Nashville Pussy (Season 2)
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Episode 29: CINDERFELLA
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 29: CINDERFELLA - Season two continues the insanity that is Nashville. With a criminal organization like Watchtower making all the rules, the population thrives on the ability to get away with whatever they want. Naked in the streets. Primal sex in front of everyone. Businesses promoting lude acts. Pet stores that sell human pets. Strip clubs gone beyond extreme. Schools teaching all the wrong subjects. Is it no wonder Nashville is the fastest growing city in the U.S? YEEHAW!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Hypnosis Mind Control Romantic Slavery Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction School Workplace Incest Mother Son Sister Father Daughter Uncle Niece Nephew BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Gang Bang Orgy Swinging Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
1:00 PM! The Potter residence. No! Not Harry’s crib! But a Hermione Grainger cosplay would be adorable. Harry behind her taking her Hoggystyle. A Hogwarts joust--er--jest!
“I need to try on my updated Cinderella alteration before our groceries get delivered around 2:00.”
Marion Potter had been at her sewing machine for the last four hours in preparation for her next podcast. Although, she had warned her fanbase that she needed a day to prepare she couldn’t resist the possibility of her new ally cHARLOTte from the Dark Web coming through early. Less than an hour away! Lucky her!
Standing up from her desk where she had her sewing machine set up, she held her tailored prom dress up before her. Impressed by her alterations she shrugged then disrobed to try it on. With the zipper in back hard to reach she held off on tightening things up. The special underwire added beneath her breasts lifted her already stunning mounds higher. “Once I zip up the girls will be FABulous!” Shifting from side to side she giggled over her beauty. “Now to add the blonde wig and glass slippers.”
A lineup of mannequin busts held her various wigs along a lengthy shelving unit in her crafting room. Obtaining the long blonde wig, she pinned her brunette tress up then applied the wig. “Perfect!” Barefoot already, she put on her glass slippers. “Glassy Classy! I’m glad I painted my toenails this morning. So sexy!”
A free sample of a nail color called Tootsie that she got in the mail last week was a Watchtower brand. Ingredients in the dye were designed to amplify sexual appetite should a man suck on the wearer’s toes. The evil organization had every base cornered in the market of mischief. Ironically, they FOOT the bill.
“I wish Anson was here to zip me up. Ugh!” She managed only an inch on her own then gave up once her cellphone rang. “Maybe that’s him now.” Rushing back to her desk she plucked up her phone. “cHARLOTte?” Answering it with a hello she nibbled her fingernail. Also painted, she only added to her own hormonal advance.
“Hey, Made Marion. You know who this is by the call sign. I set this number and notification ID up, so you know that it’s me.” A female voice spoke out.
“Hi! How are you today?”
“Just dandy. I managed to get that website up and running earlier than expected. You, Made Marion, are ready to go.”
“Really?” She shrieked with excitement. “I spoke with Anson before he went back to work. He told me to do whatever I wanted. So, I have his approval to push my limits.”
“Perfect! Good for you. I also tapped into your podcast followers and gave them each a new updated website domain to find you, using your identity so, as not to freak them out. It will also let them know exactly when you are online. A tip jar account was set up with the biggest tipper of the day being allowed to select your next week’s cosplay character that he or she wants you to enact. This will increase your personal income. A second runner up will get to challenge you as to where to put on your show.”
“Where?”
“We discussed that last night. I will monitor your area of choice and keep you safe. A package with a tiny Bluetooth earpiece will arrive later today. When worn it will tap into your phone and allow me to give you a heads up as to when to stop and behave yourself. After thinking about it all I decided that my work can be so self-absorbing that you might be my outlet so to speak to relax more. That is if you don’t object to my ... friendship.”
“Not at all. I don’t have a single friend. I could certainly use one. We should meet up for lunch sometime. I mean you did allow me to see you if not dimly lit. You won me over at elf ears.”
“Yeah! I have my own cosplay fetish but in my line of work I can’t leave my computer long. For the foreseeable future it is best we just chat and enjoy each other when available. Trust me I would love to meet you in person. Someday maybe! I have to protect myself, and my ... friends. I hope you understand. I don’t even meet with Phillip anymore. It’s just not safe. He being a cop only complicates our ... past.” Phil did not exist!
