The Larissa Epic
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Chapter 1: Wednesday 7 Sept 2022
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1: Wednesday 7 Sept 2022 - At the start of the story, Larissa is a young woman failing to cope with Covid. The story trace's Larissa's growth through the challenges of Covid and marriage with Julian, and the lives of people around her, ending with Larissa and her friends changing the nature of Australia
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Fiction Rags To Riches Light Bond Group Sex Orgy Exhibitionism Oral Sex Nudism
Sienna was waiting for them when they walked out of the plane, and she hugged Larissa tightly.
Of course she did. Monday lunch time, Larissa had called her up. “Hi Sienna.”
“Larissa! How are you?”
“I’m great. I’ve got a feeling that my life is heading back towards normal. How are you?”
“Oh, my life is very far from normal altogether. We had a lovely sleep over again last night with Patti’s friend, just so nice. And I’ve just had a great talk with a girl I know through one of my charities, the Brotherhood of St Laurence, and she really wants in on the YouTube thing, so maybe that’s a go, we’re going to start making videos about homelessness and house and rental prices. And I don’t know what you’ve done for mum and dad, but wow, they’re so happy. Anyway, why did you call?”
“Well, Sienna, on Wednesday, Julian and Dean who helps him are coming up to Sydney to talk with your Dad and his office about climate change. And I’ve got several pieces of business to do in Sydney, so I’m thinking of coming with them. So are you doing anything on Wednesday you can’t get out of?”
“Umm ... No. I can do whatever you want me to do.”
“Good. Because that’s the deal, Sienna. When you called the other night, you offered me that you’d be my slave for a week if you only got a threesome. Do you remember that?”
“Umm. Vaguely? I mean, we talked about it, of course.”
“Good. So you’re going to be my slave for the day. You’ll meet me at the airport on Wednesday morning, and take me wherever I want to go in Sydney for the day, and do whatever I tell you to do, and then you’ll invite Julian and me to your place for dinner, and we’ll accept, dinner with you, your mum and dad, and then the three of us are going to do a naked sleepover. In your bed.”
“Fuuuck Larissa, fuck yes. I can’t believe it!”
“Well, here’s the deal, Sienna: you know how I told you that Julian and I don’t do threesomes? Well, if we sleep in your bed, it’ll be the same rules as on the beach, for both of us, OK? But we’ll still blow your mind. In fact, I’m going to do my best to make you lose control, and if you slip up, then we’re going to tie you up. Are you OK with that?”
“Like I’d say no to that?” Larissa could hear the awe in her voice. “You can do whatever you want. Fuck, anything.”
Larissa grinned. “Great, because you’re also going to get up at 5am Thursday to take us to the airport for our flight the next morning.”
“What?”
“Yep. That’s the deal. I’ll send you our flight details, see you at the airport!”
“Wait! Do I need to bring anything? What do I wear?”
“Just whatever you’d wear if you’re going out for lunch in public with the other girls. Cause we will, whoever’s available. But people might see your underwear, so choose accordingly. And bring a towel and a bikini you can swim in, in case.”
“Wow. OK. I’ll do that. Who might see my underwear?”
“Don’t know yet. I’m just always ready in case. See you Wednesday!”
And now Sienna was hugging her tight, with her security girl watching. Larissa disengaged from Sienna and kissed Julian goodbye - he was off to talk to Robert’s corporate office with Dean. Good luck with that! Larissa took Sienna to a cafe at the airport, and they bought coffees. Then they sat in the back corner and Larissa introduced herself to Sienna’s security girl.
“OK, Carol, has Sienna explained what’s happening today?” No, she hadn’t. “OK. You know who I am, right?” Enthusiastic agreement from Carol. “OK. And you know where things are with Sienna.” She sure did, all about it, going dry, pretty big deal in the household. “Great. So today, Sienna’s agreed to do whatever I say.” Carol’s eyes widened in surprise. “I think she’s going to enjoy it. If you’re uncomfortable with what’s going on from a security view, you tell me, OK? And ‘people might see’ isn’t a reason.”
Carol took a deep breath. “OK.”
Sienna was looking at Larissa in alarm. Larissa grinned at her. “If you’re really not up for something, Sienna, you can ask me for a safe space, and whatever it is will stop. But I don’t think you’ll need that. Anyway, how did your parents react to the idea of dinner?”
