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LORNA AND GRACE – PART 2
After their night together, the two lovers calmed down a bit and were especially careful not to be singled out or noticed. Grace’s aunt and uncle came back from the funeral and all was well except for the fact that Grace couldn’t have Lorna over anymore. The rule in Lorna’s rooming house was that a lady could have a visitor, only one, who had to have left by 10PM. No men were allowed except if they were a father or a brother (and they had to prove it). Although it didn’t allow for the two women to spend the night together, at least it was a room where they could make love, as long as they muffled their cries of sexual pleasure.
At work, they didn’t want to hide their friendship and they made sure they spent their lunch hour together and that people got used to seeing them together. Many other women were known as close friends and nobody bothered them or suspected “something funny”. But, as we all know, it is quite easy for someone with a good eye to spot the difference of behavior between two friends and two lovers acting as two friends. And who was best at that ? Other lesbians. The most surprising find the two women made was that there were a good many women in town and even in the Market who were closeted lesbians. The advantage was that they didn’t feel alone. Also it meant it was possible to be a lesbian and have a relationship and at the same time keep under the radar of respectability.
The day after they slept together for the first time, Lorna and Grace were regular friends for most people, except to the lesbians who noticed the looks they gave each other as they left after work, the touching of the shoulder or the arm, that special first smile in the morning. And those women intended to let the two lesbians know that THEY knew and that protection from public opinion had a price.
“My landlady at the rooming house came in after you left last night”, whispered Lorna to Grace at lunch (they had lunch outside in a small park).
“What did she want ? Oh my God, she knows ! Did you cover the sheets ?”, began an agitated Grace.
“I have always been careful but I think she knows. Actually I don’t think we are the only couple “doing it” in that house ”added Lorna blushing slightly
“What did she want ?”, asked Grace getting more and more excited but being careful not to shout.
“She said that because I had a frequent visitor, my rent would go up $1 a week starting next week and that was the rule of the house, which she showed me in print”, said Lorna
“I can help you if you need it”, said Grace
“It’s not the money, it’s ok. No…it’s that she got real close, close enough that I could smell her cheap perfume, and said she would keep quiet if we cooperated”, blurted Lorna
“She going to blackmail us….Oh my God”, cried Grace
Lorna broke their own rule of not getting too close to each other and whispered in Grace’s ear.
“Listen sweetheart, just listen and don’t react right now. We’ll talk about it when we’re alone. There may be times when you or I or both of us have to ..have to do things to other women to keep our secret from getting out into the outside world. It may be worth it or it may not. I think it’s worth it because we don’t have a choice except move to another town where it will be the same. “
Grace felt like crying but that would not look good as they were surrounded by other Market workers. She understood loud and clear what Lorna was telling her. She was inexperienced but she was not stupid.
Finally Grace said: “I think the first person we’ll have to deal with is Marge”.
“Did she do anything to you ?”, cried Lorna, then covered her mouth with her hand.
“No..she hasn’t but she said the three of us should have a picnic at her place one night”, said Grace biting her lower lip
“I think I know what she means by “picnic””, answered Lorna
The lunch break was over and the two women walked back to the Market in silence.
“At least we won’t have to deal with men”, laughed Lorna
“There is a limit to what we will agree to do”, agreed Grace seriously
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That afternoon, Marge cornered Lorna in the ladies room. She dragged Lorna into a stall with her and held her against the wall with both hands on her shoulders. Marge was 20 years older than Lorna and she was built, taller and heavier. There was no point in Lorna resisting. The older lesbian put her hand on Lorna’s face and squeezed her mouth while she whispered into her ear.
“You and that little wench better accept my invitation for some fun at my place or else there will be an anonymous message in the newspaper about the two of you. You’ll meet the editor’s wife when you come over”, snarled Marge
As soon as the stall door opened, Lorna walked briskly out and back to her vegetable table.
The next day, both Lorna and Grace were invited for an after dinner drink at Marge’s house on Saturday evening. Both accepted and thanked the hostess.
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It was a warm evening which was good because the women had been told to wear “as little as was decently possible”. They walked together towards Marge’s house in silence until Lorna broke the ice.
