Story – The Stray – Part 2
“Stray” – Part II
-by FurCreamer
III. The Handmaiden’s Tail
Melsa Manton’s classic features were pale, rendered in a palette of grays. Tiffany didn’t care, as the nuanced gray hues of Melsa’s fluffy crystal fox coat sleeves were pressed against the similarly raw gray of Tiffany’s raging erection. Tiffany’s naked body lay back on a dark gray chaise lounge in a well-appointed Manhattan apartment. The walls, the ceiling, the floor, everything painted in a single desaturated, spectrum. Melsa’s darkly hued lips were smiling at the unnatural pole of flesh rising from Tiffany’s smooth, feminine form. The wide sleeves of her crystal fox coat sandwiched the tall, voluminous shemale cock and slowly, perfectly, stroked up and down the shaft.
Each time Melsa’s arms began their long journey downward Tiffany’s back arched up off the lounge. Tiffany’s big, round tits pointed towards the ceiling; her head of long flowing hair pushed back into the deep recesses of the lounge’s back cushion. Around her naked, feminine form the others stood and looked on with lust in their glistening gray-hued eyes. Kit, Pat, Lee, Dora, and Myra congregated in a circle around Tiffany’s lounge chair, their heavy fox coats and wraps sitting atop their fashionable suit coats, dresses and conservative heels. Their succulent furs were various white fox stoles and wraps, silver jackets and deep blush muffs. The women smiled and looked on. Their well-manicured hands rubbed and stroked their furs.
Tiffany moaned, long and deep with another slow descent of Melsa’s gray crystal fox sleeves. The lovely coat had no large collar or cuffs, but the thick fox pelts gave it a heavy, gorgeous body, and Melsa’s beautiful face and flowing brunette locks looked perfect in it. Tiffany held her huge, naked breasts, rubbing her nipples as she screamed. Melsa’s grin was devilish as she watched Tiffany’s cock begin to erupt. The ragged bursts of cum had virtually no pause between them. The force of the orgasm lifted Tiffany’s back from the long lounge chair as pearly blobs arced high and fell back, splashing across her bare tits and chest.
Tiffany felt the hot sting of her own jelly-thick cocksnot steaming from her chest. Her erect nipples were suddenly buried in flashes of white splatter. Melsa’s tongue ran over her gray lips as she watched the spectacle of the shemale’s violent orgasm shake Tiffany’s body. She pulled back on the spurting cock, which had only partially soiled the sleeves of her heavy crystal fox coat. Melsa fixed this quickly by aiming the shaft back towards her and bending towards her coat.
She didn’t merely let the gushing organ hang free. Melsa’s slid her arms around it and hugged the huge shaft to her chest and the front of the big fox coat. Her fur sleeves pulled it tightly to her, even as the cum sprayed out like a broken water main.
The glutinous blasts erupting from Tiffany’s body shot up into the front of the fur as Melsa hugged it to herself. She began to milk it, rising up and down, keeping as much of Tiffany’s giant penis wrapped in fur with her arms as she could. Cum sprayed the soft fox pelts and shot up against Melsa’s chin and cheeks. The arms of the huge crystal fox coat sagged under the weight of Tiffany’s unending orgasm.
The fur clad women looking on panted and rubbed like bitches in heat at the wondrous display of Tiffany’s orgasming body. The scent of cum and perfumed fur filled the gray air. Tiffany moaned and moaned, completely lost in the exquisite pleasure of the dazzling Melsa’s furring. Tiffany’s orgasm-addled mind wished it would never ever stop, that she could keep shooting spunk into this lovely fur coat for all eternity…
It was then that Pat reached down, in her huge white fox stole, and shook her by the arm.
“Excuse me… miss?”
“Excuse me… Miss, we’re going to be landing soon…”
Tiffany blinked.
The world returned to color once more. The distressed looking face of the stewardess looked down at her. Not at her face, exactly. It seemed something else was catching her notice.
Tiffany looked back up, blinked again, and then nodded. “Yeah… Thanks…”
The stewardess walked away down the very small isle of the tiny commuter jet. Tiffany felt the discomfort slowly begin to seep into her consciousness and looked down. Dammit.
Her leather skirt bulged obscenely. The tough hide seemed as if it would soon crack. With her pink fox coat hanging open, it was quite obvious.
