Mark turned toJennifer. "Jenny, what do you want me to do with him? I give his fate toyou to decide." "Oh, Mark." said Jennifer. She really didn't know what to say. "Tellhim to turn himself in, ok? That's all I want." Mark smiled, and before Jennifer knew it, he was kissing her. Hepulled away. "You're too nice." he told her. Then he turned to the guy. "Youheard that? You'll turn yourself in. You'll confess to every crime you'veever done, including this attempted rape, and then you'll turn over a newlife. You'll try to be an outstanding citizen. Ok? Do you understand?" Theguy nodded mutely, tears running down his face. "Now, get hard." Theman's eyes opened in surprise as a bulge appeared at his crotch. "You areabout to have the biggest orgasm of your life. Can you feel it? Your ballsare just fit to burst with jism. How does it feel? Good?" The man moaned."Good." And Mark slammed his foot into the man's balls. The man screamedand collapsed to the ground, clutching his crotch and screaming. Hecontinued to scream as Mark led Jennifer back to the car. He told her toget dressed. "I'm sorry about that, Jennifer." he said as she put on her clothes. "Itwasn't supposed to have gone that way. I tried to control it, I did, but Icouldn't. I didn't know about that alley." "You can never control everything." Jennifer murmured as she slippedher blouse on. "No, no, I suppose you can't." He watched as she finished putting onher clothes. "Jennifer." Jenny felt his power washing over her. "I want youto never, ever have any nightmares about what almost happened here. Ok?" "Ok." she said. They got back into the car, and Mark drove her back toher dorm. They drove in silence. Finally, they arrived at the dorm parking lot. Mark stopped the car,without a word, and waited. Jennifer grabbed her physics books and hertest, and opened the door. She was just about to step out, when on astrange impulse, she turned around and pressed a kiss against Mark'scheek. He turned to stare at her in surprise. "What...?" he started. "I'm learning to have faith." she said simply, and before he couldrespond, she had stepped out of the car and was running back to the doorof her dorm. To be continued...--ÿ

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