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                                  Andrew Roller Presents
                              NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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                               A MANSION FOR MASOCHISTS

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                                     Chapter Fourteen

         "Please come to New York," Lilith had urged Alicia over the phone.  
"I'm having such a wonderful time here, but it would be even better 
with you."  Alicia had been working at her newfound job in the campus 
bookstore when Lilith called.  It was quite a shock to suddenly go from 
making small talk about the price of pencils and Lifesavers to a 
dialectic on the advantages of a free seat in first class and world class 
hotel suites and restaurants.
         Alicia had considered Lilith's proposal for a moment, and then 
decided that since her part time job would never cover such a trip, 
she'd better take the opportunity while it was offered.  She hung up the 
phone, excused herself by telling the dour woman in charge of the store 
that she suddenly felt ill, and dashed home, sprinting across the 
sidewalks of the campus as men turned their heads to catch a glimpse 
of her derriere under her flying miniskirt.
         Alicia was greeted at the base of the speedway by a limo driver.   
He led her to the car as a second man took her baggage claim ticket and 
went to fetch her suitcase.  Soon Alicia found herself comfortably 
ensconced in the plush interior of the locked limo as it whisked her 
downtown.  In the front seat the driver and his assistant chatted 
amiably about football.
         It occurred to Alicia as she watched the skyscrapers of Manhattan 
drift closer that now she would be entirely in Lilith's domain.  Her car 
would not be parked outside the hotel.  Her campus apartment would not 
be fifteen minutes' drive away.  In a sense, she was a prisoner.  She 
wondered if the driver would stop the limo and let her out if she 
insisted.  What was it that made Alicia so valuable to Lilith that the 
woman would buy her a one way ticket to New York and put her up in her 
own hotel suite?  Alicia's personality was an asset, to be sure, but in 
the end Alicia was but as a naive schoolgirl to the mature Lilith.  Alicia 
glanced down at her ample cleavage, and the curve of her thighs below.  
Lilith might have the more sophisticated personality, but the youthful 
vigor of Alicia's body could best the woman's own figure in any contest.  
Alicia trembled briefly as she realized where her true value lay.
         Alicia was escorted by a doorman at the hotel through the 
gargantuan lobby and up a lift to Lilith's suite.  Alicia half expected to 
be introduced to an orgy in progress, and wondered if she would respond 
as was wished.  Instead Lilith sat alone, garbed in a modest black gown, 
sipping tea.  Far from superintending a wild debauch, she looked almost 
lonely.
         "Ohh, you're finally here," Lilith exclaimed happily to Alicia.  She 
rose and greeted the girl, and it was only then that Alicia noticed that 
a couple sat quietly across from where Lilith had been drinking her tea.  
Lilith escorted Alicia past the potted fern which had blocked the 
blonde's view of her guests and introduced her.  
         "This is Deliah," Lilith said of an attractive, well-bred woman 
who looked about 30.  She had brown, shoulder length hair and was 
impeccably attired.  "And this is James," Lilith said of a handsome man 
with broad shoulders and an aristocratic visage.  Both looked as if they 
had just finished a day of executive decisionmaking in New York's 
plusher conference rooms.  Conservatively dressed, they seemed to 
exude power.  The couple greeted Alicia warmly.  
         A pleasant conversation followed, in which the couple proffered 
information about their affairs and asked Alicia about her schooling.  
When the couple had left Alicia suggested to Lilith that they take a dip 
together in the hotel's pool.  
         "I'm sorry, dear, after that long flight the last thing you probably 
wanted to do was sit here and talk," Lilith said.
         "No, I enjoyed it, really," Alicia said.  "They're a very nice couple.  
I hope I'm like Deliah someday."
         "You'll marry well," Lilith replied, with the sureness of a psychic.
         Lilith begged off the swim, so Alicia stepped into the bathroom 
by herself and slipped into her bikini.  With a peck on Lilith's cheek she 
thanked the woman for the trip and skipped out of the suite.  A sign by 
the elevator in the hall indicated that a pool was located on the roof.  It 
was reserved solely for the wealthiest guests on the upper floors.  
Alicia, being the guest of such a guest, bade the lift to take her upward.  
