Doomed From the Start
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Bleach › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
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7,315
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5
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Indulgence
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Indulgence
Theme #25: To Touch the Devil is to Die
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“You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything”
“Closer” – Nine Inch Nails
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Lying on the couch in her closed off room, Orihime sunk her face into a cushion as she scolded herself for getting herself into her current position. It was not her choice to come to Hueco Mundo that she beat herself over, as she knew she had no other choice if she had any hopes of keeping her friends alive, but rather, it was the choices that she herself made once being imprisoned.
Almost immediately, Orihime felt the most alienated that she had ever been in her life. The few times that she was actually allowed out of her room, she could not look to the side, as all she could see were the leering glances that the hateful arrancar would express on their faces. Even though Ulquiorra would visit her daily, his visits were more or less to make sure that she was still alive, as it would be a nuisance if she were to die before Aizen fulfilled his purpose with her.
However, there came a day when she saw her first glimpse of chivalry in Hueco Mundo when Grimmjow had entered her room and obliterated the two arrancars who felt the need to bully her. For a brief moment, she was ashamed of herself as she found herself glad that someone came in to save her, so to try to repent, she healed both women back to full health. But already the deterioration of her morals had begun, as she had seen the person that had sworn to kill Ichigo in a positive light, even if it was just for a little bit.
After that day though, Orihime found herself more and more drawn to the blue-haired Espada, because he was the only one who seemingly didn’t regard her in a completely negative light. She knew that she still hated him, because he had caused so much harm to her friends, but at the same time wondered when she would run into him again, as the solitary confinement was taking a toll on her psyche.
On the day that he finally dropped by to visit her again, Orihime was both filled with a sense of joy and a terrible sense of dread. She was happy that someone else came to visit her, but yet was terrified because he was also the enemy. Not wanting to disrespect him, in fear of angering him, Orihime looked up to his face and noticed for the first time how captivating his face really was. Most people would take a look at the jaw fragment on the side of his face and never look back again. Orihime, however, was able to look past it as Grimmjow had some of the most striking eyes that she had ever seen. She wasn’t sure if it was the brilliant blue color of his eyes, the fact that he wore enough eyeliner to really make them stand out, or the narrowed gaze he held upon her, but she could definitely feel her face grow a little flushed as she looked up at the Espada.
Immediately she realized what was going on and immediately tore her gaze away from his eyes. She could feel herself grow attracted to the man, but she could absolutely not allow it. What would her friends think if she told them that she had a crush on the man that had been personally responsible for their injuries?
She shifted her gaze down to his mouth. But when she started to wonder what kissing him would feel like, she tore her eyes off of him again and shifted her gaze lower to his chest.
However, she forgot that Grimmjow wore an opened jacket with no shirt underneath as she gazed upon his body that was muscular, but also not hideously bulky either. No, this point of view was definitely not helping her fight off the attraction that she could feel building up inside of her at all. Finally, she peeled her gaze completely off of him. However, Grimmjow must have noticed her looking over him as his lips twisted into a slight grin.
“See something y’like?” Grimmjow commented, causing the already present blush on Orihime’s face to further intensify.
“No, no, not at all!” Orihime stuttered nervously. Grimmjow glared at her for a second as the grin was temporarily wiped from his face.
“Oh?” he asked, clearly unconvinced, as he slowly stepped toward her. Orihime stepped backwards to avoid getting closer to him. Amused by her reaction, Grimmjow continued to advance toward her until she hit a wall. Grimmjow grinned once again as he held an arm out to trap her in place. He then brought his mouth close to her ear as he leaned over to whisper in her ear. “If it makes a difference, I definitely like what I see.”
Orihime’s mind was now in a state of panic as she pressed herself even further against the wall in an attempt to get away from Grimmjow. However, it did not stop him from placing his lips on her neck to lick a line to the back of her ear. The foreign sensation caused an even bigger turmoil in her head as she tried to fight back the lust she could feel creeping up in her veins.
Her first instinct was to place her hands on the man in front of her, but she could not let herself do that. Grimmjow was a demon, so she had to resist him at all costs. Instead, she placed her hands against the wall to prevent herself from touching him.