“I’ve heard more from my landlady”, whispered Lorna
“About what ?”, asked Grace
“About a secret lesbian group in town. The group watches over its members and that prevents the whole town from knowing about them individually”, started Lorna
“It’s like “if you tell on me, I’ll tell on you” type of blackmail ?”, asked Grace who had suspected something like that was happening.
“Yes…that’s exactly that…but there is more. No more exclusivity, no more sleeping with only one girl “ added Lorna on the brink of tears
“So you can’t say no or else you’re kicked out of the group and exposed to all the village”, added Grace who seemed to be less irritated by that part.
“I don’t know if I can go along with that”, said Grace
“Sweetheart, let’s be practical about this. We can still love each other and if we want to continue to live here, we have to go by those rules. If we sleep with other women, it won’t mean we love each other less”, added Grace tactfully
“I hope you’re right. We’ll have a sample of this tonight, that’s for sure”, said Lorna squeezing Grace’s hand as they reached the small bungalow.
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“Well here they are”, cried Marge, “I don’t think you know Erica”.
Presentations were made. Erica was the wife of the editor of the town newspaper. Tall, full-bodied woman of 50, Erica was a descendant of the Swedish settlers. She was quite beautiful and reminded Lorna of some of the women in the Midwest.
Grace and Erica had a glass of wine while the two guest had beer. The women sat in the small living room on two sofas. The d****s were closed. There was only one lamp. When she finished her glass of wine, Marge took off her blouse and unsnapped her bra. Her large tits bounced out. Both Grace and Lorna nearly choked as they swallowed their last sip of beer. They understood that was the signal. Erica was sitting across from Lorna and it was obvious when she crossed her legs slowly that she wasn’t wearing much under that tight skirt. Lorna felt she was Erica’s target.
“So sweetie, can we see your tits ?”, asked Marge looking at Grace
Grace unbuttoned her blouse, her hands shaking just enough to be noticeable. Then something strange happened. Lorna got up and walked over to Marge and cupped both her breasts.
“Aren’t you interested in me ?”, she purred
“No..not for now…it’s the cute one I’ve been drooling over for months that I want right now”, said Marge in a throaty voice.
“Don’t worry baby…I’ll be all right”, reassured Grace
Grace finally took off her blouse and turned to Lorna to have her unsnap her bra.
Her small upturned tits brought a sigh of satisfaction from Erica and Marge.
When she turned to go back to her seat, Lorna ran into Erica who put her arms around her waist and kissed her. Lorna’s first reflex was to avoid the kiss which landed on her cheek, then she touched Erica’s lips with hers. Erica’s tongue forced itself inside Lorna’s mouth and the girl gave in and began to tongue-kiss with the tall Swede.
In the meantime, Marge was naked and Grace stepping out of her underpants. Lorna turned her head to watch her lover with Marge. Erica put her hand under Lorna’s jaw and twisted her head towards her.
“From now on, you look at me and only me”, Erica warned
Lorna swallowed and unbuttoned the tall woman’s blouse and unsnapped her bra while Erica was doing the same to her. When they were half-naked they kissed again and rubbed their tits together.
The other couple had tangled together on one sofa and Lorna heard moans from Marge as Grace had her head between her thick thighs. Then the couples proceeded more quickly as Erica and Lorna got into a 69 on the other couch and began to lick each other’s hairy cunt. Marge and Grace imitated them on the other sofa, Marge getting an eager mouthful of the little cunt she had been drooling over for months. Moans and groans could be heard as the two sixty-nining lesbian couples sucked each other with gusto. The reader probably wonders how two inexperienced and blackmailed lesbians like Grace and Lorna could participate so willingly in a suckfest with two experienced and dominating dykes as Marge and Erica. First of all, they didn’t have a choice, secondly as soon as Lorna and Grace smelled wet cunt, their resistance vanished and they wanted sex. One has to remember that both had just begun having lesbian sex after years of abstention and guilt.