         The hotel's penthouse pool was heated, and lit with submerged 
lamps.  Starlight reflected off its surface, competing with the lights of 
nearby skyscrapers.  A sign stated that the pool was chlorine free.  
There were no other swimmers present.  Alicia lowered herself into the 
steamy pool and luxuriated in its warmth.  The water was clear as 
crystal, and was fed by a small waterfall at one end that spilled from a 
wall.  The pool deepened in the middle, but at either end she could 
stand.  Alicia floated on her back, then paddled over to the falls.  She 
stepped into them and let the water cascade over her breasts.  The 
falling water tugged at her skimpy bikini bra, threatening to remove it.
         Alicia bobbed about in the pool by herself for awhile.  Eventually 
she was drawn back to the waterfall.  Once again the tumbling water 
pulled at her little brassiere.  Suddenly Alicia wondered what it would 
feel like to actually take the falls' suggestion.  She glanced over her 
slim shoulder.  Nobody.  Alicia put a hand to each of her bikini straps 
and pulled them from her shoulders simultaneously.  The falling water 
took care of the rest.  
         Alicia squealed as she suddenly found herself bare-breasted 
beneath the falls.  She wriggled her breasts, making them wobble 
rapidly from side to side.  With a hum of delight she then lifted up her 
bosoms with her palms in a sort of offering to the falls, her breasts 
now as free as the water which spilled over them.  Alicia's nipples 
perked up as the water assuaged them.
         "Hello," a man's voice called.  Alicia spun about, then quickly 
covered her breasts with her hands.  Even in her state of dishabille 
Alicia retained a prim allure.  She did not grasp her breasts with her 
palms, but rather had instinctively placed her fingers over them.  Her 
digits were stiff and pressed close together, except for the pinkie on 
each hand which trailed away at an angle as if she were lifting a 
teacup.  Her thumbs also extended away from her fingers, pointing up 
toward her face.  Below her breasts her fallen bikini top floated about 
the base of her ribs in the churning water, still fastened about her 
torso.  The man gazing at her was James.
         "You look like a little water nymph," James smiled.  "How about a 
bite to eat?"
         "I guess so," Alicia said.  She smiled wanly and turned back 
toward the falls.  A vision of her father beckoning her to dinner floated 
through her mind.
         James walked around the side of the pool and came up beside the 
falls.  He had exchanged his business suit for more casual attire.  It 
was a Friday night, and James looked ready to partake of whatever 
sophisticated delights a man of his stature was accustomed to in New 
York.  He was dressed in a vanilla sport jacket and slacks, much like a 
man in the tropics might wear.  Alicia thrust her breasts deeper into 
the falls.  The water obscured them, hiding them from her own eyes and 
those of James.
         "What shall I wear?" Alicia inquired of James without looking up 
at him.
         "Just what you have on if you like," James replied.  "This place 
isn't picky about attire, though it is well appointed."
         "Is it somebody's house?" Alicia asked.  James laughed.  
         "Of course not," James said.  "This is New York."  His comment left 
Alicia wondering a bit.  In Iowa one always wore one's Sunday best, 
even when going to a restaurant of only modest appointment.  Perhaps 
in Manhattan it was possible to eat out in a bikini, strange as that 
sounded.  Alicia wondered whether James' comment about wearing "just 
what you have on" was in reference to her bra as it had been before he 
arrived at the pool, or after.  Alicia told James she would join him in a 
minute and the man said he would be waiting for her with his wife in a 
limo outside the lobby.
         When James had departed Alicia pulled her bra back up over her 
bosoms.  She climbed from the pool and toweled herself off.  She shook 
out her hair and admired herself in the partially steamed glass that 
reflected back her image while offering a view of the city below.  Now 
she was about to step out into that city, and suddenly she felt 
frightened.  Thankfully Lilith had introduced her to James.  He would be 
her guardian, and his wife (so she hoped) would guard her from him.  
Alicia slipped her high heels back on and made for the lift.
         When Alicia arrived back at the hotel room Lilith was gone.  
