Jean-Claude had a small many-tailed whip in his hand. I'd been told once by a friend that I was too liberated for my own good. I hadn't moved on, I'd just hidden it away. Some of them had to shake my hand.
Only the barest fringe of fur covered his hips. He sat, rubbing his hands over his knees, nervous. He would truly take us? He said yes. Why am I mad? I said, almost to myself.
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