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It was a Friday night at the end of my sophomore year at college. A cop had pulled me over as I was driving home.

"Yes it is, Officer."

"And your last name is really Chevrolet?"

"That's my last name. Just like it was the last name of Louis Chevrolet, the co-founder of the Chevrolet car company."

I hated it when people wouldn't believe that my last name was Chevrolet.
If it was Ford, they wouldn't think twice. Now if it was "Google" or "FedEx", I could understand them being doubtful.

"Are you any kin of his?"

"Not that I know of, Officer. He was born in Switzerland in 1878 and the Chevrolet I'm descended from came to the US from France in 1795."

"I find it hard to believe that anyone is really named Chevrolet."

"Can I show you an article from my high school that has my name in it?"

"That'd be nice."

I learned long ago that seeing my name on a website somehow made it real for people. I pulled up an article from my senior year. The picture with the article showed me with short, dark blond hair and blue eyes.

"Here you go, Officer," I said as I handed him my phone.

"Wrestler, huh? Made district semi-finals?"

"In the 170 weight class." For a school as small as ours, it was an impressive performance.

"Have you been drinking tonight?" the cop asked as he handed me back my phone.

"No, Officer." Fortunately, I hadn't.

"Then why do I smell alcohol?"

I pointed my thumb to the passenger seat. "Because my stupid little sister got sloshed at a party. She called me to come get her when her date wouldn't take no for an answer."

"Todd!" squealed my sister Ashlynne. "Why did you tell him that?"

"Because he was going to want to know why I'm driving a drunk girl home. Isn't that right, Officer?"

"I'm not drunk!"

"That question was going to come up," said the officer in a slow drawl. He seemed to be enjoying our conversation. A small town cop having a little fun. I wasn't. "Roll down her window."

I rolled down Ashlynne's window as the cop walked around to her side of the car. I had no idea why he had pulled me over. If he wrote me a ticket, the cost of my car insurance would explode.

"My, you are a sporty little model," said the cop to my sister. I ground my teeth - I was sick of car jokes and puns. "Do you have any ID?"

"No," she said in a small voice. "I was on a date and I didn't think I would need my wallet."

I offered, "I can show you a picture of her with her name on our school website."

"That'd be good," said the officer.

I pulled up a web page that had Ashlynne on it. "You'll have to trust me that she's not an unrelated Chevrolet."

The cop laughed. "I don't know if there's another Chevrolet family in the whole state."

I reached over and handed him my phone. He looked at the web page. "Cheerleader captain? Miss Chevrolet must be great at revving up a crowd." The cop held his flashlight so it wasn't shining in Ashlynne's eyes but he could clearly see her face. Ashlynne was the quintessential cheerleader -
5'5", blue-eyed, blond, pretty, big tits, firm body.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Are you in this car of your own free will?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to take you home instead of your brother?"

Mom and Dad would hit the roof if their little princess was driven home by a cop. As it was, it was going to be a challenge to get Ashlynne in the house without Mom and Dad noticing she was sloshed.

"No."

"Making sure you're okay." The cop turned off his flashlight and walked around to my window. "Now, you probably know why I pulled you over..."

"I have no idea."

"You were doing 36 in a 35 mile per hour speed zone."

I bit my tongue. My insurance rate was going to go through the roof because I was going one mile over the speed limit while rescuing my asshole sister from a bad party scene.

"Now, I can write you a ticket," continued the cop. "Or you can come blow into a little tube in my car and I'll give you just a warning."

"Fuck!" I said.

"Son!"

"I'm sorry, Officer. You're only doing your job. I have to drive back to the dorms tonight and then get up ridiculously early tomorrow for my Geology final. Losing all this sleep because of my stupid sister is killing me." I exhaled to clear my mind. "Let's go."

I got out of the car and we walked back to his cruiser. He motioned me to get into the passenger seat. I sat down in the seat and then blew into a tube he held for me.

"No alcohol," said the cop.

I started to get out of the cruiser when the cop motioned me to be still. "Let's talk while I fill out the warning." As he was writing, he asked, "Why didn't your mom or dad get your sister?"

"Because they would have been furious that she had drunk alcohol and that she had gone to a party where people were drinking."

The cop shook his head. "So she feared her parents' anger more than possibly being raped by her date?" That pulled me up short. I hadn't thought of it that way. "Too many parents are like that. She was lucky she could call you."