In one couple, Marge was on top of Grace who didn’t hesitate to finger her lover’s puckered hole. The other couple had agreed to do a sideways 69 so that each had easy access to the other’s ass. The first cries of orgasm came from Grace and Marge. Who came first doesn’t matter but both came hard. Then Erica cried out “Fuck” (Lorna would never do that) as she creamed in Lorna’s face, then Lorna came more quietly but strongly rubbing her cunt against Erica’s nose and mouth. A few minutes went by before Grace slapped Marge’s asscheeks as she wanted some breathing room. Erica twisted around so that she could kiss Lorna and exchange cunt juice. The smell of female sex filled the room. Lorna and Grace looked at each other while avoiding eye contact. Their hair was a mess, sweat covered their body, and patches of cunt juice shined on their face and tits. Surprisingly neither seemed to feel remorse or guilt. Neither could lie and say she didn’t have a good time. But they also knew this session was not over yet.
Marge walked over to the other couch. Erica got up and made her way to Grace’s couch.
“So dyke face, are you going to be my bitch or are you going to put up a fight ?”, asked Marge who seemed in a overexcited sexual mood.
“You can climb on top of me and we’ll see what happens”, articulated Lorna
Marge pushed Lorna on the couch and mounted her with surprising speed.
Grace and Erica watched for a few minutes as the two lesbians began to hump.
“You’re my bitch”, whispered Erica to Grace
“Ok”, said Grace as she got on her back and opened her legs, ready for Erica’s onslaught.
The taller bigger blonde mounted the small Canadian bitch and covered her lover’s small hairy triangle with her curly blonde cunt. Erica was surprised to feel Grace’s erect clit ready for action. She kissed her smaller lover and plowed her long clit into the girl’s crack pushing it upwards until it touched her lover’s clit.
In the meantime, Marge was rubbing cunts with Lorna, something she had wanted to do for years. Both cracks were wide open and wet. Lorna’s tits were hard and her nipples rubbed against Marge’s larger nipples. It was a classic lesbian fuck. Lorna was usually on top but this time she was willing to have Marge get her jollies without putting up a fight. Marge was talking dirty in Lorna’s ear and the lettuce lady could feel the other woman’s small hard clit rubbing against her own. She closed her eyes as Marge’s mouth covered hers and her tongue slid roughly into her half-opened mouth. Lorna raised her legs so that clits rubbed directly. She grabbed Marge’s asscheeks and pulled the older lesbian’s lower body towards hers. Lorna surprised herself by coming a few seconds before Marge. The two women screamed. Lorna had never been attracted to Marge but in this context, a cunt was a cunt.
Erica and Grace slowed down their fuck to have a look at the other couple and then resumed their humping. Grace could feel her juices flowing down from her cunt to her ass and onto the couch. The bigger woman smothered her with her large tits, her huge lips, and her big ass which Grace was squeezing. Erica was so excited she squirted inside Grace’s open cunt hole. Grace came hard also and dug her nails into the Swede’s fleshy buttocks.
Erica got off Grace so that her lover could breathe. Both were covered in sweat and Grace’s hair, barely long enough to reach her shoulders, was plastered against her forehead and cheekbones. Both couples had their bellies and thighs covered in cunt juices. Lorna and Marge kept pinching each other’s nipples although their sex session was over. The sexual tension between those two had been silent, and often annoying as far as Lorna was concerned, but it had always been very strong and at the point of bursting. Tonight it exploded. Grace was a bit shaken by the intimacy between Lorna and Marge, forgetting her own antics with the older woman and her no-holds-barred fuck with Erica. Maybe wanting to annoy Lorna, Grace accepted Grace’s not so subtle invitation for some mutual pee play. Erica turned Lorna down. Wasn’t her thing. Then the four women showered without any more sexual touching, and Grace and Lorna left the bungalow.
Both lovers walked into the night rather quickly since Lorna had to meet her curfew at her rooming house. Neither spoke and the atmosphere was heavy and somewhat tense. Grace stopped a few hundred feet from her aunt and uncle’s house. She gave Lorna a quick kiss.
Lorna continued her walk and made it a few minutes before her curfew. Her landlady was waiting for her on the balcony. Her name was Janice and she was probably 45 although she could have been older. She was tall and skinny with long black hair which covered her shoulders. Her bony face was what people noticed most.
“Just wanted to make sure you made it home on time”, said Janice
“Did my best”, answered Lorna
“Had a good time ?”, asked Janice
“Yes I did….we did”, stuttered Lorna
“That Erica is something else”, whispered Janice as she got up and walked inside.
