This is the last section of the Harem 10. Please enjoy it and send me feedback to KMB2476@aol.com
While Franklin explained his plot on the rooftop, on the ground Rose and Chloe sat on a bench outside the hospital. Rose just sat slumped forward, staring at her hands and wondering what to do next. Chloe sat beside her, but as the minutes ticked by, she finally lost her patience.
"Damn it Rose! I am not going to wait out here forever!" Chloe snapped. "You get up there and see her now!"
"I can't..." Rose insisted.
"Bullshit!" Chloe interrupted her. "You can and you will. I know you and I know you are not some whimpering little girl. You've come too far to be like that and I won't let you be scared now. You let this bitch get into your head and now she's got you so fucked up that you can't even face your friends!"
"It's not like that...it's..." Rose protested.
"It's exactly like that Rose!" Chloe interrupted again. "I am sick and tired of seeing you cry to me while hiding from your friends. I care about you so much and so do they. You think they'll stop caring about you if they find out the truth?"
"Yes," Rose quietly answered, her face buried in her hands. "If they know they'll never want to be near me again."
"I'm still here and I know," Chloe pointed out. "Why do you think they'd abandon you? Is it because that cunt told you they would? Why do you let her do this to you? I swear to God if I ever find out who she is I'm going to break her fucking neck."
"NO!" Rose shot up off the bench and grabbed Chloe's arm. "You can never find out who she is! If you do she'll do something to you! She'll hurt you!"
"I'm not scared of her, whoevever she is," Chloe said firmly. "I just want you to be right inside your head again Rose. She's got you all messed up and you're denying yourself what you want most. You don't want to be here with me. You want to be up there with them. They're probably in hell right know wondering whether or not you're ok. You have to let them know what's going on."
"I know," Rose replied, slumping back down onto the bench.
"Then do something about it," Chloe urged. "Stop being scared and go see them. Go see Sarah. Let them know you're alright. You need to be with them and don't pretend you don't. I've known you for so long Rose. What you have with them is so far beyond what you had with Brian. I can see how happy they make you. If you just run away from them then this bitch wins. She's taken away what you are. Don't let her win Rose. Just go up there and be with them."
Hearing this had Rose's tearducts welling up. She felt like she was about to sob right there on the bench, but she swallowed it and forced the tears down. She wasn't going to do this. She had to be strong. Chloe was right. She did need them. She had to go see them. But then Jaime's words from the other night still rang in her head. She wouldn't have been able to bear them turning against her and abandoning her.
"I just need a few more minutes," Rose said as her friend sat down beside her on the bench again. "Just give me a few more minutes Chloe."
Jennifer finally stirred and as she began to wake up she stretched in her chair. When she blinked open her eyes she was filled with the sudden terror of not knowing where she was, but then she remembered. She was back in the nightmare she hadn't been able to escape by sleeping. Sarah. Rose. Brad. Her problems were all still there.
"Jen?" Sarah asked softly from her bed.
"Yeah?" Jennifer replied, still shaking off her sleep. She looked out the window and saw it was turning into dusk. How long had she been out? She hadn't slept all night so she guessed it wasn't surprising that the entire day had slipped away from her.
"Are you ok?" Sarah asked. Jennifer looked over and, despite her obvious injuries, she saw that Sarah's face was filled only with concern for others. "Is something wrong?"
"You mean besides the obvious?" Jennifer bitterly remarked.
"Yes," Sarah pressed. "I can see something's bothering you. Something you're not telling us. You can tell me Jennifer."
"It's nothing," Jennifer said as she once again attempted to shield herself. But this time the shield had visible cracks and she couldn't hold it together. "It's just...it's just Brad..."
"What? What happened?" Sarah asked.
"He knows...he knows everything," Jennifer admitted, not wanting to keep the burden of her troubles secret anymore. "I mean I told him everything, but only after he figured it out. He caught me sneaking out of the house and at first he thought it was another guy so I had to tell him."
"Oh my God," Sarah gasped. She knew Jennifer loved Brad and that this was just about the most devastating thing that could have happened to her. She felt like she had to say something, but she didn't know what. This was too much and Sarah was grateful when Jewel walked back into her room.
"Well Alyssa is taking Love back to the mansion," Jewel reported. "The police are gone right now and she wanted to go home. She needs some sleep bad. She's really messed up right now."
"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked, shifting the subject off of her.
"Well I didn't want to say anything when she was here," Jewel said. "But Love really does blame herself for what happened with Rose. She's got all this guilt in her about it."
"Rose would never say it was her fault," Sarah claimed. "She would never say anything like that to her."
"I don't think she did," Jewel replied. "I think Love just feels like it's her fault for getting in that situation."
Jewel then saw the sad look on Jennifer's face and realized she had interrupted something.
"Hey, Jennifer, what's wrong?" Jewel asked.
"It's Brad," Sarah answered for her housemate.
"He knows," Jennifer said sadly. "He hates me now. I can tell. He's so furious at me for doing what I did. I just know he's going to want a divorce. I'd never seen him so mad. He told me I had to choose between him and you guys and then Love called and I just ran out of there. I didn't know what to do. I mean I wanted to stay, but I just couldn't leave you guys like this. Now it's over. I kept hoping he'd call or something today, but I haven't heard from him at all."
"You don't know that it's over," Sarah said. "Just because he's mad now doesn't mean he'll be mad forever."
"He just needs to calm down Jen," Jewel added. "He loves you. People react badly to things sometimes. Once he understands that you didn't want to hurt him he'll come around. He just needs to clear his head. I know men and I know they always end up calming down. It's not over between you and him. You can't think that."
"You didn't see him last night," Jennifer countered. "He was just furious. It was like he couldn't even stand to look at me. And he was right. I cheated on him. I did the worst thing a wife could do. I broke his heart."
"It's not like that at all," Sarah insisted. "You are a good, loving person Jennifer and Brad knows it. You're not some coldhearted, cheating bitch. This is totally different. Jewel's right. Once he understands things he'll come around. I know he will."
"Thanks guys," Jennifer said. "I know you're just trying to help and I'm not being very cooperative. It's just that you know I love you guys and everything...but Brad...he's my life. I don't know what I'd do without him."
"Well no matter what happens we'll be here for you Jennifer," Jewel assured her friend. Jennifer appreciated the gesture, but it wasn't much comfort. She had no idea what was going to happen and it was the not knowing part that was hurting her the most.