“Umm. They’re a bit nervous but they didn’t see that they had any choice. Dad made sure I told him exactly what you said. You’re not going to make trouble?”
“Nup. Nice happy dinner if I can possibly make it so. Send them a message saying that sometime today. Tell me about your YouTube idea.” Sienna did, all excited about her idea to make a show kind of like Layna’s but all about housing price and availability issues in Australia. She had some good ideas, and some that Larissa wasn’t sure about it. But she was super keen. “OK. So you’re keen and excited, and that’s great. But a couple of things: it look Layna real time to build a following. So you have to be in it for the long haul. Their first few videos, they only got a few thousand views. The other thing is, everyone will comment. Brutal. So make your first video, and then take it down to Melbourne and show it to Layna’s team with your team, and I’ll ask them to give you a few hours of time to criticise it, and tell you how they’d do it. You’ll learn a really huge amount.”
“Oh, that’d be awesome!”
“Yup. Alright, time for us to hit the road. Carol, we’re going to a shopping centre. Here, I’ll show you.”
While they were being driven there, Larissa asked Sienna about her siblings. She had three siblings. Two half siblings, male and female, older, with their own families, little kids. Then her father had a rather high profile divorce and married Sienna’s mother, a young model, who then had Sienna’s older brother, and Sienna. Relationships between the former wife’s children and Robert were a bit strained, and so Sienna didn’t have much to do with them. Larissa heard all about that, a family squabble to crown them all, though telling Sienna about her great-grandparents shooting each other blew Sienna’s mind nicely. And Sienna’s older brother was the male child and designated heir, and off at Harvard doing a business degree so he could inherit the businesses. Larissa knew the pattern: the son got to be heir, while the daughter got sweet fuck all. Sienna got on OK with him, when he paid attention; he was usually too busy chasing pretty boys to worry about her much, though they had stolen each other’s lovers occasionally.
Then Sienna asked Larissa about her siblings, and she was still working through her sisters when they got the shopping centre. Larissa led them through the shopping centre trying to match what she saw with the map in her head, and then she saw the lingerie shop. She turned towards it, and said, “Sienna, I’ve got a little grand final business to attend to. While I’m talking to the owner, you’re going to look through all her stock and pick out two sets of underwear, the classiest, and the sexiest for you they’ve got. Then you’re going to try them on, and Carol’s going to pretend to be your ‘friend’ and you’re going to show them to her. When she’s standing wherever people stand and watch, not when she pokes her head in the changing booth.” Sienna was looking at her, mind blown. Larissa pulled a flesh coloured thong out of her pocket. “Wear this with them. Then I’ll buy them for you. And Carol, you pick something for yourself too, but you don’t have to model the same way for Sienna. Clear?” That was quite clear, yes. “And if you find something you want me to get for myself, I’ll model it when I’m done. OK?” Blown Sienna’s mind, that was for sure.
She walked up to the counter in the shop and said to the young shop assistant, “I’m Larissa Wright. Is the owner here?” She was quickly shown out the back to a tiny office where an elegant woman about the same age as her mum was waiting for her, as Suzy had arranged.
“Hello, Larissa, I’m Beth. It’s an awesome honour to meet you, and how can I help you?”
“Hi Beth. So you own this shop, right? And you’re not owned by one of the brands, right?” Right both times. “OK. So I’ve got a business proposition for you.”
“For me? OK. How can I help you, the single most famous woman in Australia right now? And deservedly so. You’re royalty in the underwear business, I have to say. Can I get you to tweet my shop?”
Larissa grinned. “Not today, at least. Tell me, do you know who these girls are?” She handed Beth a printout of the photo the girls took on the beach on the last day of their weekend. The one they didn’t distribute, all hugging.
Beth looked up in amazement. “I very certainly do know every one of them after last week. The whole story is astonishing.”
