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'… did you hate it so much? He was laughing at me, and in the end I had to laugh too, even though I had, truly, hated it; I was blushing hard at the same time; caught by the usual trap Jason had me in—simultaneously ashamed of how I was with him, and excited by it. 'Yes—yes, I did hate it! You were so busy talking to all sorts of people I don't know, and … and your uncle—or whoever he is—kept talking to me, and smiling at me, only he wasn't really talking to me—he was just … just … looking at me!' Looking at you? Oh! You mean looking at your tits, looking at your legs—as if he was thinking about fucking you?' [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 56 minutes

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'You're the whore—Jason's whore?' It's like a slap in the face. At the same time, it is perfect. Something in me responds. He's the man. He knows me, knows how to do me. He's going to have me; I'm going to give myself to him; I'm going to be lost in him; I'm going to die, I'm going to live for him. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 35 minutes

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