The room was then filled with an uncomfortable silence that made all three of the girls uncomfortable. None of them did anything to change that though. They didn't know what to say. Everything was in shambles. Sarah, Jennifer and Jewel didn't want to say it but there was an opportunity staring at them right in the face.
It was like there was a big fat reset button and as much as they didn't want to acknowledge the fact, it was awfully tempting not to reach out and touch it. They could all go their separate ways and return to the lives they had built before they had discovered their desires for other women. Jennifer could go back and try to repair her damaged marriage. Sarah could go and work toward her upcoming wedding to Freddie. Jewel could get back to her writing and touring schedule. This was a guilt free escape here for all of them. There would be no hurt feelings, just an ending to everything centered around the mansion.
With Sarah's injuries, Rose's arrest, Jennifer's marriage and the police investigation centered around their home, what had once seemed like an ideal life of fantasy was now overly complex and filled with danger. Would any of them have been faulted if they abandoned this new life and gone back to what had worked for them before?
That was not something any of them wanted to even think about though, much less suggest. All three girls acknowledged in their head that it was on option, but they didn't want to be the first one to have it pass their lips. Even after all that had happened they still wanted to press on. If one of them said they should stop, then there probably wouldn't have been too much resistance at that point, but that didn't mean it was going to be discussed.
Finally Sarah couldn't stand the silence anymore. She picked up the remote control near her bed and clicked on the television.
"It's time for the news," she explained. "Maybe they'll say something about Rose."
But Rose wasn't the story anyone was paying attention to and that was made quite clear when the cameras showed live shots of what was going on outside the hospital.
"What was a strange story just got stranger a few moments ago," the reporter explained. "Questions have surrounded last night's attack on actresses Sarah Michelle Gellar and Alyson Hannigan as to what they were doing at the Malibu address which once served as the center of operations for the notorious Hollywood madam Stephanie DuPont. Answers were given out a few moments ago..."
"What the hell?" Sarah asked in surprise as the broadcast cut to clips of the just completed press conference that had been held outside the hospital.
"It is to my great horror that the events of last night occurred," Waldo said as he read a prepared statement with Franklin and Delbert flanked him. "As the CEO of SLRJ Incorporated it was never my intention to lead Ms. Gellar or Ms. Hannigan into danger. We had intended to turn the mansion into the finest beachfront bed and breakfast the state of California had ever seen. We sought Ms. Gellar and Ms. Hannigan to serve as spokespeople for our business venture. Unfortunately a vicious stalker attacked them. If we in any way lead to the attack through our actions we can only offer our apologies and hope for the full recovery of both of these fine young ladies."
"What the hell is he doing?" Sarah asked as the report ended.
"A bed and breakfast? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," Jewel added.
"I'd rather they think it was a hotel than a what it really was," Jennifer countered. "I mean who cares what people think you were doing there if they don't know what was really going on."
"I think they're just trying to cover our tracks," Sarah said. "That's really sweet...I guess..."
"Is anyone going to buy that?" Jewel asked, hoping that somehow this story would stick.
"I've heard weirder stories," Jennifer said. "If people want to believe this then they will."
As Alyssa drove home she bitterly thought to herself that this was something she hadn't expected to be doing again. As far as she was concerned her home was in Malibu. That was where she wanted to be. Hell that was where she belonged. She had always thought that she was the only one who thought like she did about sex with other hot celebrities all day long. Now she knew there was a house full of them.
Since Rose had given her permission to move in last night, she had figured she would have spent today packing up her stuff and putting her place on the market. Obviously fate had had other plans and now everything was up in the air.
Alyssa had just dropped Love back at the mansion after imploring her to spend the night with her. She didn't want Love to be alone right now and there was plenty of room for her at her house. But the prospect hadn't seemed to interest Love very much. She had just wanted to be in her home tonight and in her bed. Alyssa couldn't blame her for feeling that way, but she also couldn't fathom why anyone would want to spend the night there with what had just happened, especially since the glass doors out to the pool were still shattered.
No matter how much Alyssa had asked her to reconsider, Love could not be swayed. So Alyssa gave up and headed home, promising to check in on Love that night. All throughout her drive Alyssa found herself wondering how everything could have ended up so fucked up so fast. She was deep in this thought process when her cell phone rang.
"Hello?" Alyssa said, ready to throw the phone out the window if it was another fucking reporter.
"Oh my God Alyssa, I just heard about Rose," a familiar voice said on the other end of the line. She didn't bother identifying herself. She had such a distinctive Southern twang that it was impossible not to know who she was.
"Hey Jaime," Alyssa sighed. "Yeah it's pretty fucked up."
"It just sounds terrible," Jaime Pressley said on the phone to her friend. Their friendship had lead to Jaime being cast in a guest starring role on "Charmed" recently and there was the possibility that her character might show up again at anytime. "I mean to see someone snap like that. Rose has always been weird if you ask me."
"Oh come on Jaime, I saw what happened," Alyssa interjected. "She was saving a friend from being raped. She did what she had to do."
"Yeah but she blinded the guy in one eye," Jaime pointed out. "That's just plain messed up. I mean you know her better than I do, do you think she's crazy or something?"
"Rose? No way," Alyssa insisted, wondering where this conversation was going. "She's a little out there but she's no crazier than you or me."
"Have you ever blinded anyone?" Jaime pointed out.
"Well, no," Alyssa admitted. "But I was also never in the type of situation Rose was in last night."
"It just seems really scary to know that someone you work with is capable of doing something like that," Jaime sighed. "I mean I wonder what else she's capable of. If she hurt that guy, she might have some kind of violent history or something."
Hearing that got Alyssa laughing.
"Rose? Violent? Please..." Alyssa said dismissively. "No way is she violent. And she's not crazy. She's just...you know...Rose."
"I'm just looking out for you," Jaime said. "I don't want my friend working with some psycho."
"Rose is not a psycho," Alyssa said. "I'll call you tomorrow, ok?"
"Sounds good," Jaime said. "We should get together soon. I've got something I think you'll like."
"Ooooh and what might that be?" Alyssa asked, hoping for any good news to brighten her day.
"Uh uh...no hints...you'll just have to find out for yourself," Jaime said. "I'll talk to you, ok?"