The Mad Miss Manton dream again, Tiffany lamented to herself.
She drifted her gaze to the left and her expression sank. Across the isle a little girl was staring openly at the bulge, eyes flicking back and forth between it and Tiffany’s pretty face.
Shit.
Tiffany whipped the sides of her fluffy pink fox coat closed. The wide, thick depths of the coat’s huge collar was enough to make it far less noticeable. She shrugged to the girl and fixed her gaze forward.
The “FASTEN SEAT BELT” light came on and the pilot’s voice announced the landing was imminent.
Tiffany’s frown only deepened, knowing she wouldn’t have any chance to relieve herself before landing. She leaned back in the small seat and began to picture Hattie McDaniel.
* * *
“Oh yeah, check that bitch out.”
Jim’s eyes followed Kendal’s nodding head.
“Fuck, how could I miss that?”
Jim’s eyes widened. He stood among the little fraternity of a certain locker, gathered in a freshly plowed parking lot filled both with cars and large mounds of dirty snow. A silence fell over them as all their eyes found the same target. Their jaws dropped virtually in unison.
The tall figure stood on the steps of the Fox Mesa Municipal Airport’s single terminal building. She did not wear a full coat. Rather, it was a high-collared blush fox wrap, the front of which tapered down to her ankles as two double rope stoles. Full, thick tails hung off the rear of the wrap, dangling from the wide, thick body over a very shapely set of ass cheeks. Under the massive stole/wrap was a closely tailored sheared black mink bodysuit and a pair of fox trimmed high-heeled riding boots.
Rounding out the outfit were a hat and muff that matched the wrap in both size and color. The blush fox muff was two feet long, heavily stuffed to almost a foot in diameter, easily containing the arms of the wearer up to the elbows. The same thick, shapely foxtails hung off the bottom of the muff as from the wrap. Finally the blush fox hat was something similar to a British royal guard, almost 2 feet tall, round, and feathery thick.
Big Willie’s deep baritone said it all. “Oh my fucking god.”
Jim shook his head, mind already working overtime, “See guys, I told you this would be a great place to take a vacation.”
* * *
Tiffany brushed past the slower passengers, not so much weaving as bumping the slower ones out of the way. The six-inch heels of her white vinyl thigh boots left the small hatchway stairs and came down on the damp concrete of one of Fox Mesa Municipal Airport’s deplaning areas. It wasn’t so much a terminal as an area the small commuter flights that ran here could drop off their passengers and taxi away to whatever their next destination was.
The municipal airport’s primary source of passengers were the idle rich who couldn’t be bothered with the 2 hour limo ride from nearest international airport. The sweep of Tiffany’s ankle-length pink fox fluttered in the chill breeze cutting across the runways. In the bright sun of the afternoon the area around the moderate sized main terminal building was bustling with activity. It was high ski season, and the Fox Mesa resort was a favorite destination.
Tiffany made her way into the terminal building. Though her dream-induced hard-on had subsided, she wasn’t above swinging out her palms to brush a few of the lynx and fox coats she passed. A warm smile passed her full, glistening lips as her fingers danced through the sleeve of a white Russian lynx stroller on some otherwise oblivious middle aged woman. She rubbed across the back of a fluffed sliver fox jacket, the owner turning briefly.
The sheer enormity of her coat’s round, barrel muff-sized cuffs made the endeavor a bit more complicated, as invariably her arms would bounce the broad round cuffs into the furs she felt-up. Their owners seemed less aware of the long stroke of her fingers or the brush of fur on fur from her cuffs, than Tiffany’s simple, inescapable presence. Though the terminal building was populated with women in furs, the sheer size of Tiffany, and her coat, still drew attention.
Tiffany briefly mulled trying to find a secluded locale to have a little “quickie”, willing or not, with one of the finer fur bitches walking around. With a hint of a frown she continued towards the front of the terminal. There was no time. The Countess had been clear about that. Still, left to their own devices and spurred on by her dream, the rather large, prolific testicles between her legs had been doing what they do best for the entire morning. A cramped flight on tiny aircraft without restrooms, combined with numerous but short layovers had left her without any opportunity to relieve the mounting tension.
Having a dream about Barbara Stanwyck giving her a furjob had only made matters worse.