“I understand. I’m here if you ever need an ear.”
“Same! If you require me just hit up the contact list for me as cHARLOTte and I’ll reply as fast as I can.”
“Bless you! My life has just become so much happier. Anson alone being supportive makes me love him that much more.”
“I wish I had someone to love.”
“Aww! I’m sorry to rub it in.”
“You’re fine! I better get back to work. I sent you a coded email to reset your new website and how to navigate it. It’s easy.”
“I appreciate you, Charlotte.”
“Anytime Sweetie! Mwah!”
“Mwah!” Conversation ended! It was back to finding a coat hanger to use to snag her dress zipper. Where were those whimsical animals who could help her get dressed? She should worry more over those animals removing said gown.
Stepping back in time to 12:15 PM!
“Thanks for the assist, Plume. I knew I could count on your freaky ass.”
“You know me, Pilgrim. I just dyed my hair and had my nipples pierced.”
“Took you long enough.”
“I know, right! So, okay let me get this straight. I’m reading your script now for when I call Marion Potter. I’ll put on my best Oscar winning performance. I think it’s hilarious that you used my voice as this Charlotte’s persona. You honor me, Freaky Sir.”
“Fair trade! You ever need me for anything, I’m there for you. I better get ready and go pick up the Potter grocery list. I overrode Marion’s order so that I could pick it up and be the delivery driver. Piggly Wiggly polo shirt and all.”
“Weeeee! Weeee!” Plume aka Angi Peacock squealed just for laughs. “I’ll make the Potter call right after I help Polymer with the balloon party out at Comstock Park. She can do most of the work to free me up. I won’t let you down Nerd Boy.”
“Takes a nerd to know a nerd, Bird Girl.”
“Hey! I’m a Peacock not a turkey, Pilgrim. Still! I’d let you stuff me.”
“If I could I would. Watchtower forbids us to mingle in person.”
“Sad! Missed opportunities! Be careful doing what you’re planning. If Anson Potter learns who you are in person, he might rough you up for using he and his wife.”
“Which is why I have you as backup, Little Birdy.”
“When available! I can’t drop everything just to be your bitch.”
“No! But I have a few things set up on my end where all it takes is activating a code on my phone. I recorded a number of messages to help cover my tracks should Anson Potter get suspicious. His not knowing what I look like will help. All I need to do is get on Marion’s good side and I should be able to tap that sexy cosplayer for a good long time.”
“Good luck! Gotta run!”
“Peace out!”
Now alone in his duplex apartment Norman Brown aka Phillip Grimm aka Pilgrim sat on his bed. Having showered and groomed himself for as close to handsome as possible, he tossed his towel and set out to look the part of a delivery guy for Piggly Wiggly. “Ha! I can be a cosplayer too. Oink! Boink!” He thrusted his hips toward his closet mirror as if fucking Marion Potter. “Take it you little minx. Balls deep! As if you have a choice. This is going to be awesome if I can pull it off. Bad thing is, finding the time to help her. I might lose a lot of sleep over this between my hacking post and assisting her. I better stock up on Red Bull.” Fuck that HISsss shit Watchtower was selling. He was horny without it.
Fully dressed and smelling good, Norman put in a pair of contacts to avoid his glasses. He didn’t want to look too nerdy for Marion. While he did favor Waldo from Where’s Waldo fame, he wasn’t built too lanky. He did have a bit of upper body definition. Steroids helped improve him just enough to look healthy. Eying his alarm clock Norm grabbed his car keys and hit the road. A blue colored Ford Bronco in his garage he was off to Piggly Wiggly in style.
Reaching the market, he pulled up in the pickup lane on the side of the store and sent a text to the people inside that he was there. While waiting he used his cell to monitor Anson Potter by his personal cellphone to make certain he wasn’t near.
“Looks like Officer Dickhead is with that poor rookie Kylee Penn at the safehouse. I feel for the girl, but I have enough on my plate without trying to ease her pain.” Tapping into the safehouse cameras he found Anson getting a blowjob from Kylee. She looked a mess after being gangbanged overnight. “I’ll get revenge for you, Miss Penn. I’ll be sure to get Marion Potter gangbanged here soon. Maybe I’ll use that same safehouse as her backdrop just to be cruel.”