“Great. So some of us are going to go dancing in our underwear at one of the grand final parties. Going to make a real splash, lots of photos.” Beth’s mouth was open in amazement. “I said we’ll go to a lingerie shop before the match, and I’ll buy them all something to dance in. So here’s the deal. I’m not buying these girls any old thing; the photos are going to spread far and wide. Like this one.” She showed Beth another photo, Kayla, Isla, Layna and herself dancing on Friday night. “So I’m going to choose very carefully what they’re going to be wearing, then I’m going to send you photos of what I want, and you get stock in a bunch of different sizes of whatever they are by grand final, so I can just happen to find what I want in your stock when we come during the afternoon before the grand final, and we’ll try them all on out there, I’ll buy them, and then we’ll tweet photos of us outside your window, holding our outfits in front of us, and then you can tweet your shop as much as you like when our photos go insane in the media, and I’ll do my best to get them to mention you. How about it?”
Beth was looking at her in disbelief. Eventually she said, “And how much do you want me to pay you for that?”
Larissa waved her hands. “Nothing. I’ll buy them at whatever it cost you, because I know that you’ll have to muck around getting the stock, could be expensive. But if you can get them ... bonus for me.”
“Nothing? Are you kidding me? Do you know how much that’ll be worth to me? I’ll give you whatever you want for free, but surely I have to pay you for all this?”
“Nah. Tell you what, if you really want to pay, you can take whatever you think you should’ve paid me, and buy bulk good quality sports undies for men, women, and children, and you can donate them to the Brotherhood of St Laurence for homeless people. Deal?”
“That’s the best deal anyone’s ever offered me, Larissa.” She shook her head. “But I might not be able to get what you want, nothing to do with money. Some of these things are made on demand, or locked up by other channels.”
“I understand. We can negotiate. Here, I’ll show you some of what I have in mind.” She showed Beth some of the photos that her sisters had sent her, and they talked about whether she could get them, what kind of body shape they’d work for, how they’d go dancing. That took quite a while because her sisters had really gotten into this one; she’d been showered with all sorts of photos of amazing lingerie. The ribbon bra still stuck out as a must get but Beth had never seen anything like that before. Others she already had in stock or knew she could get. Once they’d gone through that, Larissa said, “One more thing. Secrecy. No one but you and maybe your buyer can know what you’re planning, and no one but you can know when. And the girls don’t find out that you knew either. I just happened to find this stuff, OK?”
“Sure. I understand. You don’t want us to close the shop? I will if you say so!”
“I know you would, but I don’t want you to. Whoever wonders in, they come in. Fat old guys, whatever. The girls will have security, so if there’s any trouble, you’ll have plenty of help to finesse it.”
Beth wanted it in writing, so they dickered about what happened if covid screwed up the arrangements, and then wrote up an agreement covering what they’d talked about, Beth printed it out, and they both signed it. Done.
“Umm, Larissa, why me? Why this shop?”
“Oh, Suzy looked for a shop that wasn’t brand aligned for stock freedom reasons, near to the stadium, and open enough that the girls will feel on edge in here.” Beth laughed. “It’s hard to explain what it’s like being a billionaire heiress, Beth. So wrapped up in cotton wool. It’s a rite of passage for a girl to dance in her undies at a party and have their parents get horrified. I did it when I was fifteen. You?” Beth nodded, when she was seventeen. “Right. Just have to do it differently when you have security around you all the time.”
Back out in the shop she found Sienna waiting by the counter, positively buzzing with excitement. She showed Larissa two outfits, and yes, one was sexy for sure. It’d be hard to find an outfit that covered less, and Sienna was well built up top, so it really would be something. The other outfit was more tarty than classy, but Sienna believed in it, so Larissa smiled at it. Carol’s outfit was more carefully chosen - an expensive corset and thong with stockings that would look very nice indeed.
“Great. Love them all. Do you want me try something on?” Sienna got a big smile and showed her a bodysuit that was entirely transparent except for some lace around the breasts, but not where her nipples would be. Larissa grinned and went into the changing booth. A couple of minutes later, she pulled the curtain back to be confronted by a rather surprised young man. “Don’t mind me,” she said, “just look at your girlfriend, not me.” Sienna was still out in the shop, testing her, obviously, so Larissa walked out on the floor. “What do you think?” Sienna’s mind was blown, and Larissa grinned at her. “Carol?” She was speechless to, so Larissa pulled around her breasts, and said, “This is a pretty good fit. I really like it. Thanks.” She want back in the changing booth, popped the rivets, took her thong off, and then put on her other clothes over the bodysuit.
“OK,” she said to Beth, “I’ll buy the lot.” She handed Beth the tag, and then paid. At cost, she noticed, not what was on the labels.