He silently filled out the warning, letting that sink in. Ashlynne was lucky that I was home tonight. I lived in the dorms, though I'd be moving home in a few days. I came home tonight to meet with the owner of the fast food place I've worked at since high school about a summer job. I had been about to head back to the dorms when Ashlynne had called. The cop finished the paperwork and began typing into his computer. "Be easy on her. She needs to have someone to get her when she's in an unsafe situation."

I sighed. I knew the cop was right. However, I really wanted to chew my sister out when I got back into the car. "I will."

He moved away from the computer and his voice lightened as he handed me my warning. "I put on your record that you were cooperative and had gone out of your way to help a drunk friend, so hopefully the next cop to pull you over will cut you some slack."

"Thanks!" I said. I was surprised at the kindness.

"Now go home and good luck on your final tomorrow."

* * * *

After dinner that next day, Ashlynne came into my room and closed the door.

"Thanks again for getting me yesterday."

"It was no problem."

"Thanks for taking Mom and Dad to the living room. I expected you to have left before I came in and for one of them to be in the kitchen waiting for me."

The plan we had agreed to in the car was that I would go in first and that she would come in ten minutes later. When I came in, I told Mom and Dad that I had something important to discuss with them and that I wanted to talk in the living room.

I shrugged my shoulders. "It wasn't a big deal. I had something to discuss with them."

"How did the final go?"

"Well. Turned out that sleep wasn't an issue. A bus drove us out to where our final was. I slept the whole drive and felt fresh when I got there. I identified everything I was asked about and had a good answer to every question. On last night - call me if you're ever in a situation like that again. I won't be thrilled, but I'd much rather you be safe."

I felt awkward being nice to Ashlynne. She and I had fought all the time growing up. One of the things I had liked about college was that I was away from her. I had hardly seen her since last summer as my roommate's mom had gotten me a job during Christmas break working at an amusement park and I had stayed with them for all but Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I had changed a lot in that time.

Ashlynne asked, "Is there something I could do for you?"

"Could you set me up with a cheerleader? A smart cheerleader with a great personality?"

"Almost every cheerleader I know who isn't a bitch is dating someone."

"Oh well. It was worth a try." Nothing ventured, nothing gained. "How about you tell me how you wound up in that situation?"

Ashlynne had been standing while I was sitting in my desk chair, but now she sat down on my bed.

"That's fair." She sighed. "I've been wanting for a long time to go out with a smart athlete and last night, I thought I had finally gone out with someone who was right for me. You don't know Jeffrey as he transferred to our school this year. Offensive lineman. Shot putter. He's also in most of my AP classes. A really nice guy I thought. I think he found me intimidating as it was a long time before he would talk with me. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that he showed much interest in me. I finally told him that if he wanted to ask me out that he needed to do it soon as school was almost over. So he asked me out for last night."

Ashlynne leaned forward, apparently happy to have an audience for her story. Ashlynne was a talker and always dominated our conversations the few times that we did talk.

"So we went out to dinner and had a great time. He was so different than the other football players. Instead of talking about only football, he talked about books, movies and music. We have very similar tastes. He seemed thoughtful and caring. I was thinking 'Wow! This is great.' We went to a movie and we held hands and kissed during the movie. When we got outside, I suggested we go someplace where we could be alone."

"So everything was great to that point."

"Yes. Best date I had ever been on. As we drove, I decided that I was going to let Jeffrey do whatever he wanted as long as our clothes stayed on."

I nodded.

"Then everything fell apart. He drove us to a house that was hosting a football team party. I was not happy about that. He said that we would be
there for only a few minutes and then he left me to go find someone. I decided to have a daiquiri while I waited. When Jeffrey didn't come back, I went looking for him and found him with some football players. It was awful. It was like his IQ dropped 30 points in their company. The only thing they would talk about was football games and football practices."

Ashlynne's face was getting flushed in anger. "I had finished my daiquiri and someone handed me another one. I drank it and fumed while he talked with his buddies instead of me. I was about to tell Jeffrey to take me home when a football player came up to Jeffrey and slapped him on the back. Jeffrey grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs. As I was climbing the stairs, I realized I was drunk; that someone had spiked the second daiquiri."

Oh shit.

"Jeffrey pulled me into a bedroom and closed the door. The room reeked. The bed was a mess. Couples apparently had been taking turns in the room and Jeffrey had been waiting for our turn to come up."

The look on Ashlynne's face turned from anger to fear.