Keeping her thoughts focused on the matter at hand was the only thing keeping her skirt from ripping away completely from a steel hard erection. According to her last communication, someone would be picking Tiffany up. Tiffany was reasonably certain she’d be able to pick out any representative of “the ranch” fairly easily. She was not disappointed. The figure standing peacefully on the front steps was quite unmistakably dressed.
The wrap, the muff, the hat… Tiffany was fairly certain she was from the ranch, and the outfit was that of a Handmaiden.
Her features were flavored by Oriental blood, but the roundess in her cheeks and pale skin tone bespoke more than one bloodline. Her long, flowing raven hair mixed with the collar of the big blush fox wrap. The collar of that gigantic wrap/stole stood up around her soft features much like the one on Tiffany’s pink fox coat. Silken strands of black fluttered as a breeze gusted across the terminal steps. Though far taller than the average for an Asian female, she was still a few inches short of Tiffany’s impressive height.
Around them the ebb and flow of pedestrian traffic across the terminal steps continued unabated, albeit with many stolen glances at the majestically furred figures. There were also some open mouth stares from a group of large men standing across the near parking area.
Tiffany let the newfound silence continue. The eyes of the representative from the ranch, icy emerald, roamed over Tiffany freely. Tiffany observed herself being cataloged like a piece of meat. For a moment she thought she detected a hint of something other than cold detachment in the rep’s face. A hint of… envy, was it? While the unforgiving assessment continued, Tiffany kept her gaze helpfully fixed on the impressive bust outlined vaguely below the front of the thick stole/wrap.
Finally the representative’s eyes found their way back up to Tiffany’s face. “I am Ami, First Handmaiden to the Countess, Viceroy of the Royal Guard, and her personal designer.”
Tiffany’s smile fixed itself, any trace of sincerity draining out. “Hi, I’m chopped liver, pleased to make your acquaintance.”
Ami’s features remained impassive. “Tiffany, Tiffany St. James,” she filled in. With a withering glare she continued, “I am to deliver your equipment and provide you the intelligence on the stray.”
“You think you can handle that, little Handmaiden?”
Ami’s crimson lips drew into a thin line. “I am the First Handmaiden, exile. You will address me with respect.”
Tiffany’s fixed smile became a sincere grin, “Yes, I’m impressed you’ve reached the pinnacle of your profession… Jerking someone off who’s too lazy to do it for themselves…”
Ami’s face reddened, cheeks blushing from something other than the cold. Her lip trembled a moment, as if something impassioned were trying to crawl out. That danger passed quickly, and her gaze once again became detached. “I was briefed on your… personality… I suggest we confine our interactions to necessity.” Her eyes left Tiffany and roamed over their surroundings, stopping at the parking lot. “We appear to have attracted some attention as well… We should depart.”
Tiffany’s dark purple eyes also flicked to the men in the lot. “Oh, don’t worry about them. I’m a lot more dangerous than they are.”
“I should hope so…”
Ami turned, the tails of her giant blush fox vestments swaying after. The high collared wrap/stole, muff, and hat were the ceremonial uniform of the Countess’s Handmaidens. Tiffany remembered them from her time at the ranch. If Ami was indeed the First Handmaiden, and she had no reason to believe otherwise, then something was quite certain. She could give a hell of a furjob.
A ranch limo pulled up, black with chrome trim. At the wheel was one of the ranch valets, dressed in a mink uniform with crystal fox trim. As a valet, she would be near the bottom rung of that little society, Tiffany recalled.
Before Ami could act, Tiffany opened the rear door. She saw the interior lined with chinchilla, large fox pillows strewn about. Typical ranch décor. Tiffany pulled herself through the wide doorway, her wide pink fox coat still brushing the frame as she passed through. Ami followed behind her, pulling the door shut.
Tiffany unconsciously began stroking the liquid soft chinchilla seat cushions upon which she now sat. Her mind was suddenly tugged a bit further down her frame, as the inviting limo interior was further fueling her swelling testicles. She felt the vehicle begin to move forward. They circled the lot and passed the group of large men that had been watching them.
Tiffany smiled to herself, “Small world.”
* * *
Jim watched the limo pull away. His dick was rather obviously tenting in his jeans. He was in good company, as a similar condition afflicted all of them. He couldn’t see through the opaque windows of the long, sleek limousine, yet something compelled him to keep looking, knowing what was inside. They all did.
“Fuck man, are there more of them?”