TO BE CONTINUED
After their night together, the two lovers calmed down a bit and were especially careful not to be singled out or noticed. Grace’s aunt and uncle came back from the funeral and all was well except for the fact that Grace couldn’t have Lorna over anymore. The rule in Lorna’s rooming house was that a lady could have a visitor, only one, who had to have left by 10PM. No men were allowed except if they were a father or a brother (and they had to prove it). Although it didn’t allow for the two women to spend the night together, at least it was a room where they could make love, as long as they muffled their cries of sexual pleasure.
At work, they didn’t want to hide their friendship and they made sure they spent their lunch hour together and that people got used to seeing them together. Many other women were known as close friends and nobody bothered them or suspected “something funny”. But, as we all know, it is quite easy for someone with a good eye to spot the difference of behavior between two friends and two lovers acting as two friends. And who was best at that ? Other lesbians. The most surprising find the two women made was that there were a good many women in town and even in the Market who were closeted lesbians. The advantage was that they didn’t feel alone. Also it meant it was possible to be a lesbian and have a relationship and at the same time keep under the radar of respectability.
The day after they slept together for the first time, Lorna and Grace were regular friends for most people, except to the lesbians who noticed the looks they gave each other as they left after work, the touching of the shoulder or the arm, that special first smile in the morning. And those women intended to let the two lesbians know that THEY knew and that protection from public opinion had a price.
“My landlady at the rooming house came in after you left last night”, whispered Lorna to Grace at lunch (they had lunch outside in a small park).
“What did she want ? Oh my God, she knows ! Did you cover the sheets ?”, began an agitated Grace.
“I have always been careful but I think she knows. Actually I don’t think we are the only couple “doing it” in that house ”added Lorna blushing slightly
“What did she want ?”, asked Grace getting more and more excited but being careful not to shout.
“She said that because I had a frequent visitor, my rent would go up $1 a week starting next week and that was the rule of the house, which she showed me in print”, said Lorna
“I can help you if you need it”, said Grace
“It’s not the money, it’s ok. No…it’s that she got real close, close enough that I could smell her cheap perfume, and said she would keep quiet if we cooperated”, blurted Lorna
“She going to blackmail us….Oh my God”, cried Grace
Lorna broke their own rule of not getting too close to each other and whispered in Grace’s ear.
“Listen sweetheart, just listen and don’t react right now. We’ll talk about it when we’re alone. There may be times when you or I or both of us have to ..have to do things to other women to keep our secret from getting out into the outside world. It may be worth it or it may not. I think it’s worth it because we don’t have a choice except move to another town where it will be the same. “
Grace felt like crying but that would not look good as they were surrounded by other Market workers. She understood loud and clear what Lorna was telling her. She was inexperienced but she was not stupid.
Finally Grace said: “I think the first person we’ll have to deal with is Marge”.
“Did she do anything to you ?”, cried Lorna, then covered her mouth with her hand.
“No..she hasn’t but she said the three of us should have a picnic at her place one night”, said Grace biting her lower lip
“I think I know what she means by “picnic””, answered Lorna
The lunch break was over and the two women walked back to the Market in silence.
“At least we won’t have to deal with men”, laughed Lorna
“There is a limit to what we will agree to do”, agreed Grace seriously
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That afternoon, Marge cornered Lorna in the ladies room. She dragged Lorna into a stall with her and held her against the wall with both hands on her shoulders. Marge was 20 years older than Lorna and she was built, taller and heavier. There was no point in Lorna resisting. The older lesbian put her hand on Lorna’s face and squeezed her mouth while she whispered into her ear.
“You and that little wench better accept my invitation for some fun at my place or else there will be an anonymous message in the newspaper about the two of you. You’ll meet the editor’s wife when you come over”, snarled Marge
As soon as the stall door opened, Lorna walked briskly out and back to her vegetable table.
The next day, both Lorna and Grace were invited for an after dinner drink at Marge’s house on Saturday evening. Both accepted and thanked the hostess.
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It was a warm evening which was good because the women had been told to wear “as little as was decently possible”. They walked together towards Marge’s house in silence until Lorna broke the ice.