"Ok girl, talk to you soon," Alyssa said, ending the call just as she was pulling into her driveway. She wondered what that was all about. Oh well Jaime was a little strange herself and Alyssa right now just wanted to think about getting into her house and slipping into a hot bath so she could forget this miserable day ever happened.
She hopped out of her car and began making her way toward her front door when all of a sudden she was waylaid.
"Alyssa!" a voice called out to her. The actress quickly whirled around, ready to pepper spray whoever was coming for her, but she immediately relaxed when she saw who it was.
"Jesus Christ! Jules, you scared the shit out of me!" Alyssa gasped, trying to catch her breath. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Sorry about the sneaking up on you thing, but I've been trying to reach you all day," Jules Asner said. "We need to talk."
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Alyssa snapped at the reporter as they stood by her front door. She had considered Jules a friend, but it sure seemed now that Jules was far more interested in her career than anything else. "You trespass on my property and you're here for a fucking interview? Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops!"
"Alyssa please," Jules begged as Alyssa just shook her head in disbelief. There was a guy with her. She had brought her fucking cameraman. This was unbelievable.
"No fucking way," Alyssa said as she went for her keys. "Go leech off someone else."
"Alyssa, please I am begging you," Jules continued. "This whole thing with Rose is really breaking tonight. We know she got arrested and for what, but we don't know why. My police source said you were a witness. Please, you have to tell me what happened. Do it for Rose."
"Fuck you," Alyssa snapped. She was really mad now. Who the fuck did Jules think she was to come and do this after all she'd been through tonight. "I don't have to tell you shit. You don't give a damn about Rose, Jules, and you obviously don't give a damn about me. I thought you and I were friends, but I guess I was wrong."
"Alyssa, we are friends," Jules claimed. They had gotten to know each other when Alyssa had been a guest on Jules interview show "Revealed" and they had hit it off well. "I just want to find out what happened. I don't want to be a bitch about this and I'm sorry if that's how it seems. But we're working on the story and I want to make sure the facts get out there. You have to help me."
"Just get off my property," Alyssa muttered. "I swear to God I will call the cops on you."
"Please, can't we just talk for a minute?" Jules plead. "I think if I explain myself to you, you'll see where I'm coming from. Please Alyssa. We are friends. I need your help."
Alyssa stared daggers at Jules for a moment before deciding to relent a little.
"Ok, you can come in," Alyssa said. "But you have exactly two minutes to convince me why I shouldn't have you arrested for trespassing and he stays behind!"
Alyssa pointed right at Jules' cameraman and she quickly agreed.
"Kenny, stay in the van," Jules said. "I'll be right out."
Kenny obediently obeyed and Alyssa allowed Jules to enter her house.
"Thank you so much, Alyssa," Jules said gratefully as she followed Alyssa into her living room as the actress flung off her jacket and plopped down on her couch. Jules stayed standing as she began to explain her case.
"I'm timing," Alyssa said as she showed she was serious by looking at her watch. "You're down to 1:45."
"Look Alyssa, I normally wouldn't do this, but I need this story bad," Jules said. "They've been putting a lot of pressure on us lately at E!. We have to get our ratings up or else. They already fired Steve. I might be next. I need this story. I know the other shows are sniffing around but they don't have you. I need you to be a source for me Alyssa. If I can scoop the other guys then I might have a shot to stay on air."
"Down to 50 seconds," Alyssa declared, not showing Jules any sympathy at all. She had been through too much shit today to cut some entertainment reporter some slack, even if she had considered her a friend before this night.
"Please Alyssa please!" Jules begged, seemingly close to tears. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't my fucking job on the line. Look I'm not as hot a face there anymore. They would probably slam Anna Nicole Smith in my spot if they had half the chance. I need your help!"
"Thirty seconds," Alyssa yawned.
"Don't be like this Alyssa," Jules said. "I know you and Rose are friends and I know you want to protect her. I can help her Alyssa. I can help you too. Please Alyssa. I'll do anything if you'll talk to me! I mean it! Anything you want!"
"Oh yeah," Alyssa said dryly, still not paying Jules much mind. "If you want me to talk so fucking bad, then why don't you get on your knees and eat my pussy."
Alyssa had said that just to shut Jules up so what happened next surprised the hell out of her. Jules thought for a moment and then sunk to her knees in front of the couch.
"Okay," Jules said softly as she reached for Alyssa. The actress responded by jumping off the couch and beginning to pace around.
"I wasn't being serious!" Alyssa shouted. "What the fuck is wrong with you Jules?"
"Oh...I thought you really wanted me to...you know," Jules said as she began to get up.
"Wait!" Alyssa suddenly declared. "Stay down there. Are you for real Jules? Do you want me to talk so bad that you will actually sit there and eat me out?"
"Yes," Jules confessed. "I will. Anything Alyssa. Anything you want."
"Holy shit," Alyssa said, cracking a wicked smile. So this was how far they were willing to take it these days. She could play along. Jules was an extremely beautiful woman. Alyssa had seen her as someone she could have some fun with someday. And now here she was on her knees and willing to eat her pussy. It was too good to pass up.
"Ok Jules," Alyssa agreed. "But I make all the rules, deal?"
"Deal," Jules said gratefully. "I'll go get Kenny and..."
"Whoa...whoa...whoa," Alyssa interrupted. "Where are you going? I make the rules remember. And I want my part first. Then, if you're good enough, I'll help you out."
"But I...we..." Jules protested.
"Uh uh Jules...my rules now," Alyssa grinned. She was going to have some fun with this bitch for sure. "Now why don't we get up to my bedroom? I think there's something you promised me you'd do."
Alyssa then lead Jules upstairs to her bedroom. Jules seemed a little nervous, but not too frazzled. It was time to see how far she would really go.
"Ok Jules," Alyssa said as she sat herself down on the bed. "Strip for me."
"What?" Jules asked, a little surprised.
"You heard me," Alyssa smirked. "Strip for me. I don't think you want me ruining all those nice clothes of yours with my girl cum, do you? Besides, I want to see your hot body Jules. Mmmm I want you to get my pussy nice and wet."
Jules didn't seem sure of what to do, so she just stood there for a moment. Alyssa decided to give her a little help by putting on some music so she clicked on her radio. In a great gift from fate, the first song she found was one of the all time greatest stripping songs. Alyssa grinned as the sounds of Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar On Me" filled the bedroom.
"Perfect," Alyssa said as the music played. "Now get to it Jules. Strip."