Alicia had half expected this, as a close friend of Lilith's, unknown to 
Alicia, was sick in the hospital.  Lilith had left a note:

"Sorry to leave you.  Going to see Millicent.  Mick away on business 
(again).  James and Deliah desire your company at dinner.  Hope James 
finds you.  If you're in a rush just pull on the woolen sweater I laid out 
for you.  The place isn't picky.  Take the belt too.  It will keep your 
bottom warm.  s/Lilith"
         
         Alicia glanced at the pullover sweater.  It was a beautiful beige, 
just the right color to match her white bikini panties.  Beside it a black 
leather belt with a silver buckle gleamed darkly.  Alicia wondered at 
Lilith's remark about the belt.  Fastened about her waist, there was no 
way it could keep her heinie heated.  Only if it were taken off, perhaps 
later in the evening, could it be used to warm her posterior.  Alicia 
trembled.
         Despite her misgivings, Alicia decided upon pulling on the 
sweater that it would look best if worn with the belt.  She picked up 
the strip of leather, weighing it briefly in her palms, and then fastened 
it on.  Her bikini panties were now almost dry.  Alicia tossed back her 
hair and admired herself in a mirror.  It was then that she first noticed 
the sweater's special quality.  Alicia had discarded her bikini bra, 
preferring the freedom she felt without it.  But the sweater proved to 
be of loosely spun wool, meaning that there were gaps between the 
woven fibers, much like fishnet, but with smaller, more discreet 
apertures.  Should Alicia's nipples become erect they might easily find 
their way through the woolen strands to poke out in all their naked 
glory.
         Alicia was thinking of trading the sweater for something else 
when there was a knock at the door.
         "Come on!" James, standing outside, exclaimed when Alicia opened 
the door.  "You're dressed?  Good," James said.  "Deliah is growing 
impatient."  James took Alicia by the hand and hurried her down the hall 
to a waiting elevator.  He smiled at Alicia as the elevator doors closed 
and a taciturn bellhop pressed the button for the ground floor.  Alicia 
glanced down demurely at her feet.  They descended in silence.
         Alicia felt a twinge of embarrassment as James led her through 
the lobby.  Everywhere heads turned, as usual, to gaze at Alicia's 
beauty.  Her skimpy attire only served to heighten their interest.  Her 
heels clicked on colored tiles as she exited the lobby and crossed the 
covered automobile pavilion that extended out toward the street from 
the front of the hotel.  A doorman waited by the one of the limo's side 
doors, which stood open.  Without paying undue attention to Alicia the 
doorman guided Alicia into the depths of the limo and closed the door 
upon her.  James crossed around the back of the limo and entered from 
the far side.
         Inside, the smoked glass of the limo tempered the glaring lights 
of the auto pavilion.  A sheet of darkened glass also divided the main 
passenger compartment of the limo from the driver.  Communication 
between James and the driver was to be solely through an intercom.  
The wealthy were noted for their privacy, and this limo certainly 
provided that, Alicia reflected.  She smiled at Deliah, who sat beside 
her, dressed in a blouse and miniskirt.  Deliah smiled back.  Like her 
husband, she had changed into casual apparel as well.  
         "O.K., driver," James called through the intercom.  The running 
engine shifted gears and the limo surged forward.  The pavilion slipped 
away and the colored tiles beneath the wheels of the limo were 
replaced by asphalt.
         A bit of small talk was exchanged between the couple and Alicia, 
but then the ride slipped into silence.  It was as if a storm were 
brewing, as if an unspoken promise was about to be fulfilled.  Alicia 
thought to herself how she hardly knew the couple beside her.  She 
began wishing she had come wearing more concealing attire.  It was 
then that James reached across to Deliah's blouse and undid the top 
button.
         They were sitting in traffic, waiting for a stoplight to change as 
shoppers surged past the limo and cars waited with running engines 
beside it.  Alicia watched out of the corner of her eye as James flipped 
open Deliah's next button, and then her next.
         The light changed as James reached the bottom of Deliah's blouse.  
Its halves separated.  James reached up and pulled the fabric of the 
blouse back to reveal one of Deliah's breasts.  The limo sped past 
unseeing crowds.  Some looked right at Alicia, and Deliah beyond, but 
their stares were blank, made ignorant by the glass.
         At a second movement of James' hand Deliah's remaining breast 
was uncovered.  Then he cupped her bosom that was closest to him with 
his palm and passed his thumb over her nipple.  Its bud responded.  When 
James had made Deliah's first nipple erect, he proceeded to her second.  
He grazed it with his fingers, quickly bringing it to full flower.  