"I was scared. I had been dragged into a room without being asked and now I was alone with a really big guy. Jeffrey said 'We've got some privacy now. Let's lay down on the bed.' At this point, I was completely out of the mood. I told Jeffrey that I wanted to go home. He said that I had wanted to go someplace where we could be alone and here we were. He tried to kiss me. I dodged away. He said, 'What's wrong? You were kissing me earlier.' I said that I had been comfortable then but I wasn't comfortable now. I stepped away from him and he followed me. I kept saying that I wanted to go home and he kept saying that we were alone now just like I wanted. Finally, he lunged at me and missed. I got behind him and kicked him in the back of the knee. He went down. The bedroom had a bathroom. I ran in there, locked the door and called you. Once you agreed to get me, I yelled through the door that you were on your way and that you were a champion wrestler. I recited every tournament you've ever won and a few more I made up. Jeffrey tried to talk me out of the bathroom, but I
refused. Once you texted me that you had arrived, I opened the bathroom door and Jeffrey let me leave the room. Then you took me home."

I thought Ashlynne's story over. Had Ashlynne blown it all out of proportion? Had Jeffrey realized he was being stupid when Ashlynne locked herself in the bathroom and if she had come out, would he had taken her home? Maybe. Or maybe Jeffrey would have fucked her against her will.Too many football players at my old high school thought that every girl that showed interest in them wanted to fuck them. I wished that they taught positive consent at my old high school, but anything about sex was verboten.

"You did the right thing in calling me. I'm glad that I could come get you."

Ashlynne sprang off the bed and gave me a hug. "Thanks again." She sat back down on the bed. "How was college?"

"Great up until the very end, where it really sucked."

"How did it suck?"

"In a sucky way."

I turned back to my computer and brought up a video that I had been watching before Ashlynne came in.

"That's all you're going to tell me? I tell you all the details of my harrowing date and all you're going to tell me about your year in college is that at the end it sucked?"

I shrugged, grabbed my headphones and lifted them towards me head.

Ashlynne shot up. "God, you're the biggest jerk. Why do I have to have such a loser for a big brother?"

I never told Ashlynne or my parents anything that I didn't have to. My parents were so uptight that my doing something the least bit wrong would set them off. But Ashlynne had a point - she had told me all the details of her date when I had asked and now I was stonewalling her. As Ashlynne stormed across the room, I began regretting blowing her off. When she reached the door, I said, "Okay. I'll tell you more but you have to promise to tell none of this to Mom and Dad."

"I promise," said Ashlynne as she crossed back to my bed.

"Start of the year in the dorms, I went trawling for freshmen girls. I found one named Mandy that I hit it off with. Mandy is very cute, very smart and lots of fun."

"Is she good in bed?" Ashlynne said it kind of joking, kind of seriously.

None of your fucking business.

"She is very FUN. Anyways, after a couple of weeks we went out. We dated the whole year. It was great - she was my best girlfriend ever."

"Was?"

"My plan was to visit her regularly this summer. Mandy's family lives a little over an hour from here. Work and Mandy were the sum total of my summer plans." I took a big breath. "Thursday, Mandy had her last final in the morning and then her family moved her out of the dorms."

"Why didn't you help?"

"Mandy's sister Brooke goes to the university too - just got her degree and Brooke and I don't get along."

"Okay."

"While Mandy was having her final, I helped my roommate Zach take his stuff out to his car. The dorms were a madhouse with too many cars for not a lot of spaces, so we had to haul his stuff a major distance. We bitched about the dorms the whole time. After we loaded the last of his stuff, Zach turned to me and said, 'What would you think about getting an apartment next year instead of going back to the dorms?' I said I liked the idea and that I'd research it."

"Do Mom and Dad know you're thinking of getting an apartment?"

"It was the important discussion we had last night." Really none of her business. "As I walked back to the dorms, I had a brilliant idea - why not live with Mandy instead of Zach? Mom and Dad would probably freak and cut me off financially, but Mandy and I still might be able to afford it."

"Mom and Dad would freak out."

I shrugged. "Maybe. Parents aren't as strict on juniors in college, particularly if they don't have a little sister in high school. Regardless, I was looking on my laptop at apartments near the university when I heard a knock. I looked up as Mandy came in. 'Mandy! I was just thinking about you! What are you doing here?' 'I can only stay a minute. My parents surprised Brooke with a summer vacation touring Europe. Airfare, Eurail pass and spending money.' 'Great for her!' 'And my parents surprised me by giving me the exact same trip. Brooke and I are going to tour Europe together. As I'm not going to see you for the summer, let's break up and get back together in the fall. Gotta go!' And she left." I sighed. "I was stunned. I sat there in shock for ten minutes. Finally, I decided that we needed to talk this out. I called Mandy, but it went to voicemail. She texted me back that she's crazy busy right now, but she'll get back to me later. Then she never got back to me."