As her mind was distracted with keeping her hands away from him though, Grimmjow took the opportunity to unzip the outer part of Orihime’s top and pushed it slightly to let it slowly slip off of her arms. With more access to her body available to him, Grimmjow trailed his lips down her skin until he got to the crook of her neck.
“Grimmjow…don’t.” Orihime managed to finally choke out, but Grimmjow only gave a slight smirk as he suckled the skin. Gritting her teeth, Orihime managed to stifle the gasp from her lips.
Amused, Grimmjow brought his head down a little lower as he slowly licked a line by her collarbone.
“We…we shouldn’t do this.” Orihime said weakly.
“Why the hell not?” Grimmjow said huskily, not bothering to move her lips away from her.
“You’re the enemy.” Orihime muttered. When Grimmjow halted in his actions, Orihime thought that she was finally free. When she felt him grin against her though, Orihime lost all of her momentary hope.
“Tch. Like that matters.” Grimmjow mused before licking another line up her neck while unzipping the other part of the top of her dress. As he let it drop to the floor, Orihime cursed herself for letting herself get distracted again as she tried to push herself even further against the wall, trying desperately to get away from the pure ecstasy the Espada was putting her though. She looked up, and immediately regretted it. The usual cocky grin was apparent on his face, but his eyes conveyed intense desire.
“Gr…Grimmjow-” Orihime muttered out to protest again, but Grimmjow captured her lips with his own before she could finish her statement. He attempted to get inside her mouth, but she was proving to be stubborn as she kept her mouth tightly shut. Glancing quickly at the wall behind her, he narrowed his eyes in satisfaction as he saw that her hands were still completely against the wall. Oh well. If she wouldn’t touch him, then it gave him all the more access to touch her instead.
Snaking his hands up her body, he left one hand on her waist as the other lingered on her bra-covered breast. Finally, he massaged her more sensitive area of her tit with his thumb. Not being able to contain her groan this time, Grimmjow slid his tongue within her mouth. Orihime didn’t respond when Grimmjow first started to explore her, but when he stroked her nipple again, he heard her moan before she subconsciously started to move her tongue against his. Finally satisfied that she was actually doing something, Grimmjow took his hand off of her breast to instead hold her head in place as he continued to kiss her.
Orihime’s head was so wrapped in lust that she didn’t bother to notice that Grimmjow’s other hand traveling behind her. As he kept her busy by making out with her, he slowly unzipped her skirt and allowed it to slowly fall to the ground. Realizing what he had done, Orihime pulled away from the kiss, but it was already far too late. Before she could complain about the situation, Grimmjow cupped his hand around her ass to raise her slightly as he grinded against her slowly.
“Oh god…” Orihime groaned, knowing that she had lost this battle.
“That’s right…it’s not so bad…is it?” Grimmjow breathed into her ear as he continued to grind against her. Orihime didn’t respond, as her mind felt lightheaded with desire.
Grimmjow knew that it would be so easy just to rip off her panties and nail her against the wall then and there, but as he looked at the wall behind her, he noticed that her hands were still against the wall, resisting him. It was no fun that way.
He pressed his hips against hers one more time, causing her knees to buckle. Before she could fall though, Grimmjow picked her up and set her on one side of the couch. He then went over to the other side of the couch and lounged against the cushion. Orihime blinked a couple of times before giving Grimmjow an inquisitive glance.
“Grimmjow?” She spoke with the slightest hint of disappointment. Grinning, Grimmjow lifted a hand as he motioned for her to join him.
“C’mere, we’re not finished yet.” He said as he kicked off a boot. When he noticed that she was still hesitating, he looked at her with a smoldering glance as he took off the other boot. He then leaked just a little bit of his reiatsu. He knew it was cheating, but the girl just needed a little push.
As if she were in a trance, Orihime slowly walked over to him and bent down to put her legs on each side of his waist. Satisfied with her position, he drew his reiatsu back in and placed his hand on her rear. His other hand went to the back of her head as he drew her in for another kiss. As he kissed her, he pushed her rear a little so that her arousal rubbed against his own. He then shifted his hips a bit so that he rubbed against her again. After a while, she finally started to move against him.