Alicia's nipples needed no such encouragement.  Merely watching the 
pair surreptitiously had caused her buds to rise until they peaked 
through the woolen fabric of her sweater.  The little nubs poked 
through, further adding to the allure of her sweater, which already 
clung tightly to her bosoms, outlining the thrust of their cleavage and 
the flatness of her tummy below.
         James bent down and began suckling Deliah's breasts.  The woman 
gave a contented sigh and let her head roll backward.  James supped at 
her bosoms for what seemed like hours.  Occasionally Deliah extended 
the tip of her tongue and whetted her upper lip.  Alicia, watching, 
licked her lips involuntarily.  Deliah slid her hips forward on the bench 
seat until most of her bottom no longer rested on the plush leather.  
She kicked up her heels and set them down on a low mahogany table 
that squatted in front of the seat.  
         James lifted his mouth from Deliah's breasts.  Her nipples 
glistened wetly.
         "You make a wonderful aphrodisiac," James smiled at Alicia.  
"Would you care to remove Deliah's panties?  I'm going to take her now."
         "ButÑ" Alicia protested.
         "Please?" James inquired.  Alicia gazed at the man for a moment.  
He was very handsome.  Her mind wondered if his dick matched his face 
and shoulders in beauty.  Her manners told her it would be most 
improper for her to remove another woman's panties.  Still, it wasn't 
her own panties she was being asked to remove.      
         "Please?" James repeated.  Alicia relented.  She scooted herself 
off the couch and knelt facing Deliah.  Delicately she reached up inside 
the woman's miniskirt and caught hold of the waistband of her panties.  
They were made of white silk.  With one svelte movement Alicia 
slipped the panties down Deliah's smooth, tanned thighs and over her 
pretty knees.  She was about to let go, leaving the little garment about 
Deliah's calves, when James intervened.
         "Off," James, his hands still occupied above Deliah's waist, said 
to Alicia.  "All the way off, please."  Alicia obeyed.  She tugged the 
panties down the remainder of Deliah's legs and past the cloying straps 
of her heels.  Alicia wondered if Deliah would eventually undress her in 
turn.  If James was well endowed, she just might find herself 
appreciating such a reprisal.
         Alicia passed Deliah's panties over the spikes of her heels and 
held them aloft.
         "What should I do with these?" Alicia asked James.  
         "Stuff them in her mouth," James replied.  Not really wanting to, 
but at the same time feeling a wicked desire to assist in the woman's 
denouement, Alicia knelt upon the seat and bade Deliah open her mouth.  
Deliah assented, and Alicia stuffed in the panties.
         "I hope she wasn't wearing these all day or anything," Alicia said 
as she tucked the final folds of the crumpled panties between Deliah's 
parted lips.  
         "I hope she was," James said.  He shucked off his trousers and his 
penis sprang forth.  Alicia gasped, even though the instrument was not 
intended for her.  It was large, larger even than most dildos, and 
throbbing with virility.  Alicia watched with unchecked admiration as 
James' penis bobbed up and down, his hand lifting up the front of 
Deliah's miniskirt to reveal her pussy.
         James knelt down on the floor, his butt bumping up against the 
side of the mahogany table.  He bent his head down until his tongue 
found Deliah's slit.  The woman moaned.  Alicia felt her own hands 
drifting over her thighs to almost meet at the juncture of her legs.  It 
took restraint not to begin rubbing herself at the sight laid out before 
her.  The cotton panties in Deliah's mouth muffled her screams as 
James assiduously ministered to her pussy.  Alicia felt herself 
becoming more and more excited as the woman before her suffered 
climax after climax at the hands of her handsome suitor.  James 
slurped studiously, his drying saliva still sparkling on Deliah's 
quivering, upturned nipples.
         Alicia bent forward and plucked the panties from Deliah's mouth.  
She leaned in and engaged the lolling woman in a spontaneous kiss.  
James looked up, his eyes admiring the curve of Alicia's pantied rear as 
she knelt on the seat, kissing his wife.  The belt above Alicia's derriere 
was a welcome sight; his own slacks and the skirt of his wife had none.  
James hoped he would get an opportunity to use the belt; not, of course, 
to hold up his pants.