"And she's gone to Europe."

"I think so, but I don't know squat. What I do know is that everything I was looking forward to this summer won't happen. Living together is out. Suckety suck suck suck."

"Are you going to get back together with her in the fall?"

"Maybe." I got up and started pacing. "She was a great girlfriend and it's not her fault that her parents surprised her with a trip to Europe. She was looking forward to being with me this summer as much as I was looking forward to being with her. Her sister isn't dating anyone and will be looking to pick up guys. I'd guess that it was her idea that Mandy break up with me so they can prowl together. Right now, I don't want to forgive her. But will that change when I see her in the fall? It's easy to forgive a hot girl who knows how to turn you on. There are few women in my engineering classes, I won't be in the dorms to trawl freshman girls and I don't know how easy it will be to meet girls at our apartment. By not getting back together with her, I could be cutting off my nose to spite my face."

I sat back down. "So this summer is going to suck big time unless I somehow hook up with a nice girl who's open to dating only for the summer." I turned back to the computer and picked up my headphones. "Get out of here so I can cry in my beer."

* * * *

After that weekend, things changed between Ashlynne and me. I rarely
saw her as I was closing every night except Friday and she had two more
weeks of school. When we did run into each other, we didn't have any
fights and in fact were friendly. Ashlynne graduated as the valedictorian
with a perfect 4.0 grade point average. The Monday morning after
Ashlynne's graduation, I came down the stairs to find Ashlynne in the
kitchen eating breakfast in a bikini. Mom and Dad had already left for
work.

"Good morning," I said.

"Good morning."

My sister had been reading a book while eating non-fat yogurt with some
healthy, high-fiber cereal added. I pulled out a box of Cap'n Crunch and
poured myself a big bowl.

"I don't think I've ever seen you eat breakfast in a bikini before."

Ashlynne laughed. "I slept in late and as soon as I finish breakfast,
I'm going over to a friend's to hang out at her pool all day. How was work
last night?"

"Same old, same old; which is a good thing. Work is only interesting
when bad things happen."

"I was wondering - what major was Mandy? Engineering?"

"Women's studies."

"Really?"

"Really."

"I didn't picture you as the type to date a women's studies major."

I shrugged. "She wasn't how I pictured a women's studies major to be
and I did picture myself dating someone as cute as Mandy, so I decided to
give it a try. It was a little rough at first because Mandy was so big
into positive consent, but it worked out. We had a lot of long,
interesting discussions that opened my eyes to what was going on around
me."

"Have you forgiven Mandy for going to Europe?"

"Umm...No. It really pisses me off that she'd suddenly unilaterally
change our relationship. Our relationship had been all about communication
and mutual agreement. When she gets back from Europe, we'll meet and talk
things over. I'll decide then if I want to get back together with her."
The more I got over the shock of our breakup, the more doubtful I was that
we'd get back together. "Regardless, I'm looking to date someone this
summer; somebody to have fun with. Speaking of that, I hope I wasn't too
pushy when I asked you to set me up with a cheerleader."

"It didn't bother me, but don't ask me again. I don't keep track of the
love lives of other cheerleaders."

"Okay."

"Anyone at your work you're thinking of asking out?"

"There's someone my age who has expressed interest in me." I paused for
the punch line. "She's a mother of two."

Ashlynne laughed. "I'm guessing that you don't want an insta-family."

I shrugged. "It's not the end of the world, but she's not special."

"What do you consider special?"

"Smart. Good-looking. Fun, ambitious, nice personality and fit."

Ashlynne nodded her head. "Girls who are good-looking, fun, nice
personality and fit get snapped up pretty fast. Guys aren't that
interested in ambitious smart girls, so most girls have learned to act not
smart. But overall, you're not likely to date someone special here."

I wasn't surprised. The joys of small town life. "You said way back
that you want to go out with a smart athlete. How come? Why not just
someone smart or just an athlete?"