Closing out that camera he switched over to check in on Marion. Hidden cameras in the Potter home allowed him to see Marion sewing on her dress. “Hottest seamstress I’ve ever seen. I’ll be there soon... “ He examined the dress she was working on. “Hm! Either she is Alice in Wonderland or Cinderella. Ah! Glass slippers sitting out, that clenches that.”
An early warning system on his phone allowed him to know that someone was under five feet from his vehicle. Resting his phone in his lap he heard a knock on the passenger side window. Rolling it down he found a young man smiling. He had a cart full of bagged groceries.
“Hello, Sir! I’m Wesley. Here to load you up.” It was Wesley Gibbs the boy who played with Patrice Hollander a few hours earlier. Nodding at Wesley, Norm used his vehicle release to open the back hatch. Wes moved his cart to the rear of the Bronco and began transferring bags to the compartment. Once done he returned to wave goodbye to Norm. The boy didn’t even question the fact they were wearing the same work shirt. A cash tip of $20 made the boy giddy. It was rare getting that large of a tip.
The second the lad departed Norm heard a ping on his phone. A fellow hacker eavesdropping on him shared a link to Disgracebook. Taking the time to view it, he was privy to Patrice Hollander seducing young Wesley in her van. “Well now! You go, Kid! That black bitch is hot as fuck.”
“Her name is Patrice Hollander. She now works for us.”
“Sup, Paycheck!” It truly was his call sign! “Snooping in on me?”
“You know I smell mischief. I won’t rat you out, Pilgrim. To my knowledge I’m the only one of our clan that can bypass your personal security. Well, maybe Trojan. You did slip a bit though in asking Plume to help you.”
“Shit!”
“Don’t sweat it. I totally get needing some you time. I just wanted to say I have your back like Plume. If you need me let me know. I hate that fucker Anson Potter as much as you. His wife is smoking hot so, I don’t blame you one bit for sniffing.”
“I’ll be sure to cut you in on my scheme. We all need laid to keep our sanity.”
“Definitely! I rather liked Ms. Hollander myself. We should consider bringing Mrs. Potter and Ms. Hollander together sometime.”
“Intriguing thought. I’ll keep that in mind. Looks like your own pet project likes younger boys.”
“Check out her wood shop stunt with her boyfriend. It’s on Disgracebook too. Her and Jade Jacobs just met. Crazy stuff.”
“That had to have been hot. I’ll check her out later tonight. I need to get these groceries delivered before the ice cream melts.”
“Gotcha! Have fun and don’t screw up. I want in on the action.” Paycheck laughed! Paycheck was Chet Payton from Oklahoma, now in Nashville. Like Norm he worked out on weights. Toned for certain! Hardly a nerd! Just average!
“I won’t! I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“Already following Made Marion. I saw her on YouTube a while back. Her latest show was hot, if only it wasn’t with her ole’ man.”
“Nothing we can do about him. We just work around his lunatic ass.”
“That Mimi Alexander will keep him busy tonight. So, do your best to get Marion’s attention.”
“I think I have it covered. Don’t laugh, but I used to cosplay at comic book conventions.”
“No shit! As whom?”
“Where’s Waldo!” He laughed! “Dude! I’m his clone if I wear a stocking cap, scarf and pinstripe shirt.”
“Perfect cosplay. Let Marion find Waldo.”
“Not a bad idea. Thanks! Let me get moving.”
“Enjoy!” Another conversation ended, Norm hit the street and headed straight to Marion Potter’s house. It was time to say hello. It would be a lie if Norm wasn’t nervous. Today he was simply Norman, not Phil, not Pilgrim. Cheers, Buddy! Where nobody knows your name!
“Dang it! I don’t have a wire coat hanger. I really need to invest in something to use to zip up these ensembles that are hard to get to. No wonder the Victorian era always had servants. Maybe when I grow in fanbase, I can hire an assistant for just such situations. I better change out of this gown before ... crap! Doorbell! The delivery person is early.”
No choice she shuffled through her home in her long flowing, rather loosely fitting gown. “Please don’t fall out! Please don’t fall out.” Her chest was dangerously close as it was. It took one hand to hold her cleavage up. Reaching the front door, she opened it in a hurry.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” She opened the storm door. “Um! Could I possibly get you to bring the groceries inside. I have a bit of a malfunction.”