Outside, as they walked through the shopping mall, Sienna said, “Fucking that was amazing. I’m so turned on on now.”
“Well, that’s what I wanted. Obviously, that’s where we’re going to go on the grand final day, but you’re not to say anything at all about that, OK?” Sienna promised not to. “OK. But you still have your other underwear on under your lovely dress?”
“Oh, I should’ve thought, but I wanted to show it to you!”
“Alright. While we’re at our next place, you can sneak into a toilet somewhere and change into either of those new sets.”
“Where are we going?” Larissa wouldn’t say though she gave the address to Carol. In the limo, Sienna said she wanted to know about the rest of her sisters, and she’d just got to the end of the list when they got to their next destination. “Mind-blowing,” Sienna said about her sisters, “I’m so jealous. I’ve never had a sister in my heart like that, and you’ve got heaps!”
“So can you, Sienna, if you work at it. Anyway, this is one of my customers, I’m finishing up something with them, and you might find it useful.”
She led them into the corporate reception, and the receptionist led them further into the building to their TV studio, where she found the CEO who’d first engaged her. “Hi Marcus!”
“Hi Larissa.”
“Hey before we get into it, Sienna’s a friend of mine who’s interested in the whole video side of things, so I brought her along. Her family’s got plenty of investments but none of them overlap with your business - I checked. So if it’s OK, can she watch the process? But if you don’t want her party to anything commercial, I can ask her to step out for the actual content.”
“I know who Sienna is.” He thought about that. “Sienna, I’m going to trust you to not remember the details you hear, so they don’t make it into the press, and it would be good if you mention to your dad that I let you watch.”
“Gotcha Marcus,” Sienna said with a smile. “You can rely on me for that.”
“OK. Larissa, things related to your campaign are going really well, so this is pretty light today. Just affirming that you’re happy with what we’re doing, and anything you want to say to our staff. Especially after last week. It would be awesome if you could tell them something that isn’t public, but I understand if you don’t want to. But are you happy? You read what I sent you?”
“I did, on the plane this morning. I certainly want to talk about the outcomes in Gippsland, and why they’re so strong, and we can talk about how they might impact on what you’re doing. And I’m happy with what you’re doing, but I do want to talk up the high school bit, you’ll see why. As far as last week ... I can talk about it a little, but just about everything is public. Actually, I wondered, does Bob own any of your stock now?”
“He does, but he didn’t get it through Isla.”
Ahh. That deal. OK that was fine. “Actually, for last week, there’s some stuff that isn’t quite public, I talked about it in church. Maybe you should watch the first ten minutes of that while we get our makeup on?”
“You should,” Sienna said, “it was amazing.”
They sat side by side while they got their make up done, watching the first bit of church. Sienna looked at the video set up while they were doing that, and then stopped the church broadcast when Larissa asked her to. “Interesting,” Marcus said, “and obviously a great church service, can you send me the link for later? But of course, we’re not doing church.”
“No, of course. But the gun bit, that’s not public public. I don’t think there’s anything else that isn’t public that can be.”
“You said the cop with you was a friend?”
“Actually, that bit isn’t public. I only ever talked to David once without cops in the room watching me. They were really good to me, very protective, and that policemen is the one who took Lacey off me when I was in the water.”
Marcus smiled. “OK, if we can talk about that, that’d be wonderful.”
Once their makeup was done, they got organised in their seats and miked up and the producer got all the lighting and sound sorted to his happiness. Then they ran through a brief overview of the script. This was their third chat, second in person, and they both were comfortable with each other and adlibbing around a rough outline that said who was going to introduce new subjects.
Once the team said they were ready, they started the cameras and Larissa and Marcus started chatting about how they were going. They were just about to get into a discussion about Larissa’s adventures when the producer said ‘cut’, and said he had to adjust something. The third time he said that, Marcus just keep going, and Larissa laughed out loud. It got even funnier when the producer grabbed his hair and started pulling on it. Marcus laughed as well, and said, “No, we’re going to keep going. We don’t want to waste Larissa’s time.”