She couldn't believe she was doing this, but Jules knew she had to get this story. She'd sucked a few cocks in her day to get a break, so why not eat a pussy too? If she could just get through this and get what she wanted then it would all be worth it.
Jules began to move to the music and she started by getting out of her heels. She had done a few stripteases for lucky boyfriends and she'd seen more than her share from her time as host of "Wild On", so she sort of knew what she was doing. She began to run her hands over her body, rubbing her breasts through her white blouse and down her short black skirt. Her legs were nicely shown off in the skirt and she made sure to extend them as much as possible. These were the tricks she knew worked on guys. She just hoped they worked on Alyssa too.
Alyssa actually was enjoying the show. Having some fun had been the last thing on her mind this night, but since the opportunity was being offered to her, why not take it? She watched with great interest as Jules did her little grind to the music, moving her body slowly. She wasn't overly smooth, but pretty damn sexy for an amateur. Jules began to move her hands up to her blouse and, as she started unbuttoning it, Alyssa voiced her approval.
"That's it Jules...make it slow and sexy," Alyssa laughed. "Mmmm I can't wait to see what's underneath those clothes. You're all mine now Jules."
Jules' face burned with a little embarrassment at Alyssa's catcalls, but she couldn't pretend she didn't also like it. She had never had to go to this extreme before to get a story, but this was that important and it felt good to be doing this for someone like Alyssa. It was making her hot to know she was turning on someone as beautiful as Alyssa. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
As Jules' hands fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, Alyssa decided to start relieving herself of her clothing too. Just as soon as her sneakers and socks hit the floor, Alyssa got to work on her jeans. She undid her button fly and began pushing them down just as Jules was peeling her blouse over her shoulder, revealing a lovely white lace bra that hugged her tits and gave Alyssa a lovely view of some serious cleavage.
"Mmmm those tits of yours look beautiful," Alyssa said as she pulled off her jeans and made sure Jules saw her rubbing herself through her dampening red panties. "Get that bra off. I want to see those babies all nice and bare. Get to it Jules! Show me your fucking tits!"
Alyssa's words made her face turn red again, but it also got her pussy wet. Jules supposed she was a bit of a stereotype. She was a woman who gave orders all day and then went home and loved giving up control in the bedroom. But she didn't care if she was something out of a Cinemax late night movie. She knew what made her feel good and it felt good to be stripping for Alyssa. Jules reached around back to undo her bra, and as it fell to the ground, she earned more raves from her audience.
"I always knew you had great tits," Alyssa grinned. "Shake them for me. Shake those titties of yours."
Jules did as she was told, moving her body so she could give her breasts a sexy shake for Alyssa's appreciative eyes. Alyssa responded by slipping her hand into her panties and caressing herself. She looked at Jules with a steely gaze that compelled her to go on.
"That's it...keep stripping for me Jules," Alyssa ordered. "Get naked. If you want this story from me you better get bare assed and get there fast. I'm getting fucking impatient over here."
Taking that as a cue to speed things up Jules began to dance some more as she reached down to unzip her skirt. She let the black skirt slowly fall off her legs and puddle around her feet. She stepped away from them and then turned around so Alyssa could see her white lace thong and how it showed off her ass.
"Very nice," Alyssa praised. "Good girl, you showed me your ass without me even asking. You're getting into this aren't you?"
"Yes Alyssa," Jules moaned. She knew she was starting to get wet enough to notice and she didn't care. She hoped Alyssa would notice. "Is that what you want to hear? I am getting into it."
"Fuck yeah that's what I want to hear," Alyssa said as she pulled her shirt over her head. She hadn't worn a bra so she was now naked except for the red panties that were getting wetter with every twist and turn of Jules' body. It did occur to Alyssa that she was pretty much handing Jules an exclusive about her sexuality, but she shrugged it off. Jules was part of this too now and that made her secret safe.
Meanwhile Def Leppard had finished up and the unmistakable guitar work of Joe Perry began. Soon Aerosmith's "Ragdoll" was filling the room and Alyssa had to wonder what kind of station she had found. What was this? 96.7 STRIP FM? Whatever it was, it was good music to get naked and fuck to and Alyssa was ready for that.
"Get those fucking panties off," Alyssa barked at her little anchorwoman stripper. "I want to see your pussy. It better be all nice and wet for me too."
It will be, Jules promised with her eyes as she reached down and slowly pushed her panties down, the white lace wet with her juices. She suddenly improvised a move and tossed her panties to Alyssa. The actress was happy to receive this gift and held them up to her face.
"Mmm you are getting wet for me you naughty little bitch," Alyssa said as her pussy got just that much more aroused. "Get your ass over here now. You've got work to do."
By the time Jules got over to the bed, Alyssa had lay herself back and spread her legs so the panties tightly stuck to her mound. She kept rubbing herself through her underwear, making sure the smell of her aroused pussy was clear to Jules and so the nosy reporter could see how hot she was. Jules stood over the bed, looking down at the topless actress splayed out for her on the bed, rubbing herself with one hand while she teased her nipples with the other.
"What the hell are you waiting for?" Alyssa snapped while never losing her evil smile. "An engraved invitation? Get to it!"
Jules still couldn't believe she was doing this, but this was too important for her to suddenly develop a case of the nerves. Besides Alyssa certainly had a killer body. It wasn't like she didn't want to eat her pussy. The situation could be a whole lot worse when you thought about it.
Alyssa's panties clung tightly to her skin and Jules reached for them. She began to pull them off the actress, Alyssa helpfully closing her legs a little so that it was easier to get them off. When Jules accomplished this task and threw the panties off of the bed, Alyssa spread her legs again making sure Jules saw the juice that was covering her slit. Alyssa loved to be aggressive in the bedroom and she was going to make sure she got everything she wanted from Jules.
"I said get to it!" Alyssa repeated as she grabbed Jules' hair and pushed her down. "Get your face in there! You want your fucking story Jules? Then let's see how good you are at licking my cunt!"
Jules loved how nasty Alyssa was acting and she responded by beginning to lick off her drooling slit. She tasted Alyssa's pussy and after her tastebuds gave her their seal of approval she really began to work her with her tongue. She began licking Alyssa's slit up and down with vigor and enthusiasm, eliciting an immediate reaction from her lover.