Peeling his lips away from her mouth, he tilted his head a little toward her ear.
“Good girl.” He panted. He then licked by her ear and moved his one hand from the back of her head to the nape of her neck. Traveling his mouth down her neck, Grimmjow reached behind her and removed her bra. After the offending garment was out of the way, he put a hand on one of her breasts and latched his mouth onto another.
With pleasure pulsating through her body, Orihime knew she had to find a place to steady her hands on, but since she was straddling him on her couch, she could not place them behind her, like she did against the wall. Finally surrendering the last of her pride, she placed one hand on his shoulder and threaded the other through his hair.
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Grimmjow murmured, pulling his mouth away from her breast.
Wanting to feel more of his skin, Orihime slowly pushed the sides of his jacket and slid it down his shoulders. While Grimmjow took his hands off of her to remove the jacket the rest of the way, Orihime shyly placed her fingertips on the scar on his chest. Slowly she traced the line of the rough, but sensitive flesh, causing Grimmjow’s breath to hitch a little.
As he finally freed his hands from the jacket, Grimmjow brought Orihime’s head down again, this time kissing her with less calculated precision and more raw passion. During this, Orihime’s hand reached his well-defined abs and placed her other hand on them to travel further down, feeling the edge of his hole, and finally reaching the waistband of his sash. Noticing where her hands were at, Grimmjow’s hand traveled down to the waistband of her panties and pushed it down, but yet Orihime’s hands still lingered at his sash.
“Take it if you want it.” Grimmjow said with a grin, while pushing her panties off of her ass.
Orihime hesitated for a couple of moments, but finally placed her shaky hands around his waist and undid his sash. She then slowly pushed his hakama down and felt her face flush as she looked down at his erected member. She wasn’t really sure what the usual size was, since she had no previous intimate experiences before, but she was pretty sure that Grimmjow’s was a little bigger than the one that she had seen in a textbook before.
Deciding that he better take care of the next part, Grimmjow flipped Orihime to her back and stood up briefly to push the last of his clothing on the floor. He also pulled off Orihime’s shoes and her panties before leaning over her again. He placed a hand under her rear and positioned himself.
“This is gonna hurt.” Grimmjow whispered as he made his first thrust. As predicted, Orihime cried out in pain. To try to distract her, Grimmjow put a hand over her breast and circled his thumb around the sensitive flesh before he thrusted in her again. It still hurt, but Orihime didn’t seem to mind too much as Grimmjow’s distraction was working finely. After he moved inside of her a few more times, Grimmjow knew that her pain was gone, as her cries of pain were now replaced with ones of pleasure.
Her tightness already had him on the verge of his climax, so Grimmjow knew that he had to finish her off soon if he didn’t want his pride ruined. Quickening his pace, Orihime struggled to hold on to him as she wrapped an arm around his back. He continued to massage her breast as he brought his head down to suck on the crook of her neck.
A few thrusts later, Orihime cried out one final time as her body went lax with her orgasm. As he pushed into her deeply one final time, Grimmjow allowed himself to release as well. Bringing his head up, he kissed her one final time before he pulled out of her. He then sat up and leaned against the couch.
“Not bad.” He commented before getting up to pick up his clothes. “But now that you’re not afraid to touch me, it should be a lot more fun tomorrow.”
With that statement, Orihime snapped out of her euphoria and brought herself back to the cold reality. She had committed one of the biggest sins possible. Not only had the devil himself had his way with her, but she had gotten some enjoyment out of him as well.
“Oh, you might want to get your clothes on soon.” Grimmjow said with a smirk. “Otherwise you’ll have a whole lot of explainin’ to do when Ulquiorra gets here.”
Jumping off the couch, Orihime quickly gathered her clothes as Grimmjow chuckled at her, leaving her in the room. As she hastily put her clothes on, Orihime wondered how she was going to be able to face her friends if she were ever to see them again after she screwed the enemy. Especially when she enjoyed every minute of it.