         Alicia's bottom wriggled as she kissed Deliah deeply.  James rose 
from his wife's cunt.  He turned to the mahogany table, whose near side 
could be lifted up and locked into place.  James lifted up the side, 
extending the length of the table so that it nearly touched their seat.  
James then mounted the table, kneeling upon it, and kneed his way 
forward until his penis pressed at the entrance of his wife's vagina.  
Alicia, sensing James' presence, turned her head to be engaged by him 
in a French kiss.  Meantime James, feeling his way, urged himself up 
within his wife's cunt.
         James passed a hand over Alicia's cleavage, tweaking her exposed 
nipples.  His hand slipped around to her back and down her sweater to 
her belt.  He fingered it.
         "I hope this will prove useful later this evening," James said to 
Alicia, disengaging his lips from hers.  Alicia felt the pressure of 
James' hand upon her belt.
         "I'm afraid it may," Alicia whispered.  James then transferred his 
mouth to that of his wife, as Alicia, with glistening eyes, looked on.  
James surged himself upward inside Deliah.  His penis embedded itself 
to the hilt.  Alicia reached down and gave James' balls an encouraging 
squeeze.  James began working his hips in and out, his member sluicing 
inside the tight but wet confines of Deliah's pussy.  
         Alicia released her hold on James' testicles to watch them slap 
against the innermost curve of Deliah's bottom.  At James' urging she 
began swatting his buttocks with her palm.  At first  Alicia struck him 
lightly, but at his demand she hit him with all her might.  James' butt 
cheeks began turning red as she spurred him onward toward the climax 
he so earnestly sought.
         At the last moment James withdrew his rod and, kneeing his way 
onto the seat, stuck it into his wife's open mouth.  Her lidded eyes 
sprang open as she attempted to accommodate the sudden intrusion.  
Alicia, herself almost crazed by what was transpiring before her, knelt 
in close against the back of the seat and put her own mouth down next 
to Deliah's.  James, his rod steaming, withdrew from his wife's orifice 
and slammed himself directly into Alicia's inviting mouth.  Now it was 
Alicia's turn to gape.  She had not expected to actually be offered the 
fruit of James' manhood in preference to his wife!  No sooner had James 
thrust inside Alicia than his sperm began shooting forth in gruelly 
spurts, splattering the back of Alicia's mouth and running unbidden 
down her throat.  Alicia's cheeks swelled as she fought to contain 
James' sperm.  Semen bubbled from the corners of her mouth and ran 
down to her chin.  Deliah came to the rescue just in time, urging James' 
penis from Alicia's lips with her fingers.  She replaced Alicia's mouth 
with her own, accepting the last ejaculations from James herself, 
buying Alicia time to swallow.  
         James had just emptied his load, his prick still stiff, when he 
withdrew himself from his wife and plunged back into Alicia's mouth.  
Her lips closed and sucked upon him, but only one or two drops were to 
be had.  Slowly James' member began to soften.  Deliah tickled his balls 
with her sharp fingernails.
         The limo was just pulling in to the restaurant as Alicia and 
Deliah used her moist panties to wipe James' semen from their lips.  
         "My, our lips sure are glossy, aren't they?" Deliah commented, 
looking into a mirror with Alicia.
         "Yes!" Alicia giggled.  "I hope nobody asks what kind of great 
lipstick we use."
         James had pulled his underwear and pants back on but Deliah, now 
bereft of panties, could only smooth down her miniskirt.  As carefully 
as he had undone them, James began buttoning up the buttons on 
Deliah's blouse.  Alicia helped, fastening the upper buttons while James 
did the lower.  As Alicia worked she couldn't help admiring how the 
blouse closed tautly over Deliah's cleavage, its fabric stretching to 
just barely come together over her tits.  Even when closed the blouse 
could not conceal the protruding peaks of Deliah's sheathed bosoms.  
The two girls would be quite a sight when they walked into the 
restaurant.  Alicia prayed that her own nipples would soften and slip 
back beneath the wooly strands of her sweater.
         Upon entering the restaurant Alicia found that her concern for her 
own modesty was unneeded.  While the hostess inside the front door 
was dressed conventionally, all the waitresses were topless.  Each girl 
had long hair, but each had her hair tied back in a neat ponytail which 
prevented her mane from hiding her cleavage.  Alicia and Deliah walked 
unnoticed past their fellow diners, most of whom were dressed as 
scantily as they were.