"Yeahhhhhhh ohhhhh yeahhhhhh Jules..." Alyssa moaned as she played with her own tits, fondling them and teasing her nipples. "Fuck you know what to do with a pussy baby! Mmm you've done this before haven't you, my little news slut."
Not wanting to break off her tonguing, Jules didn't respond, but she certainly had done this before. During her modeling days she there had been plenty of opportunities to do some serious pussy eating and Jules had availed herself of most of those chances. She loved fucking women and, while she hadn't done it in a few years, she had a lot of hot memories. She had once roomed with Cindy Crawford and while they had a bunk bed setup, only one bed was ever used. Their exploits were the stuff of stained sheet legends.
Even though it had been some time since she'd eaten a woman out, Jules still knew all the tricks. She loved how a woman tasted and how you could get her pussy to just open up for you if you licked at her labia just right. Now it was Alyssa's pink petals that were blooming for her and Jules just buried her face in the hot pussy spread open before her.
"Fuck yes!" Alyssa swore. "Mmmm you fucking bitch! Eat that pussy! Ohhh yessss you love this don't you? I'll bet you were hoping I really would take you up on your offer! I'll bet you wanted my sweet little cunt when you were interviewing me for the show. Didn't you bitch?"
"Yessssss...yes I did," Jules groaned as Alyssa tugged her hair again and pulled her from her pussy only to push her back when she heard the answer she was looking for. She had wanted Alyssa. Jules had to admit to a lot of lustful feelings for the celebrities she interviewed, but she had definitely felt a lot more than usual when she had interviewed Alyssa. Not even George Clooney had gotten her as hot as Alyssa had and after the interview Jules had to excuse herself for a little finger play.
"I guess I had you pegged all wrong, you're not a bitch...just a fucking slut..." Alyssa groaned as Jules' tongue burrowed itself deep in her pinkness and licked her so good. Jules hadn't even really gotten to her clit yet and she was already squirming on the bed. Christ, this chick was good.
"Eat me slut," Alyssa urged. "Lick that wet pussy of mine just like that! Make me come you nasty little news whore! I want my pussy creaming your pretty face or no story for you!"
Jules was so lost in her desire for Alyssa that the story was secondary to her now. She loved how Alyssa's heat felt against her tongue and face. Alyssa's bush tickled her nose and it all just made her wetter. Alyssa knew just how to fuck her face and just what to say to her. Someone had given Alyssa a lot of good lessons on how to be with a woman and Jules wondered who it could be. Mmmm she'd love to do an investigative piece on that, especially if she'd get a first hand demonstration out of it.
Alyssa thought there was just so nasty about taking a recognizable face like this and jamming it into your pussy. She gasped as Jules' tongue hit one sensitive spot after another. One of her hands was holding Jules' head down by her hair and the other was up on her chest so Alyssa could maul her own breasts. After everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, this was exactly what Alyssa needed. Jules was a hot little slut and Alyssa was already thinking there was something else she could do to see how far she was willing to go to get the story. But first she needed to come.
"Fuck me Jules!" Alyssa grunted as she felt her climax get closer. She had been getting worked up ever since Jules had responded to her offhand remark and this was shaping up to be plenty hot and nasty. She could have a long drawn out orgasm the next time she was with Jennifer or Sarah. Right now she just wanted to come.
"Fuck me with your pretty tongue Jules!" Alyssa continued. "Ohhhh you're so fucking hot, bitch! You get all your stories like this don't you? I'll bet there isn't a cock you haven't sucked or a twat you haven't licked in Hollywood, is there?"
That was far from true, but it didn't mean Jules didn't like hearing it. She was having such a good time between Alyssa's legs that she had to wonder if being her news slut could be a full time position. Jules could feel her pussy juice dripping down her leg. She so badly wanted to reach down and touch herself but she didn't dare. Alyssa was making the rules here and until she heard her tell her it was ok to give herself a finger fuck, her hands were staying right where they were on Alyssa's legs.
The heat of Alyssa's pussy told Jules that she was getting close. She hadn't forgotten how good a woman tasted when she came all over her tongue and Jules was happily anticipating tasting the Alyssa's orgasm. She wasn't going to get it just by tongue fucking her pussy though. After all, women went down on women because they knew they were the only ones who really knew what they needed and what kind of woman would she be if she blatantly ignored Alyssa's clitoris.
Jules ran her fingers through Alyssa's snatch and quickly found exactly what she was looking for. With positive identification of the location of Alyssa's clit, Jules zeroed in with her tongue. She hit the spot almost immediately and got right to work lashing at Alyssa's clit with her tongue.
"Ohhhhhhhh fucking yesssssss..." Alyssa hissed. "Yeahhh Jules fuck that hard clit! Mmmm what a nasty little pussy licker you turned out to be. So fucking good. Mmmmm slap that clit with your tongue! Make me fucking come you slut! Work your whore tongue magic on me!
Jules was now concentrating solely on Alyssa's clit. She pushed her face down further into her sex and used her tongue and lips in alternating attacks on her pleasure center. As she did this her ass rose up in the air behind her, the reporter hoping the site of her bare backside was enough to give Alyssa a little extra jolt of pleasure as she drew closer to coming. Alyssa's juices were getting nice and tangy and Jules felt the walls of her pussy begin to tighten. She was almost there.
With Alyssa's hard, throbbing clit under her tongue, Jules held the key to Alyssa's orgasm close to her. She let Alyssa stew in her own arousal for a few moments as a small dose of payback before she went right for the gold. She made sure Alyssa's legs were spread wide for her and she went to Alyssa's clit with her lips, striving to suck the orgasm right out of her.
"OHHHH HOLY SHIT!!!" Alyssa wailed, her insides tensing up and her body rising up from the bed in anticipation until her tits and stomach were jutting out in the air. It was like she was being slowly pulled up and up and when she couldn't take any more the rope snapped and she plunged downward in an intense orgasm.
"WHOAAAA!!!" Alyssa gasped as one last suck on her clit got her coming and creaming all over Jules' tongue. She shook violently but never lost the rapturous smile on her face as Jules licked her clean. Her pussy rubbed all over Jules chin and nose, covering her face in her juices. When Alyssa fell back on the bed, catching her breath from her orgasm she quickly noticed that Jules' face was delightfully sticky with girl cum. She was about to lick her clean when she suddenly had a better idea. It was time to make sure Jules learned her lesson about nosing around, and what better way to do it than with a tribute to Rose.