"He definitely has to be smart. I'm not going to play dumb for some
guy. As for being an athlete, it's what's attractive to me. As a
cheerleader, I was around athletes all the time and I'm used to muscular
guys. Thin, little nerds have no appeal. I'm hoping I'll have better luck
at the university than I've had here." Ashlynne and I were going to be
attending the same public university. "I've had lots of dates, but I
haven't met a guy that I wanted as a boyfriend."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. I've been so busy all through high school. Cheerleading
took up a huge amount of time and classes took up most of the rest. If I
was going to make time for a guy, he had to be something special and I
didn't met anyone that special." Ashlynne closed her book. "Time for me to
be off. Would you please take my dish when you take yours?"

"Sure."

I watched as Ashlynne stood and left the room. It was hard for me to
believe that someone as hot as she was couldn't find a boyfriend. I did
know that nobody had worked harder at cheer than her. Nobody had
outstudied her. I had worked hard at wrestling and my studies, but not as
hard as Ashlynne had. So her not having time for a boyfriend sounded
plausible. She would have time this summer for one, but then she would
have to study, study, study at college if she was going to get into med
school.

Ashlynne had always been the one my parents had been the most proud of.
Growing up, I had played a variety of sports and had been good but not
great at all of them. Ashlynne had also played a variety of sports, but
had been great at cheer right away. When I had settled on wrestling, Mom
and Dad had been supportive but never excited. Whenever they had talked to
friends and family, they had always started with the latest news on
Ashlynne's cheerleading and then had discussed my wrestling if they had
time. Now, they were over the moon about Ashlynne becoming a doctor while
they were merely pleased that I was going to be an engineer.

I had to admit that I had done a lot of mean things to Ashlynne over the
years. I had started most of our fights. I had loved to mock her about
not being able to spell her own name correctly. But now that we weren't
fighting, it was hard for me to remember why I had been always so angry at
her. Was it because I was really angry at my parents for so obviously
favoring her? If so, how was that her fault?

* * * *

The next Monday, I was on my second bowl of Cap'n Crunch when Ashlynne
came into the kitchen. I nearly spewed my food - Ashlynne was wearing a
nightshirt.

When Ashlynne had been thirteen, she realized one night that I was
checking out her then-small titties. She had freaked out and had been
furious at me. Since then, she would never let me see her in a nightshirt
if she could help it. It had been one of those things that we had fought
constantly about. Once she was in a nightshirt, I couldn't come into her
room. If I had to talk to her, she'd crack open the door a tiny bit and
hide behind it so I'd couldn't see any of her as we talked. If our parents
wanted her to come out of her room while she was in a nightshirt, I had to
stay in my room. If we traveled, she'd tell me every night to not be a
perv and check her out. If Mom and Dad left the room and/or looked away,
I'd check out her body. She did have a hot body and it royally pissed her
off.

"What are you reading?" asked Ashlynne.

"Uncle Tom's Cabin."

"What? Why are you reading that?"

We had had breakfast together all last week. Without Mom and Dad to
rouse us out of bed, we both got up at about the same time. Ashlynne was
down later than usual and I had slowed my eating so that I was still at the
dinner table when she showed. I had come to enjoy our morning talks before
we went our separate ways for the day.

"I should have read it for History during my freshman year, but I waited
too long and had to make due reading up on it online. It was in my room
and I thought 'What the hell?'"

"How do you like it?"

"Not bad, but I can handle it only so long."

Once Ashlynne had her yogurt and cereal, she joined me.

"You're wearing a nightshirt."

Ashlynne blushed. "Yeah. I didn't feel like getting dressed yet. I'm
going to have to get used to boys seeing me in my nightshirt when I live in
the dorms."

She seemed very embarrassed. Was that why she was late coming down this
morning - building up the courage to let me see her in a nightshirt?

"What are you reading?" I asked.

"It's a book about patients with bizarre neurological disorders. It's
interesting yet weird."

She told me about some of the patients.

Out of left field, Ashlynne said, "You've changed."

"That happens. But don't tell Mom and Dad."

Ashlynne smiled. "You don't treat me like I'm a little brat anymore.
You treat me like I have a brain."

"You do."

"You treat me with respect, like I'm your equal."

"I wouldn't go that far," I said slightly sarcastically.

Ashlynne chuckled. "I wish other guys would treat me that way."

"How do they treat you?"

"It's hard to describe. They put me on a pedestal. They're intimidated
by me. They really want to impress me."

"Like a celebrity?"

"Yeah," said Ashlynne a little surprised.

"I've lived in the big city for two years now. Small-town celebrities
don't impress me."

Ashlynne laughed. "Have you been going to the gym?"