         The trio had ordered and were waiting for their meal when Deliah 
reached over into James' lap.  Alicia thought she heard a zipping sound.  
The next moment James let out his breath fairly forcefully as Deliah 
began what appeared to be a stroking motion between his thighs.  A 
moment later Alicia realized that Deliah had unzipped James' fly and 
was massaging his penis.
         "Is it erect?" Alicia whispered to Deliah, in part to confirm her 
suspicions.
         "Yes," Deliah breathed.  She continued her ministration for close 
to a minute then, at the sight of the returning waitress, returned her 
hands to her own lap.  Alicia wondered if Deliah would have been as 
bold if the three of them had not been seated in a booth.
         "Please tell me when you're ready to order," the waitress smiled, 
handing menus to each of them.  Alicia opened her menu and gasped.  No 
food was to be seen.  Instead, a variety of the most bizarre sexual 
entrees was available.
         "The Sperm a la Carte looks delicious," Deliah said aloud, reading 
from the selections.  "Your choice of penises served with a pair of tight 
balls aching to be released.  Fully charged and ready to feed you 
wherever you're hungriest.  Anal insertions a specialty."
         "This is too weird for me," Alicia said.  She attempted to rise but 
James caught her arm.
         "Ah, waitress," James called to the nearest topless girl.  "We 
were given the wrong menu.  We're here to eat, er, normal food."
         "Oh, I'm sorry!" the girl exclaimed.  She strode over with all the 
grace and trained efficiency of an employee of a five star restaurant.  
"Kari must have misunderstood.  Here, I'll take these..."  The girl 
retrieved the salacious menus.  A moment later they were replaced 
with leather binders offering the standard nourishment to which the 
average diner is accustomed to.
         The meal proceeded through cocktails and appetizers in relative 
silence.  Finally, not wanting to appear impolite to her hosts, and not 
knowing how else to break the ice, Alicia asked, "How come everyone 
else I see is eating ordinary food like us?  Were those menus just a 
sick joke?"
         "No," James said gently, as if preparing to explain some simple 
fact to a naive little girl.  "Depending on what you order from the, shall 
we say, more lascivious menus you are then escorted to the appropriate 
part of the restaurant.  For instance, if I ordered 'Hot Buns' I would be 
taken to a room where we could make use of that belt of yours without 
having your screams disturb the other diners."
         "Oh, I see," Alicia said, gulping.  She looked down at her salad and 
took another spoonful of lettuce.  She munched it slowly, then said, "I'm 
sorry if I spoiled things for you.  I was just so shocked when I saw that 
menu..."
         "Perhaps you wouldn't mind if Deliah and I had another look at it 
after dinner?" James asked.  "We might want to sample one of the 
selections before we leaveÑ"
         "Oh, please!" Alicia exclaimed over a mouthful of lettuce, then 
swallowed.  "I don't want to spoil your fun."
         "You just wanted a good dinner first, didn't you, dear?" Deliah 
smiled.  "I don't blame you.  Airplane food is the pits.  We really should 
have been more considerate of her needs, James."
         "Of course, dear," James agreed.  Then, that little detail resolved, 
James inquired of Alicia about her youth.  This was in large part a 
subtle compliment, implying that despite her misgivings about 
sophisticated adult entertainment Alicia was in no wise still a child.  
In part the couple had been misled, thinking that due to Alicia's 
reported adventures at Lilith's mansion she would jump right in with 
them in their pursuit of decadent fulfillment.  For a moment they had 
been miffed at Alicia's sudden recalcitrance.  But now her hesitation 
was proving a powerful aphrodisiac.  What could be more tantalizing 
than a girl who had to be coaxed into libertine delights?
         The meal progressed now on an even keel, with Alicia prattling 
happily about her childhood as James' prick grew to painful erection 
and Deliah's clitoris tingled with desire.  Around them couples of two 
or more would decorously read their menus, order, and then be escorted 
away.  Others would sit and eat and chat, apparently oblivious to the 
departure of adjacent diners and the scanty attire prevalent throughout 
the establishment.
         When dessert had been downed James ordered the return of the 
menus which they had been given originally.  Alicia found herself 
staring once more at the kinky selections, and tried not to read too 
much.

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