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Author’s Comments
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Not a whole lot to add here this time, I guess. ^_^;
Indulgence
Theme #25: To Touch the Devil is to Die
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“You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything”
“Closer” – Nine Inch Nails
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Lying on the couch in her closed off room, Orihime sunk her face into a cushion as she scolded herself for getting herself into her current position. It was not her choice to come to Hueco Mundo that she beat herself over, as she knew she had no other choice if she had any hopes of keeping her friends alive, but rather, it was the choices that she herself made once being imprisoned.
Almost immediately, Orihime felt the most alienated that she had ever been in her life. The few times that she was actually allowed out of her room, she could not look to the side, as all she could see were the leering glances that the hateful arrancar would express on their faces. Even though Ulquiorra would visit her daily, his visits were more or less to make sure that she was still alive, as it would be a nuisance if she were to die before Aizen fulfilled his purpose with her.
However, there came a day when she saw her first glimpse of chivalry in Hueco Mundo when Grimmjow had entered her room and obliterated the two arrancars who felt the need to bully her. For a brief moment, she was ashamed of herself as she found herself glad that someone came in to save her, so to try to repent, she healed both women back to full health. But already the deterioration of her morals had begun, as she had seen the person that had sworn to kill Ichigo in a positive light, even if it was just for a little bit.
After that day though, Orihime found herself more and more drawn to the blue-haired Espada, because he was the only one who seemingly didn’t regard her in a completely negative light. She knew that she still hated him, because he had caused so much harm to her friends, but at the same time wondered when she would run into him again, as the solitary confinement was taking a toll on her psyche.
On the day that he finally dropped by to visit her again, Orihime was both filled with a sense of joy and a terrible sense of dread. She was happy that someone else came to visit her, but yet was terrified because he was also the enemy. Not wanting to disrespect him, in fear of angering him, Orihime looked up to his face and noticed for the first time how captivating his face really was. Most people would take a look at the jaw fragment on the side of his face and never look back again. Orihime, however, was able to look past it as Grimmjow had some of the most striking eyes that she had ever seen. She wasn’t sure if it was the brilliant blue color of his eyes, the fact that he wore enough eyeliner to really make them stand out, or the narrowed gaze he held upon her, but she could definitely feel her face grow a little flushed as she looked up at the Espada.
Immediately she realized what was going on and immediately tore her gaze away from his eyes. She could feel herself grow attracted to the man, but she could absolutely not allow it. What would her friends think if she told them that she had a crush on the man that had been personally responsible for their injuries?
She shifted her gaze down to his mouth. But when she started to wonder what kissing him would feel like, she tore her eyes off of him again and shifted her gaze lower to his chest.
However, she forgot that Grimmjow wore an opened jacket with no shirt underneath as she gazed upon his body that was muscular, but also not hideously bulky either. No, this point of view was definitely not helping her fight off the attraction that she could feel building up inside of her at all. Finally, she peeled her gaze completely off of him. However, Grimmjow must have noticed her looking over him as his lips twisted into a slight grin.
“See something y’like?” Grimmjow commented, causing the already present blush on Orihime’s face to further intensify.
“No, no, not at all!” Orihime stuttered nervously. Grimmjow glared at her for a second as the grin was temporarily wiped from his face.
“Oh?” he asked, clearly unconvinced, as he slowly stepped toward her. Orihime stepped backwards to avoid getting closer to him. Amused by her reaction, Grimmjow continued to advance toward her until she hit a wall. Grimmjow grinned once again as he held an arm out to trap her in place. He then brought his mouth close to her ear as he leaned over to whisper in her ear. “If it makes a difference, I definitely like what I see.”
Orihime’s mind was now in a state of panic as she pressed herself even further against the wall in an attempt to get away from Grimmjow. However, it did not stop him from placing his lips on her neck to lick a line to the back of her ear. The foreign sensation caused an even bigger turmoil in her head as she tried to fight back the lust she could feel creeping up in her veins.
Her first instinct was to place her hands on the man in front of her, but she could not let herself do that. Grimmjow was a demon, so she had to resist him at all costs. Instead, she placed her hands against the wall to prevent herself from touching him.