“I’ve heard more from my landlady”, whispered Lorna
“About what ?”, asked Grace
“About a secret lesbian group in town. The group watches over its members and that prevents the whole town from knowing about them individually”, started Lorna
“It’s like “if you tell on me, I’ll tell on you” type of blackmail ?”, asked Grace who had suspected something like that was happening.
“Yes…that’s exactly that…but there is more. No more exclusivity, no more sleeping with only one girl “ added Lorna on the brink of tears
“So you can’t say no or else you’re kicked out of the group and exposed to all the village”, added Grace who seemed to be less irritated by that part.
“I don’t know if I can go along with that”, said Grace
“Sweetheart, let’s be practical about this. We can still love each other and if we want to continue to live here, we have to go by those rules. If we sleep with other women, it won’t mean we love each other less”, added Grace tactfully
“I hope you’re right. We’ll have a sample of this tonight, that’s for sure”, said Lorna squeezing Grace’s hand as they reached the small bungalow.
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“Well here they are”, cried Marge, “I don’t think you know Erica”.
Presentations were made. Erica was the wife of the editor of the town newspaper. Tall, full-bodied woman of 50, Erica was a descendant of the Swedish settlers. She was quite beautiful and reminded Lorna of some of the women in the Midwest.
Grace and Erica had a glass of wine while the two guest had beer. The women sat in the small living room on two sofas. The d****s were closed. There was only one lamp. When she finished her glass of wine, Marge took off her blouse and unsnapped her bra. Her large tits bounced out. Both Grace and Lorna nearly choked as they swallowed their last sip of beer. They understood that was the signal. Erica was sitting across from Lorna and it was obvious when she crossed her legs slowly that she wasn’t wearing much under that tight skirt. Lorna felt she was Erica’s target.
“So sweetie, can we see your tits ?”, asked Marge looking at Grace
Grace unbuttoned her blouse, her hands shaking just enough to be noticeable. Then something strange happened. Lorna got up and walked over to Marge and cupped both her breasts.
“Aren’t you interested in me ?”, she purred
“No..not for now…it’s the cute one I’ve been drooling over for months that I want right now”, said Marge in a throaty voice.
“Don’t worry baby…I’ll be all right”, reassured Grace
Grace finally took off her blouse and turned to Lorna to have her unsnap her bra.
Her small upturned tits brought a sigh of satisfaction from Erica and Marge.
When she turned to go back to her seat, Lorna ran into Erica who put her arms around her waist and kissed her. Lorna’s first reflex was to avoid the kiss which landed on her cheek, then she touched Erica’s lips with hers. Erica’s tongue forced itself inside Lorna’s mouth and the girl gave in and began to tongue-kiss with the tall Swede.
In the meantime, Marge was naked and Grace stepping out of her underpants. Lorna turned her head to watch her lover with Marge. Erica put her hand under Lorna’s jaw and twisted her head towards her.
“From now on, you look at me and only me”, Erica warned
Lorna swallowed and unbuttoned the tall woman’s blouse and unsnapped her bra while Erica was doing the same to her. When they were half-naked they kissed again and rubbed their tits together.
The other couple had tangled together on one sofa and Lorna heard moans from Marge as Grace had her head between her thick thighs. Then the couples proceeded more quickly as Erica and Lorna got into a 69 on the other couch and began to lick each other’s hairy cunt. Marge and Grace imitated them on the other sofa, Marge getting an eager mouthful of the little cunt she had been drooling over for months. Moans and groans could be heard as the two sixty-nining lesbian couples sucked each other with gusto. The reader probably wonders how two inexperienced and blackmailed lesbians like Grace and Lorna could participate so willingly in a suckfest with two experienced and dominating dykes as Marge and Erica. First of all, they didn’t have a choice, secondly as soon as Lorna and Grace smelled wet cunt, their resistance vanished and they wanted sex. One has to remember that both had just begun having lesbian sex after years of abstention and guilt.