"Ooooh you eat pussy pretty damn well my little news slut," Alyssa cooed as she reached over and began to rub Jules backside, which she had indeed seen and appreciated while being eaten out. "You did your job and now it's time to do mine. But first you get a little bonus. Turn around. Let me see this hot fucking ass of yours."
Alyssa then hopped off the bed as Jules did as she was told and let the actress study her backside. She remained bent over and cleaning her lips off with her tongue. God, it had been too long since she had fucked a woman. Alyssa was so hot that Jules was now back in the bisexual groove again. She was going to have to start getting more pussy and she could probably start tomorrow with that cute little UCLA intern she had getting her coffee every morning.
"Stay like that," Alyssa instructed as Jules was bent over, her head pointed toward the bedroom window and away from Alyssa's closet. "I'll be right back."
Jules could hear Alyssa rummaging through her closet for something. She was tempted to turn around to see what was going on, but she thought better of it. Alyssa wasn't going to like it if she did that. Besides it was hotter to be kept in suspense. Jules was shocked all of this had happened, but she wasn't one bit sorry. She had come for a story and now she had a faceful of girl cream and one wet pussy that needed attention. Who cared about a stupid news show when you had that?
"Are you ready for me news slut?" Jules heard Alyssa ask from behind her.
"Oh yes Alyssa," Jules answered, her eyes closed as she wondered what she was going to get. "Give it to me Alyssa. Do what you want with me!"
"Ohhh your pussy is so wet for me Jules," Alyssa admired as she petted the wet lips and soft fur between Jules' legs. "Did you get this wet stripping for me or was it from eating my hot pussy?"
"Both," Jules replied.
"Good answer," Alyssa laughed as she continued to touch Jules's snatch. "I just love a wet pussy like this. But you're not wet enough for what I want to do with you. What can we do about that?"
Jules then shivered in desire as she heard Alyssa gather up her saliva and spit right into her pussy. The feeling of Alyssa spitting into her like that was a turn on and it became even more of one when Alyssa began rubbing her spit all over her pussy. She then spit into her again and gave her the same treatment with her fingers.
"It's time now news slut," Alyssa said and before Jules could respond she felt a huge rush of pleasure straight to her brain. The walls of her pink pussy were being stretched and filled as Alyssa guided her strap-on right inside her and began to fuck her hard.
"OOOOOOOOOOOH FUUUUUUCK!!!" Jules screamed in pleasure as the toy penetrated her. She had never been taken with a strap-on before, but she sure knew what a toy felt like in her pussy and this was fucking awesome. She had thought only a real cock could make you feel this filled. She was wrong.
"That's it...take it slut," Alyssa groaned as she fucked Jules and worked out her remaining anger against the reporter. "Take my cock deep in your wet slutty cunt! Feels good doesn't it? News sluts like you love getting fucked! Never been fucked by anyone like me though! Take it all you nasty snooping bitch!"
It was hard for Jules to tell what she liked more. The sensation of having that toy deep in her pussy or hearing Alyssa talk to her like that. It was all hot and it was all stimulating. She was already dripping onto Alyssa's toy and Jules began to really howl out her passion when Alyssa began spanking her ass while she fucked her.
"Nasty...fucking...bitch..." Alyssa swore as she spanked Jules between every word. "You get what you came for, huh slut? You get the dirt you wanted? Now you're getting what news sluts like you deserve. You're getting your whore ass spanked! And you're loving it, aren't you? Tell me you're fucking loving it!"
"Yessss...I'm loving it!" Jules exclaimed. "I'M FUCKING LOVING IT!!!"
Alyssa continued to fuck Jules hard, making the reporter cry out and shake on her bed. She hadn't used this thing on many girls. In fact it had only been used on Holly and Rose. She could still shut her eyes and remember how she had taken Rose with it on her first visit to the house. Alyssa hadn't expected to be challenged sexually, but Rose had come looking for control and the two of them had ended up in plenty of sticky messes trying to settle their struggle for dominance. Jules was certainly a hot fuck, but she was no Rose and Alyssa hoped that it wouldn't be long before her friend was at the receiving end of this toy again. Maybe she'd also be able to finally meet this Mr. Snappy she had heard so much about.
"Fuck me Alyssa!" Jules begged. "Fuck me hard! I deserve it! I so fucking deserve this! Punish my cunt with your cock! Give me the fucking I need! Fill me up!"
"That's it," Alyssa groaned. "That's what I want to hear. Tell me you're my little news slut!"
"Yesssssss I am...I'm your little fucking news slut," Jules wailed, her hair flying in all directions as she rocked back and forth on the bed to meet the hard thrusts of Alyssa's toy. "Fuck your slut! I'm a nosy bitch reporter and I need to be fucked like a whore!"
"Ooooh you are a nasty bitch," Alyssa laughed. "I want you to come for me news slut. Come all over my cock! Coat it with your cream or I'll throw you out of this house without your fucking clothes and with your face covered in cum. We'll see who the fucking top story is then!"
"Yessssss I'll come...I'll come for you!" Jules panted. "I'll fucking come all over your cock! Just don't stop fucking me! Take my news slut pussy and make it yours! I'm all yours Alyssa! All yours!"
Saying that earned Jules an extra hard thrust from Alyssa. She was so fucking close and the toy made her pussy feel so nice and stretched. She hadn't been fucked like this in a long time and she was ready to commit herself to being Alyssa's slave if that was what it took for her to get her off. The real reason for her visit to Alyssa's house had been all but forgotten as Jules felt that toy push into her pussy time and time again until she couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm gonna...gonna....gonna come..." Jules gasped.
"Yessssss come for me," Alyssa said before once again smacking Jules' pink ass hard. "Come for Alyssa you hot news slut!"
Feeling those slaps on her ass was what did it for Jules and if Alyssa said anything more, it was drowned out by the sounds of Jules' orgasmic cries.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Jules screamed. "FUUUUUUUUCK!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSS!!!"
Jules could feel her pussy creaming the strap on as the most pleasant fog she'd ever experienced rolled through her head and her body shook in rapture. She clawed at Alyssa's sheets and tossed her hair asunder. She wanted this. She needed this. She was a news slut and she was getting off so hard on being one. It was so fucking good she never wanted the orgasm that was rattling her body to stop.