As her mind was distracted with keeping her hands away from him though, Grimmjow took the opportunity to unzip the outer part of Orihime’s top and pushed it slightly to let it slowly slip off of her arms. With more access to her body available to him, Grimmjow trailed his lips down her skin until he got to the crook of her neck.
“Grimmjow…don’t.” Orihime managed to finally choke out, but Grimmjow only gave a slight smirk as he suckled the skin. Gritting her teeth, Orihime managed to stifle the gasp from her lips.
Amused, Grimmjow brought his head down a little lower as he slowly licked a line by her collarbone.
“We…we shouldn’t do this.” Orihime said weakly.
“Why the hell not?” Grimmjow said huskily, not bothering to move her lips away from her.
“You’re the enemy.” Orihime muttered. When Grimmjow halted in his actions, Orihime thought that she was finally free. When she felt him grin against her though, Orihime lost all of her momentary hope.
“Tch. Like that matters.” Grimmjow mused before licking another line up her neck while unzipping the other part of the top of her dress. As he let it drop to the floor, Orihime cursed herself for letting herself get distracted again as she tried to push herself even further against the wall, trying desperately to get away from the pure ecstasy the Espada was putting her though. She looked up, and immediately regretted it. The usual cocky grin was apparent on his face, but his eyes conveyed intense desire.
“Gr…Grimmjow-” Orihime muttered out to protest again, but Grimmjow captured her lips with his own before she could finish her statement. He attempted to get inside her mouth, but she was proving to be stubborn as she kept her mouth tightly shut. Glancing quickly at the wall behind her, he narrowed his eyes in satisfaction as he saw that her hands were still completely against the wall. Oh well. If she wouldn’t touch him, then it gave him all the more access to touch her instead.
Snaking his hands up her body, he left one hand on her waist as the other lingered on her bra-covered breast. Finally, he massaged her more sensitive area of her tit with his thumb. Not being able to contain her groan this time, Grimmjow slid his tongue within her mouth. Orihime didn’t respond when Grimmjow first started to explore her, but when he stroked her nipple again, he heard her moan before she subconsciously started to move her tongue against his. Finally satisfied that she was actually doing something, Grimmjow took his hand off of her breast to instead hold her head in place as he continued to kiss her.
Orihime’s head was so wrapped in lust that she didn’t bother to notice that Grimmjow’s other hand traveling behind her. As he kept her busy by making out with her, he slowly unzipped her skirt and allowed it to slowly fall to the ground. Realizing what he had done, Orihime pulled away from the kiss, but it was already far too late. Before she could complain about the situation, Grimmjow cupped his hand around her ass to raise her slightly as he grinded against her slowly.
“Oh god…” Orihime groaned, knowing that she had lost this battle.
“That’s right…it’s not so bad…is it?” Grimmjow breathed into her ear as he continued to grind against her. Orihime didn’t respond, as her mind felt lightheaded with desire.
Grimmjow knew that it would be so easy just to rip off her panties and nail her against the wall then and there, but as he looked at the wall behind her, he noticed that her hands were still against the wall, resisting him. It was no fun that way.
He pressed his hips against hers one more time, causing her knees to buckle. Before she could fall though, Grimmjow picked her up and set her on one side of the couch. He then went over to the other side of the couch and lounged against the cushion. Orihime blinked a couple of times before giving Grimmjow an inquisitive glance.
“Grimmjow?” She spoke with the slightest hint of disappointment. Grinning, Grimmjow lifted a hand as he motioned for her to join him.
“C’mere, we’re not finished yet.” He said as he kicked off a boot. When he noticed that she was still hesitating, he looked at her with a smoldering glance as he took off the other boot. He then leaked just a little bit of his reiatsu. He knew it was cheating, but the girl just needed a little push.
As if she were in a trance, Orihime slowly walked over to him and bent down to put her legs on each side of his waist. Satisfied with her position, he drew his reiatsu back in and placed his hand on her rear. His other hand went to the back of her head as he drew her in for another kiss. As he kissed her, he pushed her rear a little so that her arousal rubbed against his own. He then shifted his hips a bit so that he rubbed against her again. After a while, she finally started to move against him.