"Every weekday."

"Would you mind if I joined you?"

"Not at all."

"I haven't had any kind of exercise since the end of the school year and
I'm starting to feel out of shape. Could I ask a big favor?"

"Ask."

"If some guy keeps talking to me and won't take the hint that I'm not
interested, would you please shoo him away?"

"Certainly."

* * * *

The next Monday, I was the one who came into the kitchen second.
Ashlynne was in a nightshirt. She had worn a nightshirt to breakfast
through Friday, had come down dressed on the weekend when Mom and Dad were
home, and was now back to a nightshirt. By now, we were spending quite a
bit of time with each other. We were both still tentative around each
other, like we expected the fighting to start back up at any time. But as
the summer had gone on, the conversations had gotten longer and the laughs
had come more easily.

Once I was seated at the table with my bowl of cereal, Ashlynne asked,
"You have this Friday off, right?"

"Right." Friday was my only day off.

"Well, I've been discretely asking around about someone who might be
interested in going out with you and I've set you up for a blind date
Friday night."

"Really? With who?"

"Someone you wouldn't know. I met her at a cheerleading camp a couple
of summers ago. We hit it off and have stayed in touch. She's very smart,
good-looking, fun and is very nice. She lives an hour away from here. Is
that too far?"

"No. Not for someone like that."

"She'll meet you at 5:30 at the outside tables at the," and she named my
favorite upscale fast-food place. "She'll be wearing a T-shirt with a
unicorn on it." Ashlynne gave me a piece of paper. "Here's the address."

"Thanks, Ashlynne." I got up and gave her a hug. "This is awesome. I
wasn't expecting this. I'm so excited. Thanks again."

* * * *

All week, I looked forward to going out. Ashlynne wouldn't tell me
anything more about my date other than to assure me that she indeed had all
the traits I was looking for. I was getting very bored at home and was
excited about the possibility of having someone to do things with.

I arrived a few minutes early for my date, wasted some time texting
Ashlynne that I had made it safely, then walked to the outside tables. One
person was waiting there - Ashlynne.

"What are you doing here?"

"What do you think?"

Then it struck me - she was wearing a t-shirt with a unicorn on it.

"Oh come on, Ashlynne! Is this some kind of sick joke?"

"No. Sit down." I sat down. "I did ask around about girls for you to
go out with. I also asked around about guys I could go out with. Then I
realized that you're the type of guy I want to go out with and I'm the type
of girl you want to go out. So why don't we go out?"

"Because we're brother and sister."

"And we fought like cats and dogs for years. But we've been getting
along great this summer. When I described me to you, weren't you excited
about going out with me?"

"Yeah but..."

"Was it an accurate description?"

"Yeah but...weren't you going to be staying at a friend's this weekend?"

"Yes. Her parents are divorced and her dad lives here. She stays with
him every weekend and I tagged along this time."

This was very weird, like one of those oddball neurological cases in
Ashlynne's book. No way was I going out with my sister.

"Please, Todd. Just for once, I want a great date. Nobody knows us
here. Show me what it's like to go out with a nice, smart athlete."

I opened my mouth to tell her no, that it was a stupid idea and that I
couldn't believe she wasted my Friday. Then I closed my mouth. We had
been getting along so well this summer and I didn't want to go back to
fighting all the time. If I embarrassed her by saying no, how would she
take it?

"We'll pretend it's a true blind date," said Ashlynne. "Two strangers
having fun together. Please, Todd. Just this once. I'll never tell a
soul. What's the harm?"

What would be the harm? Actually, wouldn't it be good? To show my
sister how a guy should treat her on a date? She was very assertive and
once she knew how a guy should treat her, I felt that she would be able to
steer dates that way.

But I couldn't date my sister. That was sick. Nobody dates their
sister. Even a sister as hot as Ashlynne. How would I react to her around
the house if I had been out on a date with her? What if the date was a
flop? Wouldn't we revert back to our cycle of constantly fighting? And
what if our date was a success? That'd be awkward as hell.

I looked at Ashlynne. She wasn't saying anything, but she had a
pleading look on her face. This was obviously important to her.

I couldn't date my sister. I could date anyone else in the world, but I
couldn't date my sister. Yes, she had all the traits I was looking for in
a date, but she was still my sister.

I asked, "So, Grace, how would this date work?" Grace was Ashlynne's
middle name. "Am I paying for everything or are we going Dutch?"