Jim shook it off. He knew that ranch where he’d brought that bitch and her amazing chinchilla was somewhere around Fox Mesa. He knew he shouldn’t just show up at the front gate and ask to be let in. Something about that seemed perfectly clear, though he never recalled anyone saying that to him directly. It just seemed… obvious.
“Trust me guys, there’s fur all around here, won’t be a problem.”
She was in that limo. She met the Eurasian chick on the terminal steps and got in. That giantess from the bathroom with the mutant dick. The one who’d given him the number. The number that no longer worked. The one he shouldn’t have bothered calling again in the first place.
“C’mon guys, let’s get to the lodge.”
* * *
The men were still watching the limo as it pulled out onto the airport access road and vanished from sight. Tiffany only briefly wondered why Jim would come back here. He seemed smarter than that. Hope springs eternal.
The pressure in her nuts quickly pulled her from further consideration of Jim’s motives. Tiffany threw her hair back, fingers clutching the chinchilla upholstery tightly. Ami’s eyes flashed down to Tiffany’s tightening grip then back to Tiffany’s flushed face, a bemused smile passing over her thin lips. Ami sat across from Tiffany, her long silky-smooth black hair revealed with the removal of her hat. That tall round piece of fluffy fox fur would never fit in the low ceiling of the limo. She had placed it on the wide seat beside her.
Tiffany grimaced slightly. “How long is the drive?”
Ami said, “Roughly twenty minutes until we reach the drop area. There we will retrieve your gear.”
“Twenty minutes?” Tiffany’s voice huffed.
“Yes.”
“Good… It’s only going to take me about 3 to fuck up your upholstery…”
Ami’s lip curled into a half smile as she watched Tiffany pull open her massive pink fox coat and start clawing at the white leather skirt’s thin zipper. The much-abused leather creaked and cracked as Tiffany’s erection pressed at it from below. The zipper finally cleaved and the strap of leather popped away, bringing the massive erection its much-needed freedom. Tiffany heaved a sigh of relief as her bloated nuts dropped down in their hairless sac onto the chinchilla seat. Completely distracted, she didn’t notice the widening of the Handmaiden’s eyes and the slide of her tongue across her lips.
Tiffany grabbed a white fox and crystal fox pillows and slapped them together on either side of her 15-inch erection. She pressed at them and began furiously stroking them up and down the shaft. The small pillows were thickly stuffed and the fur exquisitely soft. In her heightened arousal, streams of white, milky precum began to roll from the tip of her cock down the shaft, wetting down the broad faces of the fur pillows. Her back arched and her tits pointed upwards under her top. “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh…” she gasped, the pleasure rolling through her body from her sensitive cock.
It was hardly even a minute before Tiffany felt the orgasm building. She didn’t care about “lasting”; this was all about relieving the pent up pressures in her bloated nuts. Her sack was stretched and red, the testicles inside overflowing with potent seed that Tiffany had every intention of spaying all over the chinchilla interior of the limo. Not like the ranch wasn’t prepared for such eventualities. She felt the immanent rush of cum building to a final release.
Then she kept feeling it.
The heightened, electric delight of the moment just prior to release reverberated through her body in what seemed an endless loop. She thrashed her head back and forth, her red hair floating through the high, pink collar of her fox coat. The pleasure built and built but she couldn’t release the frenzied, steaming spunk from her nuts. Tiffany’s eyes cracked open, and she looked down.
Ami leaned forward from her seat, her left hand outstretched. The smaller figure’s first two fingers on her delicate right hand pressed into the base of Tiffany’s raging hardon, just above her ballooned, smooth nutsac. Ami’s devilish smile widened as she met Tiffany’s gaze.
“I am the First Handmaiden… It is my art to prolong pleasure.”
“Shit…” Tiffany gasped. “Let me cum, bitch.”
Ami shook her head, “You never learned control, obviously.”
Tiffany dropped the pillows, their sides soggy from the first white flows of precum that sluiced from her gaping pisshole. Tiffany’s potent precum was the milky white consistency of any normal man’s actual ejaculate, not just a clear seminal fluid. The two fox pillows were mauled, dripping, and streaked with it. They bounced off the edge of the seat-bottoms and into the floor. Tiffany’s free hands tried to reach forward and take hold of Ami’s wrists, but the pure fur sexual gratification rushing through her body made fine control impossible. She shook as if hooked up to a hot lead, bliss rushing through her like electricity.