The producer threw in the towel and they kept going, talking about how Larissa had the police protecting her, and the bit about the gun, which Marcus was appropriately compassionate about. Then they got onto the subject of her campaign and how it was going, and she talked about the amazing outcomes in Gippsland, and why: the corporate support, Louise, and the students, and she talked a little about the student lead, so focused on it that she tossed her exams away. Then the outcomes: better health, better happiness, better love. Oh, and a pile of money for the companies that got on board, and she explained why. Then Marcus worked through the things they were doing, and their outcomes, and asked Larissa to comment. Finally, he asked about Kayla’s company, and whether Larissa wanted to say anything about that. She grinned and said that she couldn’t possibly break commercial in confidence stuff, but everyone eventually had to face facts about where the money was, even if they didn’t want to support Australian women. But of course, this company did, right? Very very much so, Marcus said, and closed up talking up their support for women, both employees and customers.
Finished? Yes, the producer said, but this time, Marcus wasn’t happy on reflection, and they did the last bit again, so Marcus could remember to mention a couple of programs and a leader he didn’t mention. Done? Yes, done now.
“Thanks, Larissa. Worth every cent and more,” Marcus said. “After last week ... I just don’t even know how to describe you to people. But can I ask, what happens to that girl you talked about?”
“Oh well, her parents are pretty unhappy, they feel she’s thrown her career away. Also because of the video, I didn’t mention that.” She told Marcus about the video, and what Ebony said about it in assembly. “Anyway, I told them, don’t worry. She owned that video, so she wins, it’ll only keep her out of boring companies she wouldn’t want to work for anyway, and qualifying for uni via exams is for normal people. I’ll drop a word in somewhere, and probably some money, and she’ll get in. I have to look after her.”
“I rather thank that we’d like to do that,” Marcus said. “If you can introduce her to me, I’ll make sure she’s looked after very well, for just a little bit of recognition. She sounds like a very remarkable young woman.”
“Oh, she is. I figured someone would help me help her out, but that’s much easier than I thought. Thanks very much. Anyway, I hate to do this, but we’ve got to run, I’m afraid.”
“Marcus, I really appreciate you letting me watch - it’s been incredibly useful for me. I mean, all the behind the scenes stuff. I don’t remember a word either of you said,” Sienna said with a grin, and Marcus laughed.
In the limo, Sienna was going off about that experience. “Larissa, I can’t believe that. When you said I was your slave for the day,” (Larissa laughed at the expression on Carol’s face, who turned around from the front seat in disbelief when she heard that) “I hardly expected it would be so awesome. That was an am-az-ing experience. I learnt so much! And it’s really nice he’s going to look after that girl you talked about.”
Larissa grinned. “He’s getting value for money there, don’t worry about that.”
Next stop was lunch, and they met the other girls at a beautiful restaurant built on a point right out above the water, and they sat outside at the best table, waving to the people walking by on the walking track along the foreshore. This time, they intended to be seen, to be obvious, to be on display. Solid kisses and tight hugs all around where everyone could see, once at the door and then again at the table where the paparazzi could take photos, to make sure the point was made. Once that was done, they settled down to talk and enjoy each other’s company. Larissa, Sienna, Harper, Patti, and Sarah, and they posed and got the waitress to take a photo of them to share with the other girls: ‘missing you all!’.
The first subject of discussion was David Jones, because this morning’s headlines were that the police had found the bodies of three teenage girls in his backyard, right where Anna had said, and the photo on the front page was Anna’s ring, along with the story. And some enterprising journalist had dug up better photos of the three girls than the police had released, and everyone could see: they were all nearly identical in looks to Larissa. Larissa had figured out that would be the case a few days earlier, but hadn’t said anything. “No wonder,” Harper said, “that he couldn’t think straight when he looked at Larissa,” and the other girls agreed. The media was full of comment about that, of course.
“Well, that’s why Isla didn’t make it today,” Patti said, “because she’s up there comforting her mum.”
“And moving her out, I heard,” Sarah said.
“Hell yes, I would never live there again,” Harper said, “no way.”
“What happens to the house now?” Sienna asked. “No one will want to live in it. Who owns it?”
Larissa shrugged. “Probably Bob does. I expect he’ll sit on it for a few years until the outrage dies down, and then roll it over. But he hasn’t said anything about it to me.”
From there, discussion moved onto their manifesto. The girls wanted to know, how did they think it would go for Sienna’s and Sarah’s family.
“Total waste of time for my father,” Sarah said.