In one couple, Marge was on top of Grace who didn’t hesitate to finger her lover’s puckered hole. The other couple had agreed to do a sideways 69 so that each had easy access to the other’s ass. The first cries of orgasm came from Grace and Marge. Who came first doesn’t matter but both came hard. Then Erica cried out “Fuck” (Lorna would never do that) as she creamed in Lorna’s face, then Lorna came more quietly but strongly rubbing her cunt against Erica’s nose and mouth. A few minutes went by before Grace slapped Marge’s asscheeks as she wanted some breathing room. Erica twisted around so that she could kiss Lorna and exchange cunt juice. The smell of female sex filled the room. Lorna and Grace looked at each other while avoiding eye contact. Their hair was a mess, sweat covered their body, and patches of cunt juice shined on their face and tits. Surprisingly neither seemed to feel remorse or guilt. Neither could lie and say she didn’t have a good time. But they also knew this session was not over yet.
Marge walked over to the other couch. Erica got up and made her way to Grace’s couch.
“So dyke face, are you going to be my bitch or are you going to put up a fight ?”, asked Marge who seemed in a overexcited sexual mood.
“You can climb on top of me and we’ll see what happens”, articulated Lorna
Marge pushed Lorna on the couch and mounted her with surprising speed.
Grace and Erica watched for a few minutes as the two lesbians began to hump.
“You’re my bitch”, whispered Erica to Grace
“Ok”, said Grace as she got on her back and opened her legs, ready for Erica’s onslaught.
The taller bigger blonde mounted the small Canadian bitch and covered her lover’s small hairy triangle with her curly blonde cunt. Erica was surprised to feel Grace’s erect clit ready for action. She kissed her smaller lover and plowed her long clit into the girl’s crack pushing it upwards until it touched her lover’s clit.
In the meantime, Marge was rubbing cunts with Lorna, something she had wanted to do for years. Both cracks were wide open and wet. Lorna’s tits were hard and her nipples rubbed against Marge’s larger nipples. It was a classic lesbian fuck. Lorna was usually on top but this time she was willing to have Marge get her jollies without putting up a fight. Marge was talking dirty in Lorna’s ear and the lettuce lady could feel the other woman’s small hard clit rubbing against her own. She closed her eyes as Marge’s mouth covered hers and her tongue slid roughly into her half-opened mouth. Lorna raised her legs so that clits rubbed directly. She grabbed Marge’s asscheeks and pulled the older lesbian’s lower body towards hers. Lorna surprised herself by coming a few seconds before Marge. The two women screamed. Lorna had never been attracted to Marge but in this context, a cunt was a cunt.
Erica and Grace slowed down their fuck to have a look at the other couple and then resumed their humping. Grace could feel her juices flowing down from her cunt to her ass and onto the couch. The bigger woman smothered her with her large tits, her huge lips, and her big ass which Grace was squeezing. Erica was so excited she squirted inside Grace’s open cunt hole. Grace came hard also and dug her nails into the Swede’s fleshy buttocks.
Erica got off Grace so that her lover could breathe. Both were covered in sweat and Grace’s hair, barely long enough to reach her shoulders, was plastered against her forehead and cheekbones. Both couples had their bellies and thighs covered in cunt juices. Lorna and Marge kept pinching each other’s nipples although their sex session was over. The sexual tension between those two had been silent, and often annoying as far as Lorna was concerned, but it had always been very strong and at the point of bursting. Tonight it exploded. Grace was a bit shaken by the intimacy between Lorna and Marge, forgetting her own antics with the older woman and her no-holds-barred fuck with Erica. Maybe wanting to annoy Lorna, Grace accepted Grace’s not so subtle invitation for some mutual pee play. Erica turned Lorna down. Wasn’t her thing. Then the four women showered without any more sexual touching, and Grace and Lorna left the bungalow.
Both lovers walked into the night rather quickly since Lorna had to meet her curfew at her rooming house. Neither spoke and the atmosphere was heavy and somewhat tense. Grace stopped a few hundred feet from her aunt and uncle’s house. She gave Lorna a quick kiss.
Lorna continued her walk and made it a few minutes before her curfew. Her landlady was waiting for her on the balcony. Her name was Janice and she was probably 45 although she could have been older. She was tall and skinny with long black hair which covered her shoulders. Her bony face was what people noticed most.
“Just wanted to make sure you made it home on time”, said Janice
“Did my best”, answered Lorna
“Had a good time ?”, asked Janice
“Yes I did….we did”, stuttered Lorna
“That Erica is something else”, whispered Janice as she got up and walked inside.
TO BE CONTINUED
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