It was like there was a volcano going off inside her body, with hot pleasure coursing through every inch of her. Jules had never felt anything so intense in her life. Even as she began the inevitable cycle down, her body was still caught up in a rush. It had been so long since she had felt the touch of another woman and no woman had ever taken her like Alyssa had. She just kept pushing herself back onto Alyssa's strap on, each push progressively slower, as her head swam in sensations.
When her orgasm did stop Jules collapsed on the bed. She groaned in exhausted desire, not able to do much more than just lie there and try to get a handle on what had just happened here. But before she could get too comfortable, Alyssa nudged her.
"Hey Jules...you ready for my statement?" Alyssa asked.
"Huh?" the very out of it Jules replied.
"My statement...you know for your story..." Alyssa grinned, loving how she'd scrambled this woman's brains and priorities up nicely.
"Oh shit! Kenny! I've gotta get him!" Jules exclaimed.
"Fuck Kenny," Alyssa said. "I'm not going on camera. I'm going to give you a statement and you can only identify me as a witness. If my name is in your report you're toast. Remember...my rules."
"Yeah...sure...your rules," Jules muttered.
"Now I'm not doing this for you Jules, I'm doing it for Rose," Alyssa said. "People are saying she's crazy and that's a load of bull. Let me tell you what really happened."
Sarah sat quietly in her bed, her thoughts turning once again to Alyson. She wanted to go see her again, but she had to wait until Freddie was gone. He had returned with her gummy worms as requested and now she had sent him off to get her a Snapple. He was good to her, Sarah told herself. She always asked him to do stuff like this and he was always quick to do it. Not many guys would jump through hoops for a girl and he did for her. Plus she knew he loved her. She could see it in his eyes. But she also felt like no one understood her like her housemates did. Sometimes it was like Freddie didn't know her at all.
It was a very confusing matter for Sarah and she wouldn't even have been thinking about it if Jennifer weren't having her troubles with Brad. That got her thinking about what her future held for her and whether or not it would or should involve Freddie.
Before she could think about it anymore, she heard someone approaching her room. Sarah didn't look up because she assumed it was Freddie.
"Did they have pink lemonade Freddie?" Sarah asked.
"Freddie?" A very feminine voice asked. "Do I look that geeky and dumb?"
"Rose!" Sarah gasped happily. Even as much as it hurt to do so she flung herself off the bed and embraced her housemate. She hugged her and then greedily kissed her lips, not caring if Freddie or anyone else saw her. "I've been so worried! We all have! Where have you been?"
"Just...you know...getting my head straightened out," Rose said. "But I don't want to talk about me. Are you ok Sarah?"
"Yeah," Sarah said. "It was Rick. I should have seen it coming."
"Don't say that," Rose said while tenderly caressing Sarah's face. "I heard about Aly. Don't worry, I know she's going to be just fine."
Sarah nodded her head. She had heard that so many times today that it had pretty much lost it's meaning. She just had to hope that everyone was right.
"Why did you run off?" Sarah asked. "Love's been worried sick. She keeps saying she blames herself for what happened."
"No!" Rose gasped. "Oh no! She can't possibly think..."
"You've got to go to her Rose," Sarah said. "She just looks lost. She needs you."
"Where is she?" Rose asked.
"Alyssa took her back to Malibu a few hours ago. I guess she's still there," Sarah answered.
"I'll go find her," Rose said. "I'll make sure she's ok."
"Are you ok?" Sarah asked. It was so good to see Rose, but she certainly didn't seem herself. That was to be understood considering all that had happened, but still it was jarring to see a side of Rose that was tentative...almost scared.
"I'm fine," Rose said immediately. "I'm just glad you're ok."
Rose then hugged Sarah again, not so hard but enough so she could feel all the emotion she was putting into it. Sarah hugged back smelling Rose's perfume and feeling like maybe there was a chance they could put everything back the way it was before.
"Come back here tomorrow," Sarah said. "No more disappearances."
"No more disappearances," Rose promised.
"Take care you," Sarah said, hugging her housemate once again.
"Take care you," Rose said right back. She was about to head for the door when Sarah stopped her with a question.
"Rose, what the hell happened to your hair?" Sarah asked. Rose looked like she was about to say something, but instead she leaned in again and kissed Sarah on the forehead. She then disappeared out the door.
"Was that Rose?" Freddie asked as he walked back into the room holding Sarah's Snapple lemonade.
"Yeah, she was just...checking in..." Sarah said, at a total loss for words.
"Listen Sarah, we need to talk," Freddie said. "I love you, but it's like you've been so distant lately. I think I know why though?"
"You do?" Sarah asked, suddenly fearful Freddie had finally figured out the truth.
"Yes, it's because I've been dragging my feet on the wedding plans," Freddie explained, missing the truth entirely. "I haven't been considerate of your feelings with that. I know you want to get married and I do too. I want to spend the rest of my life with you Sarah and it's time I started being a man about this. We're getting married Sarah. I want it to happen soon. Let's set a date in the next few months and just make it happen."
"I have to go to New York...for the movie," Sarah stammered, shocked at Freddie suddenly wanting to accelerate their plans. "I'll be gone for two months."
"Well then we'll get married when you get back," Freddie said. "It'll be just like you dreamed it would always be. So how about it baby? Let's get married as soon as you get back from New York."
Sarah didn't know what to do. She saw the crossroads again. There was Freddie at one end and the whole life she had mapped out for herself. On the other end there was possibility, but also no security. Who knew what was out there. When she had thought she was going to die she thought about the family she would never have. Now she was being given a chance to have that. She could have everything she ever dreamed of since she was a little girl. Freddie would be a good husband and a good father, wouldn't he?
"Yes," Sarah agreed. "As soon as I get back we'll get married."
"I sense a great disturbance in the force," Waldo said suddenly as he and Franklin went over their paperwork back at home.
"What is it Waldo?" Franklin asked with concern.
"Something...I don't know what..." Waldo said. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it will present itself soon. How's it looking?"
"Well with the sizable donation we made tonight to the LAPD Widows and Orphans Fund to make sure all details about the mansion are kept quiet by those in the know, we are once again flat broke," Franklin sighed.
"Well at least we got the house payment out," Waldo said. "We kept the wolves away from the door and we got to be the good guys again. It felt pretty good, didn't it?"
"Yeah, it did feel pretty good," Franklin smiled. "It had been awhile. Makes me want to go out and do it again."