Ashlynne frowned briefly then smiled. "Well, Oliver." Oliver was my
middle name. "As you didn't ask me out, I was thinking we would go Dutch."

If we were going Dutch, then it wouldn't be a real date. This would be
a show date, where I showed Ashlynne how guys should act on a date. I
could live with that.

"Grace, do you want to have dinner here? This is my favorite fast-food
place."

"Your sister told me that. This is fine."

We went in, ordered, got our food and sat down to eat. We both
continued to act as if it was a true blind date and that we didn't know
anything about each other.

"Where are you going to go college at?" I asked. Ashlynne named a
university. "That's where I go! I'm an engineering major. What are you
going to major in?"

"Pre-med."

The answers that "Grace" gave were always true for Ashlynne. I could
have made up a different life story for Oliver, but I wanted to keep things
simple and kept to what was true for me.

Ashlynne asked, "Have you read any novels lately?"

"I finished Uncle Tom's Cabin yesterday."

We talked about how Uncle Tom's Cabin, Twelve Years a Slave and
Huckleberry Finn compared. Somehow that led to comparing the Avenger
movies with the X-Men movies. As we headed out the door, we were onto
parallels between gay marriage and the civil rights movement.

"What do you want to do next, Grace? A movie?"

"How about mini-golf?"

"I'll warn you that I swing a mean putter."

"Guys always brag about what's swinging between their legs."

I laughed. That was not a comment I ever expected my sister to say.
She was such a goody two-shoes that she never swore or said anything
sexually suggestive.

Ashlynne had already picked out a mini-golf place and it was busy when
we arrived, but not nuts busy. We'd play a hole, talk about plot holes in
movies we had seen recently, and then when the family in front of us
finished the next hole, we'd play on.

"Let's take a break for a little bit," said Ashlynne as she pointed to a
bench. It was a bench slightly off the course that I guessed was for
parents to sit on as they watched their kids play. We walked over and sat
down.

"I want to drop out of Grace-and-Oliver mode for a bit," said Ashlynne.
"This is exactly what I want on a date - having fun while having
intelligent conversation. Why is it so hard for me to find a date like
this?"

"Because you live in a patriarchal small town where men are men and
women are to admire their manliness. Dates are shows where the guy is the
star, performing feats of manliness. The girl is to be attractive, which
you're good at, and be appreciative of their manliness, which I'm guessing
you suck at. Relationships are based around the model of earned physical
affection - the guy earns it and the girl gives him what he has earned."

Ashlynne looked at me openmouthed for a while and then said, "You have
changed." Ashlynne shook her head. "And here I always thought of you as a
big jerk."

I flinched. That had been her standard insult for me. There was
something about bringing it up after I had gone along with her stupid blind
date idea that really ticked me off.

Ashlynne put her hand on my knee. "I hope I didn't offend you with
that."

"No, that didn't offend me. I hope this doesn't offend you, but I've
always thought of you as an entitled princess."

"An entitled princess?!"

"Yeah. You always got what you wanted from Mom and Dad. When I got my
driver's license, I somehow became Ashlynne's taxi service."

"Mom and Dad told me to have you drive me to all my cheerleading stuff."

"QED! And did you ever say please or ask would it be too much trouble?
Never! Instead, it was always 'Todd, drive me here! Drive me there!'
'Todd, don't do anything this afternoon because you have to pick me up.'"

"Maybe I would have asked nicely if you would have talked to me. I
could never get more than a monosyllable out of you as you sulked in the
driver's seat."

"How would you have felt if your life was controlled by a fucking
entitled princess?" Anger over so many slights came boiling out. "Do you
know why I never talked to you? Because you kept squealing on me to Mom
and Dad. Why the hell should I've talked with you when you constantly
plucked some little tidbit out of what I told you and presented it to Mom
and Dad in the worst possible light?"

Ashlynne said nothing.

"And what about the stuff you found out about me at school? Who told
Mom and Dad that I had two six-packs hidden away in the garage?" Guilty
silence. "Who told Mom and Dad that Emily Thompson had been sexting me."
Emily Thompson had been a classmate who flirted with guys by sending
topless selfies. "I lost my fucking cell phone because of that and had to
use a damn flip phone that couldn't receive texts or emails. Do you know
how embarrassing that was?"

More silence.

I seethed with anger. I waited, hoping for the apology that I felt I
had deserved years ago. Finally, Ashlynne said, "You did so many mean
things to me and you were so much bigger than me. Tattling was the only
way I could get back at you."