“I’m not sure about mine,” Sienna said. “At first I thought it would be a waste of time, but today, Julian and his assistant, who’s some fossil with centuries of experience in the fossil fuel industry, they’re at my dad’s headquarters right now laying out the grounds for change. I would’ve said that would never happen.”
“What will they say, Larissa?” Sarah asked.
“Well, Layna showed you the data and the forecasts, but they’ll spend all day going through it - is it good? Is it solid? Some of the data isn’t published yet, Julian’s pretty well connected now, so they’ll have to go through that carefully. But then they’ll just say to her dad that, ‘keeping investing in carbon is a fool’s game for them and us’ and that he should move away from it as quickly as he can for the sake of his fortune. Julian used to talk to business people about what’s good for the earth, but the business guys that would listen to that listened years ago, and anyway we don’t need to anymore, it’s now simply, ‘why don’t you want to make money’? But Sarah, it’s about what timeline you’re thinking about. Are you focusing on returns over the next two to three years, in which case, it’s carbon all the way. But if you’re thinking in terms of five or ten years, or ‘what’s my legacy’, why burn your children’s wealth up? Your money, that’s what your dad’s flushing down the drain. And Bob tells me, they’re all thinking hard about their legacy this week, after David Jones was flushed down the toilet, and his fortune given away for a song ... that really hit them hard.”
There was a silence after she said that, and then Harper said, “Has he actually been flushed down the toilet has he?”
“Not sure if it’s done yet,” Larissa said. “I talked to Isla last night, she was down at Bob’s place, and flying up this morning, and she said they’ve got his ashes, and Anna’s steaming mad all over again, and her friend Andrea’s coming around sometime today, and they’re all going to piss in the toilet on his ashes, and then flush it.”
The girls were shaking their heads, and then Patti said, “Isla’s pretty out there, actually. I would’ve said, after our weekend, that she was the most timid of us, but hell, laughing and joking about getting her tits felt up on TV, making that boy come in front his mother and hers, pissing on her dad’s ashes ... wow.”
“What I want to know, Larissa,” Sienna said, “is whether Isla was joking when she said Julian and Joe could feel up her tits. I sat there and thought about that, and I reckon that’s on.”
Larissa was caught out on that one and managed to say, “You’ll have to ask Isla.”
That was greeted with gales of laughter; the girls knew now. “Oh, we will!”
“Talking about playing with tits, tell us about Eloise,” Sarah said.
“Who’s Eloise?” Patti asked.
“Apparently, when the guys went out to have their adventure during our weekend, when they got there, there was a girl out there, named Eloise. I didn’t think that that there was supposed to be, Larissa? And apparently, Julian was all over her, hogged her to himself, got all over her tits, had sex with her. And Larissa, you said you were confident in Julian. Want to explain?”
Larissa frowned. “I wondered how long it would take to get asked about her. So we did not know she was going to be there, and as soon as Julian saw her, he knew that there’d be trouble. So this is what happened with Eloise...” She explained, and then what she did afterwards, after Sienna’s dick was such a dick. “So I got a text message from Eloise yesterday, she says she’s doing really well, and she’s really thankful for our help, made a big difference to her life, pointed her in a new direction, one that she’s much happier about.”
“Wow,” Sienna said, “my dick really was a dick. A big dick in all the wrong ways. But Sarah, your guy ... you happy about that?”
“No. Not at all. I’m sorry, Larissa.”
“Yeah, well, I’m sorry too. I wasn’t going to say something but given what you heard ... I had to. But it depends on your rules. Layna said to Joe, he coulda done that with her by their rules, and in some contexts he would, but only if he thought it was really good for Eloise, and Joe, he couldn’t think that given those circumstances. That’s why Julian got her to go to sleep afterwards, even though she promised to make him come first. And don’t worry, I made up for it for him!”
They laughed. “I bet you did!” Sienna said.
“I think it’s great that you looked after her like that,” Harper said. “Awesome, in fact. And Cornelia’s guy ... should we tell her what happened too?”
“I don’t know. Julian said he was a nice guy, liked him, and he was nice to Eloise, though he did get his hands all over her tits when she offered. But maybe that’d be OK with Cornelia? I don’t know?”
“I think,” Patti said, “given that we all know, one of us should tell her, quietly. Anyone going up to Brisbane?”
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