"Well the girls do have two broken doors you know," Waldo said.
"I sure wouldn't want to live in a house with broken doors," Franklin added, following Waldo's line of thinking. "Maybe there's something we can do about that?"
"I think you're right," Waldo agreed before calling out for their missing friend. "Delbert?"
"Yessir?" Delbert replied popping down from the ceiling where he'd been crawling to test out his new spider costume. It was being designed to scale walls and so far it was working great.
"Fetch our door repair kit," Waldo said. "We've got work to do."
Even though she was afraid to do this, Jennifer pulled her car into the garage of the house she and Brad shared. She had to see him. She was scared of what he might say to her, but she also knew she couldn't let this rest. She had to try and patch things up with her husband before it was too late.
Jennifer took a deep breath and went into the house. However, instead of finding a waiting husband, angry or otherwise, all she found was an empty mansion. She looked everywhere for him but Brad was nowhere to be found.
"Brad?" Jennifer called out, but there was no answer. She walked up to their bedroom and gasped when she saw that a bunch of his things were missing from their closet and there was a note placed on her side of the bed.
"Jennifer," the note said. "I'm sorry for the things I said last night. But I don't know what to think anymore. I just know I was in agony without you here. It felt like my heart left with you. I can't say it's ok that you're doing this, but I think I might understand why. I just don't think I know anything anymore. I need some time to clear my head and think things through. I left my cell phone here so don't try and reach me. I will call you though just so you know I'm ok. I need to try and sort things out. I don't know how long it's going to take. Just never doubt my love for you. Even after all that's happened, I could never stop loving you Jennifer."
Jennifer let the note slip from her hands and she fell onto the bed where she just started crying again. It was more of a cry of exhaustion than anything else. Brad was gone. But there was still hope for them. Jennifer didn't know whether to be relieved or miserable. She just wanted this day to be over. She just wanted everything back the way it was.
Section Chief Frank Blevens was well known throughout the ranks of the Central Intelligence Agency headquarters in Washington D.C. for burning the midnight oil. He often worked late into the night when there was no one there but him and the cleaning staff. That's why he was so surprised when there was a knock on the door of his office.
"Come in," Frank ordered and in stepped Colonel David Terrance of Army Intelligence.
"Mr. Blevens sir, I think this is something you should see," David said. "This videotape was just made off of a nightly news broadcast in Los Angeles."
"What is it Colonel?" Frank asked.
"See for yourself sir," David said as he put on the office's television and slid the tape into the VCR. Frank tapped his pen impatiently until the snow disappeared and the picture came to life. When he saw what he saw, Frank dropped his pen in surprise.
"As the CEO of SLRJ Incorporated it was never my intention to lead Ms. Gellar or Ms. Hannigan into danger," Waldo said in clips from the press conference with Franklin and Delbert at his side. "We had intended to turn the mansion into the finest beachfront bed and breakfast the state of California had ever seen. We sought Ms. Gellar and Ms. Hannigan to serve as spokespeople for our business venture."
"Stop the tape," Frank said and David immediately complied.
"Well, well, well, our three little dropouts," Frank said thoughtfully. "They've finally reappeared. And in Los Angeles of all places. That's very interesting Colonel. Very interesting indeed. Thank you for bringing this to my attention."
Love was lying in her bed staring at the ceiling and not sleeping. Jewel was expected back soon, but right now she was the only person here. She wasn't used to that. She hated being alone and she had never been all alone in this place. It felt so big and empty without her housemates. There was also a coldness about the place that Love couldn't help but notice. Usually the mansion was so full of life and joy, but when Love had come in and saw the shattered doors and police tape everywhere, she couldn't help but feel it was just a shell of what it used to be.
Was this how things were going to be now? Everyone scattered off in all directions? Love couldn't tolerate that. It couldn't end. Not like this. It had to end when they wanted it to and not because fate decided they were all due for a good ass kicking. It wasn't fair and it wasn't right. She wanted back what they had had before. She wanted that joy and she wanted that sense of loving acceptance the mansion had once offered.
Before she could think anything more though Love heard a noise and she snapped right out of bed. Someone was here in the house, but who? She got her answer a moment later when someone appeared at her doorway. It wasn't who she had expected, but it was who she had longed to see.
"Rose?" Love asked, as if not believing her own eyes.
"Hey Love," Rose said shyly. They had never seen each other like this before. Rose holding herself back because of fear and Love shell shocked into submission by the day's events. They almost didn't know how to react to the other. They kept waiting for the other to make the first move. They kept waiting for the other to say that it was ok.
Finally Rose couldn't take any more silence and found the courage to say what she wanted.
"I just didn't want anyone to hurt you Love," Rose said. "I couldn't let that happen. I'd do anything to keep you safe."
"Oh Rose," Love blubbered, but this time it was happy tears. She wanted her friend to be with her. She wanted her lover to be with her. They hugged tenderly and each one of them felt secure in the other's arms.
Meanwhile, Sarah was back in Alyson's room again. Freddie had gone home with the promise to be back in the morning and Sarah needed to see her friend again. She wanted to stay with her and be with her if she suddenly woke up. All Sarah could hear was the sounds of the machines and the breathing of her friend. Sarah kept up her silent prayer for her to get better. It did her voice no good to keep saying it over and over again, so her pleas were all mental ones now.
Dr. Bannister had said that Alyson could come out of the coma at any time or never at all. Sarah hoped for the former and feared the latter. There was just so much uncertainty and seeing her friend like that had Sarah acting like an emotional wreck. She didn't want to cry in front of Alyson though. She didn't want any fears or negative thoughts in this room, so she turned to go toward the hallway. But then she heard something and stopped. It was like Alyson was stirring a little. Sarah rushed back to the bedside and almost fainted in shock as her friend's eyelids began to flutter.
"ALY!" Sarah happily cried.
"Sarah?" Alyson groggily asked as she slowly began to regain her consciousness.
"I'm here Aly! I'm here!" Sarah giddily declared. "I'll get the nurse! Hold on! I'll get someone!"
Sarah then hit the call button frantically. She couldn't believe it. Alyson was awake! Sarah then felt it like someone waving their hand and making everything clear all of a sudden by magic. The thought rushed to her like a sunbeam breaking through a cloud. It was going to be ok. Somehow they were going to get through this and make it out the other side. All of them...together.
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