But she couldn’t cum.
“If I let you cum like this you’ll just be ready to fuck something again in a couple hours. Just like any lazy bitch…” Ami’s voice drifted through the limo. “The Countess wants you to be focused on the task ahead…”
Ami pulled her fingers away but Tiffany still could not cum. Ami reached back and picked up the massive barrel muff sitting on the seat beside her hat. Ami brought the muff up to Tiffany’s vertically oriented shaft and slowly began to rotate the long, soft blush fox hairs against the base of the cock. “The Countess wishes me to milk you dryer than you’ve ever been in your life.”
Tiffany’s pleasure-clouded mind only sunk deeper into erotic elation as the Handmaiden’s muff twirled slowly against her fat cock. Ami’s fingers stopped the precum leaking and the pillows had left the skin of her dick dry and perfectly ready for stroking. The smooth skin and the much smoother fur interacted perfectly, sending powerful sensations through the helpless Tiffany’s body. Ami sped up the rotation of the muff steadily, rolling it up and down as she twirled it. The big, fluffy barrel muff rubbing caused Tiffany’s ballsac to stretch further, her nuts swelling beyond the side of golf balls as they struggled to both contain the cum they already produced and drove to produce yet more.
Ami finally pulled the twirling muff away from Tiffany’s cock. She teased at the uncut head of the cock; its foreskin pulled completely back in this state of complete arousal. She brushed at it with the end of the muff, letting the blush fox hairs play across it. The tails hanging off the muff played along the shaft. “Ready?”
“Let… me… cum…” Tiffany rasped between deep, heavy breaths. Her body shook under the heavy form of her pink fox coat. The giant fur’s thick pelts ruffles and swayed from Tiffany’s pleasure-induced tremors.
“You will…”
Ami stopped teasing with the end of the muff and slid Tiffany’s huge dick down into the open end.
Tiffany jerked like she was electrocuted as her cock came in contact with the tightly stuffed interior of the muff.
“Chin- chill- Fuuuuck!”
Ami nodded. Her slight hands grasped either side of the big barrel muff and began to pump it up and down Tiffany’s cock. The tightly stuffed interior of the muff was indeed lined with the fur of angels, chinchilla. Ami milked Tiffany like a helpless cow. The reaction of her nuts to the chinchilla “pussy” was immediate and, were she not already saturated with pleasure, agonizing. They plumped up further, becoming the size of oranges, the skin trying to contain them now a bright shade of purple.
With an understated glee Ami pumped the muff around Tiffany’s cock. Up and down, she exposed most of the big cock then shoved the muff all the way down. Nearly two feet long, even Tiffany’s impressive length could not take the entire giant, barrel muff. Tiffany’s head shook back and forth, the pleasure indescribable, suffusing every part of her being. The agony in her nutsac was a distant echo, like dentistry under the helpful fog of sedative.
“AaaaaaaarrrrrrrAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhh!”
Tiffany screamed and Ami pumped. In a distant corner of her mind she almost felt sorry for the uninitiated shemale. Ami’s own cock pressed against the tight confines of her sheared mink bodysuit, bulging outward. Ami’s hand slid down and freed it through hidden catch, the mink unfolding and allowing Ami’s stiff flesh to exit and her hairless scrotum to drop down between her mink covered thighs. Ami’s cock swung between her legs, smaller than Tiffany’s but still impressive at almost a foot. The Eurasian shemale relentlessly continued pumping Tiffany’s ballsac more and more; each stroke of the chinchilla pussy inside the huge muff seemed to bloat them wider and wider.
Ami leaned forward to the now sweaty, panting form of Tiffany’s face, still wreathed by the pink fox collar of her coat. “I could kill you… If I kept going your nuts would explode… literally… They’d pop your sac and you’d spew sperm and blood all over this limo like a stuck pig…” Ami pumped the muff up and down again, watching Tiffany’s body spasm in response. “There are those among us who beg to die like this… At the mercy of a Handmaiden…”
Tiffany’s hazy senses registered her plight. Again she tried to push Ami away, but the pleasure was too intense. Her arms couldn’t comply with her brain’s rather incomplete commands.