“Holy! I know you.”
“You do?”
“Made Marion! Wow! It would be my honor to assist you. I’m a huge fan of your podcast. I follow you”
“Really?” Her eyes flared wide. A blush was inevitable. “When did you ... watch me last?”
“Last week. I did get a notification earlier that you switched to a new website. I haven’t had time to install it yet. Busy day! Thankfully, you are my last delivery of the day.”
“Oh! Congrats! I just redid my gown here for today’s show, if I get it right that is. My zipper in back is ... being stubborn.”
“Need help? I can close my eyes.” He laughed!
“You don’t have to do that.” She giggled! “Sure! That would be amazing.” Twirling in step she shared her wide open back to him. “No bra, sorry!”
“Don’t be! I’m hardly shy. Tell you what, let me postpone you briefly and bring in these perishables.”
“Oh! Right! Yes, please!” She turned back around and nearly lost a breast. “Eee! Sorry again.”
“No worries! Be yourself, I’ll never ever judge you. By the looks of the dress, you must be Cinderella today.”
“I am! Well, will be soon.” She held the door with an extended arm as he carried bags inside. “The kitchen is straight ahead through that archway. You can put them on the island and I’ll put them away.”
“Cool! I’m Norman Brown by the way. Marion Potter on the receipt, I guess I now know Made Marion in person.”
“Yes, you do.” She watched him fade into the kitchen. While in there he added to the conversation.
“I used to cosplay too. That’s what made me discover you on YouTube. So, why the website change? YouTube kick you out?”
“No! I just wanted personal freedom I suppose. I considered OnlyFans.”
“Where all the action is?” He chuckled! “OnlyFans is all about skin and men.” Returning for more bags it took him a bit to go to his Bronco.
“Would that be a bad thing?” She called out to him.
“Like I said, I’m not to judge. If you don’t object to a compliment that won’t get me fired, I’d be more than happy to offer you one.”
“I won’t get you fired.” She wrinkled her nose. “Please do. My ego needs all the help it can get.”
Upon his second trip of three Norm stopped on the porch to look her in the eye. “Well, in that case. I think you are absolutely gorgeous. Every man’s fantasy in my mind.”
“Is it a dirty mind?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s squeaky clean.” He chuckled! “I’m trying hard not to stare at your chest.”
“Inevitable!” A blush crept in even as she felt honored that he was admiring her. Strangely, she was used to such compliments online but never in person. Up close and oddly charming Norm had her hormonal attentiveness. Playfully shrinking in posture her breasts crushed together and allowed areolas to crest. She could not resist looking at his expression due to it. “Especially as loose as it is right now.”
“Totally not offended. This may sound weird to you, but this reminds me of all those pizza delivery guys who bring a pizza and a naked girl answers the door.”
“I’m not naked. But ... if I’m being honest, I’ve often fantasized about doing that. My husband is a police officer though. It used to be too big of a risk.”
“Ah! Yeah, I can see that. Although, you must know a lot of women in Nashville have really put their bodies out there the last month or so. Hell, my bank has naked tellers.”
“No!” She dropped her jaw. “Really? How do they get away with that?”
“Good question. I’m not knocking it though.” He made it to the kitchen. “I only have three more bags in my Bronco. I can grab the door if you want to start putting your items away. I’ll zip you up once I bring the last of them in.”
“Alright!”
She watched him head back out and shuffled her way to the kitchen. Ignoring her dress for the moment she tracked down the frozen items and put those away first. Nibbling her lower lip she had an evil thought. She waited until she heard Norman come back in before bending forward over her lower refrigerator freezer to stash a carton of ice cream and some egg rolls. Once he rounded the corner he caught her. Her cleavage fell entirely open and her breasts were in full dangling view, nipples erect. He stopped cold and stared.
“Cinderella! Cinderella! Your pumpkin carriage awaits.” He grinned! “Very nice!”
“Oh! I should have ... I did it on purpose.”
“I kind of figured. Need that zipper up now or are we over the modesty.”
“That’s up to you. You said you were off the clock.”
