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door and looked back at them. "You can talk it over, like how you'll arrange things at Whiteside, but that's the way it's going to be, or, like me now, you'll find your lives hardly worth living from now on." He stepped out of the door and was gone.

Dazed, Jean stood up and looked down at her husband, sitting still cross-legged, displaying the slimness of his well-formed, beautiful legs. "We can't leave, Angie," she said. "We should quit but think what that will do. If you think you can't possibly go through with it, just say so and I'll understand. We can split anyway and try to find somewhere to hide. There might be somewhere we can go if we put our minds to it."

Angie shook his head, his earrings jangling. He yawned and stretched his bare arms above his head, causing his breasts to tighten and rise up within his dress. "Don't worry about it at all, Jean," he said, smiling and running his tongue over his shiny lipstick. In as sul- try a voice as Jean had ever heard, he murmured, "It sounds like a lot of fun."

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"Thanks for everything, doctor. I'll let you know how I'm doing at Vassar the minute I get my transfer from

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