Ami looked down at Tiffany’s swollen sac, “Mmmmm-Mmmm, this should be fabulous…” She jerked down on the muff, using both hands, pressing the muff down and crushing it into Tiffany’s crotch and balls, which compressed the 2-foot length until the tip of Tiffany’s purple cockhead became exposed through the other end. This drove the already well fucked chinchilla lining harder and harder against the smooth, hot skin of the Amazon shemale’s cock. Ami used one hand to keep the muff compressed around the tip of the giant dick while the other slowly drifted between Tiffany’s spread legs to her stretched, purple nutsac.
“Get ready… I think you’ll like it…”
“Fuu- ucck… you…”
Ami tapped the base of Tiffany’s cock.
Tiffany screamed.
Ami’s eyes widened as the muff-encased cock spit a geyser spurt of cum right into the chinchilla lining on the roof of the limo. The single, direct burst was like a lightning strike in power. It plowed into the chinchilla ceiling and began splattering. The ultra-thick, glutinous sperm broke apart and splashed chaotically, so forcefully was it expelled from the giant penis. A rain of blobs and strings followed, flung across the chinchilla seats, the side and rear windows, and both Tiffany and Ami.
It was just the first.
Tiffany’s pisshole gaped widely, forming a huge channel to allow the flood from her nuts free passage. Ami took hold of both sides of the muff and twisted it as Tiffany screamed in orgasmic bliss. The cum flew in jets from her cock, pasting huge splatters into the roof of the limo which hung down in heavy spunk stalagmites. The spurts did not stop, they hit and continued to explode due to their force. The showering of both Tiffany and Ami’s massive furs with thick, steaming blobs continued unabated as the seconds ticked away. The windows of the limo were soon opaque with a sheet of glistening, pasty spunk.
Tiffany’s cum showered her own thick, fluffy pink fox coat and sprayed jets of sperm into Ami’s enormous wrap/stole. The jelly-like cum stuck and matted down the fur, ruining everything it touched. The smell of it filled the limo’s interior, a reeking scent of sex that would have been overpowering to nearly anyone but the Countess’s own Handmaiden. Ami weathered the sperm storm, her own cock twitching and pulsing at the grand manifestation of the tall, red-headed shemale’s pent-up orgasm. Tiffany’s cock fountained in the muff, like a giant fur dick spraying a never-ending load of spunk.
It did end, though. As Tiffany’s body heaved and spasmed in the midst of the orgasm, her cock slowed to simply oozing out long, wet strings of gelatinous jizz that dipped down into the chinchilla of the muff and bubbled down the sides of the blush fox shell. The muff itself was soaked, like everything in the rear of the limo, with Tiffany’s spunk.
Ami slid back into to the opposite seat, her butt streaking though some of the cum puddles. Tiffany lay in a daze across from her. Ami slipped her finger up to her cheek and pulled a white splotch of hard cocksnot down her lips and swallowed it. “Impressive,” she said. “Virtually royal… How odd.”
Tiffany lifted her head up. Her own jizz streaked her forehead and soaked into her hair, along with most of the rest of her body. Ami had alternated pushing the wildly spurting cock back and forth, shooting spunk at herself and Tiffany’s upper torso. Tiffany made no move to remove it; she just remained still, catching her breath.
Ami’s eyes flicked around. “Gallon… Gallon and a half…” She absently began stroking her own erect cock, which was relatively free of Tiffany’s spunk, unlike most of the rest of the limo’s interior. “You took far more than I expected. Most would have died.”
“Yeah…” Tiffany muttered slowly, “I’m fucking special…” Her breathing returned to normal, her splattered tits rising and falling rhythmically. “I don’t know if I want to kill you… or kiss you…” She heaved a heavy sigh, looking at the streaks and hanging balls of chunky white slime stuck to the chinchilla ceiling. “Little from column A… Little from column B…”
“You will not suffer any excess buildup for at least three days,” Ami commented, licking another blob of Tiffany’s spunk from her finger she’d pulled off the ceiling.
“I can’t cum for 3 days?” Tiffany snapped suddenly. “Column A is looking a lot more attractive now…”
Ami shook her head, “Pay attention. I said you wouldn’t have any excess build-up… You can still cum. Fuck all you want… Though the point of this exercise was keep you from obsessing about it for a while.”
“A warning would have been nice.”
“Yes, it certainly would have been,” Ami replied with a superior smile.
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