“Yep! Once I text the store that the drop off was successful.”
“If you want you can hang out with me a while longer. I’d love to hear your cosplay stories.” She pulled herself together. From there she set out putting away fridge food like sour cream, milk, eggs, etc. Norm voluntarily unbagged many dry goods and set them out on the island for her.
“Waldo! I went as Where’s Waldo back in High School.”
“I think I can picture that.” She laughed!
“I can do you one better.” He took out his phone. “First thing, store.” He faked a message to Piggly Wiggly. “Done! Okay! I have to find the photo. I saved it to my cell. Mind you this was six years ago. I normally wear glasses but contacts when working or ... should I ever land a date. Yeah, I’m single.” Finding the photo of his Waldo cosplay he stepped next to her to share it. Shoulder to shoulder she looked it over. He looked over her amazing cleavage.
“You looked just like Waldo. I’m impressed.”
“Thanks, Marion. I also went as skinny Tarzan one year in college.” Another pic produced she giggled. “Hey! That loincloth barely covered my vine.”
“That’s very funny. You’ve built your physique up since this.”
“That was what prompted me to start getting fit. Every Jane I looked at laughed at my lanky ass. Hey! There’s a cosplay idea for you. Dress up like Jane Porter-Clayton-Greystoke.”
“Interesting idea! I might consider that. You know your pulp characters. I used to read all of the Burroughs stuff. I’m a huge nerd I guess.”
“Hottest nerd I ever met.”
“Thank you, Norman. Waldo!” She flipped her tongue out at him. “Lord Greystoke.”
“Keep this up I may be, Lord GreySTROKE.” He chuckled! “Don’t make me apologize for being perverted.”
“You’re safe with me.”
“Whew! That’s a relief. Your hubby a cop and all.”
“He has changed of late. He can be a hard man, but he surprised me recently.” Sex on camera for her followers. Now his permission to go all out. “You said you viewed me last week.”
“Yeah! The Winnie the Pooh episode where you crossed over to play Christina Robbin instead of Christopher Robbin.”
“Not my best. I was time restrained that day. I was so thinking of humping Pooh.” She snickered! “At that point it might have been too much I think.”
“Me personally? I’d have gotten off seeing you do that.”
“Do you ... often get off watching my podcasts?”
“As in jerking off? No! Thought about it. It just ... I guess needed more stimulation to make me consider that.” Now she knew he wasn’t one of the hundred men beating off to her as shown by cHARLOTte. By Norm himself if she only knew the truth.
“You should have watched last night’s podcast. It never made it to YouTube, but my viewers did get a preview of things to come.”
“How did... “ He looked puzzled on purpose. “ ... they see you without YouTube?”
“I have a friend who helped me transfer to a temporary site so that they could. I had sex with my husband for all of them. It was a cop fantasy I told them.”
“Some friend.” He puckered his lower lip. “I’m guessing the new site is with your friend’s help.”
“Yes! Please keep that to yourself.”
“Now that I’ll zip.” He made a zipping motion with his lips. “Your dress never.” Wink! Wink! “So, it’s now an OnlyFans option? I’ll have to pay to watch you rather than it being optional like YouTube.”
“I’ll give you free access. For being nice and understanding.”
“And awkwardly cute?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“That too! I could really use someone to bounce ideas off of. Like I told my friend, who lives really far away, I don’t have a single friend in Nashville. I’ve devoted my entire life to being a housewife with a cosplay dream. Anson, that’s my husband, always supported my podcast but never really offered input. He knew it was my thing and always made certain I had the materials to design my costumes and sets. I paint my own backgrounds.”
“That’s good! Sure, I don’t mind being your confidante, slash, idea man. I wish I could afford to help you fulltime. I also work in IT at the University.” An arranged cover job. “I only do deliveries on weekends for added income. That and it lets me meet people.”
“Well, I am glad we met, Norman.”
“Me too!”
“Maybe in the near future I can pay you a little something to help me now and then. Like transporting my costumes if I go public. Your SUV looks roomy.”
“Public? Now that sounds wild. That would simply be cosplay, right?” Her held breath and unblinking eyes told the story. “You’re taking things to a whole new level, aren’t you, Made Marion.”