Peeling his lips away from her mouth, he tilted his head a little toward her ear.
“Good girl.” He panted. He then licked by her ear and moved his one hand from the back of her head to the nape of her neck. Traveling his mouth down her neck, Grimmjow reached behind her and removed her bra. After the offending garment was out of the way, he put a hand on one of her breasts and latched his mouth onto another.
With pleasure pulsating through her body, Orihime knew she had to find a place to steady her hands on, but since she was straddling him on her couch, she could not place them behind her, like she did against the wall. Finally surrendering the last of her pride, she placed one hand on his shoulder and threaded the other through his hair.
“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Grimmjow murmured, pulling his mouth away from her breast.
Wanting to feel more of his skin, Orihime slowly pushed the sides of his jacket and slid it down his shoulders. While Grimmjow took his hands off of her to remove the jacket the rest of the way, Orihime shyly placed her fingertips on the scar on his chest. Slowly she traced the line of the rough, but sensitive flesh, causing Grimmjow’s breath to hitch a little.
As he finally freed his hands from the jacket, Grimmjow brought Orihime’s head down again, this time kissing her with less calculated precision and more raw passion. During this, Orihime’s hand reached his well-defined abs and placed her other hand on them to travel further down, feeling the edge of his hole, and finally reaching the waistband of his sash. Noticing where her hands were at, Grimmjow’s hand traveled down to the waistband of her panties and pushed it down, but yet Orihime’s hands still lingered at his sash.
“Take it if you want it.” Grimmjow said with a grin, while pushing her panties off of her ass.
Orihime hesitated for a couple of moments, but finally placed her shaky hands around his waist and undid his sash. She then slowly pushed his hakama down and felt her face flush as she looked down at his erected member. She wasn’t really sure what the usual size was, since she had no previous intimate experiences before, but she was pretty sure that Grimmjow’s was a little bigger than the one that she had seen in a textbook before.
Deciding that he better take care of the next part, Grimmjow flipped Orihime to her back and stood up briefly to push the last of his clothing on the floor. He also pulled off Orihime’s shoes and her panties before leaning over her again. He placed a hand under her rear and positioned himself.
“This is gonna hurt.” Grimmjow whispered as he made his first thrust. As predicted, Orihime cried out in pain. To try to distract her, Grimmjow put a hand over her breast and circled his thumb around the sensitive flesh before he thrusted in her again. It still hurt, but Orihime didn’t seem to mind too much as Grimmjow’s distraction was working finely. After he moved inside of her a few more times, Grimmjow knew that her pain was gone, as her cries of pain were now replaced with ones of pleasure.
Her tightness already had him on the verge of his climax, so Grimmjow knew that he had to finish her off soon if he didn’t want his pride ruined. Quickening his pace, Orihime struggled to hold on to him as she wrapped an arm around his back. He continued to massage her breast as he brought his head down to suck on the crook of her neck.
A few thrusts later, Orihime cried out one final time as her body went lax with her orgasm. As he pushed into her deeply one final time, Grimmjow allowed himself to release as well. Bringing his head up, he kissed her one final time before he pulled out of her. He then sat up and leaned against the couch.
“Not bad.” He commented before getting up to pick up his clothes. “But now that you’re not afraid to touch me, it should be a lot more fun tomorrow.”
With that statement, Orihime snapped out of her euphoria and brought herself back to the cold reality. She had committed one of the biggest sins possible. Not only had the devil himself had his way with her, but she had gotten some enjoyment out of him as well.
“Oh, you might want to get your clothes on soon.” Grimmjow said with a smirk. “Otherwise you’ll have a whole lot of explainin’ to do when Ulquiorra gets here.”
Jumping off the couch, Orihime quickly gathered her clothes as Grimmjow chuckled at her, leaving her in the room. As she hastily put her clothes on, Orihime wondered how she was going to be able to face her friends if she were ever to see them again after she screwed the enemy. Especially when she enjoyed every minute of it.
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Author’s Comments
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Not a whole lot to add here this time, I guess. ^_^;