“I’ve lived such a sheltered, overly faithful life. Now that Anson has given me permission I ... want to have my breath taken away by possibilities.”
“And just how far do you plan on going ... in public?”
“Well, I do have my Husby to help get me out of trouble.” And cHARLOTte, meaning Norm, meaning Plume, maybe even Paycheck now. “I won’t know just how far I can take things until I experiment.”
“Sex?”
“Possibly ... probably.”
“Count me in.” He chuckled!
“In as in helping me or in as in ... me?”
“IN!” He squinted with an evil glare. “Nothing forced. You tell me what you want.”
“Care to help me put on my Cinderella show later? I’ll have to make you a Prince Charming outfit.” Acting as if shocked he mulled it over.
“I would love to, on one condition.”
“What is that?”
“I need to hear your husband offer his blessing. To feel safe about it. I don’t want to create problems, especially with the police.”
“Let me call him now. Can you wait?”
“Off duty! I’ll go sit on your couch.”
“I won’t be long.”
Before Norm even rounded the archway she had dialed Anson. He was finished up with sweet Kylee Penn and was just getting into his patrol car. His partner of the day Vinnie Fresco was still inside the safehouse violating Officer Penn. Her twenty-third cop to rape her since being confined to the shelter.
“Yeah! What’s up, Marion?”
“Hey, Baby. I just wanted to tell you the groceries came. Come to find out our delivery guy used to cosplay. He follows my podcast. I’m wearing my Cinderella costume right now. Our ... friend got in touch saying my website is up already, so I plan on putting on my Cinderella show later.”
“Sounds good!”
“The reason I am calling, I know you’re busy so, I’ll be fast and abide by whatever your answer is.”
“Sounds ominous.”
“Can Norman be in my podcast with me? I know it’s last minute, but he is really nice and enjoys my podcasts.”
“Did he see last night’s show?”
“No. But I think he knows things are heating up in our world. I told him what you and I did and he was shocked but hardly appalled. I invited him to be in my Cinderella show but he insists you give him the okay. He knows you are an officer; I mentioned it.”
“FaceTime us and hand him the phone. I want a face to judge his sincerity by.”
“Okay! Hold on!” Setting up the mode she saw her hubby in his car. “Hey, handsome!”
“What’s with that cleavage?”
“I couldn’t zip up the back on my own. I’m testing my nerves leaving it loose. He hasn’t tried anything.”
“So, make him try something.”
“Really? You want ... I can.”
“Is he right there with you?”
“Living room. He wanted to give you and I privacy. Follow me!” She walked from the kitchen and into the living room without holding her cleavage. Each step taken her chest bounced about until her areolas were peeking above her chesty vertical hemline. “Norman? My husband wants to say hi.”
Handing him the phone Norm sat his own down. While she was in the kitchen, he messaged Paycheck to monitor him and back him up should Anson Potter check on his identity. No problem! “Oh! FaceTime! Hi, Mister Potter.”
“Norman what?”
“Brown! I fully understand if you want to check me out to see if I’m some lunatic. I swear I’m not.”
“I’ll do that.”
While Anson spoke, Marion dared to bring her breasts out entirely to stand in front of Norman. She went so far as to tease her nipples. Norm tried hard to avoid looking too lustful. “You look trustworthy. If my wife has any issues with you, she can tell me. I won’t make any threats just don’t...”
“Go too far? I totally respect that.” Fuck you, Potter!
“She says you want my blessing. Yeah, I’ll give it. Just know if she gets harmed in any ... I said I wouldn’t threaten you. I guess you make your own bed if you do. I’ll leave it at that.”
“I will ONLY do what Marion wants me to do. You have my word.”
“Fair enough! Show me, Marion.” Without giving her a chance to pull up her dress Norman reversed the screen to allow Anson to witness her teasing her nipples. “Goddamn! Look at those titties, Brown. Makes you want to cum all over those babies, doesn’t it.”
“Is that allowed?” Norm asked from behind the scenes.
“Sure! Titty fuck Cinderella there later. If she wants that. Do you want that, Marion?”
“Are you certain, Baby?”
“I’ll patch into your show. Give the fans what they want. Make us rich.”
“I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.” She squealed and stole her phone from Norman to kiss the screen. “So, you have the new link?”
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