That was it. No fucking apology. No regrets.

"Date's over," I said with controlled fury. "I'm taking you to your
friend's house."

I took Ashlynne's club and ball and turned all of our stuff in at the
cash register.

"Did you have a good time?" asked the cashier.

"Great!" I said sarcastically.

I turned and saw that Ashlynne had joined me. She looked very small. I
was still smoldering.

We walked silently to my car. I had opened the door for Ashlynne when
we arrived, but she could fucking well open it herself now. By the time I
had the car started, Ashlynne's phone was giving me directions. We drove
without talking.

Finally, the baggage between us had been pulled out. We had fought like
cats and dogs for years for damn good reasons. We had plenty of hurts to
hold grudges for. We had danced around our baggage the whole summer,
pretending that it wasn't there; but it always there. It was why Ashlynne
had known nothing about my life at college. It was why I had been willing
to tell her about my life at college when I did - because she had given me
plenty to retaliate with if she squealed to Mom and Dad. It was why even a
short, pleasant conversation at breakfast each morning had seemed
revolutionary. Yes, hardly speaking for nine months had allowed some
wounds to close, but they were far from healed.

I heard Ashlynne mutter, "Us going out together was a stupid idea."

My first instinct was to agree, but the way she said it pulled me up
short. Her voice was filled with such pain. Her tone made me want to put
my arm around her and tell her that it'll be okay.

That was when I realized why we had gotten along so well this summer -
it had started with Ashlynne asking me to protect her and I had loved it. I
had been her hero when I picked her up at the party. She had intentionally
made herself vulnerable to me when she had agreed to me going in the house
first after the party and I had risen to the occasion. Then she had asked
me to shoo guys away when we went to the gym. I had never been protective
of Ashlynne before, but now I was. Maybe it was because I had wanted to be
protective of Mandy and she had never let me.

When I stopped in front of Ashlynne's friend's house, I decided to try
to salvage the evening. "Ashlynne, I'm sorry that I lost my temper. I'm
sorry that I've been holding on to all these hurts. I did many, many
things to hurt you and I felt justified doing every single one of them.
And I'm sure it's the same for you. But we're adults now. It's time to
move past all that. I promise to not intentionally hurt you and to talk to
you if you promise to not act entitled around me and to not to squeal to
Mom and Dad about me."

I waited. To my surprise, Ashlynne didn't quickly agree. She was bent
over in her seat, staring at the glove box. She looked miserable.
Finally, she said, "I can't agree to that, Todd. You were right - I am an
entitled princess. I always expect to get my way. Maybe it's because Mom
and Dad spoil me. Maybe it's because I'm so much better than everyone else
at everything I care about. I hate that I act that way. It's hurt many
friendships. It's probably why I'm so lousy at dating. I wish I was some
other way, but I'm not." Ashlynne turned to me. "Do you want to know why I
arranged this blind date for us?"

"Yes."

She went back to staring at the glove box. "About a week ago, I was
with a bunch of my friends and somehow kissing your brother came up. All
of my friends were grossed out at the idea. I didn't say anything, but I
thought, 'Hey, my brother is a good-looking hunk. What would be so bad
about kissing him? I've kissed lots worse.' So I took it as a challenge to
test if kissing my brother on a date would be yucky or fun. I felt
entitled to lie to you, to pull a big switcheroo when you got here. I
didn't care if you wanted to go on a date with me or not. And of course, I
got my way. But only for a little while because it was a stupid idea."
Ashlynne turned to me. "Would you have kissed me at the end of the date?"

"No." I quickly amended. "Probably not. At most, a quick kiss on the
lips."

She went back to staring at the glove box. "I was wanting a lot more
kissing than that. That wouldn't have proved if kissing your brother is
fun or yucky. Like I said, the whole thing was a stupid idea."

I hated seeing Ashlynne looking so miserable. I had grown over the
summer to like her a lot. I wanted to end the evening on a positive note.

"Ashlynne, I give you permission to act entitled to me."

"What?"

"You can act entitled around me. Just make it fun."

"What are you talking about? You hate it when I act entitled. And
rightfully so."

I stopped and pulled my thoughts together. "When Mandy first brought up
the idea of us going out, she had a big list of Do's and Don'ts that I
would have to follow on the date. My gut response was to say, 'No way.'
But Mandy was a wonderful person that I really enjoyed being with, so I
said I'd give it a try. It was rocky at first, but we eventually developed
a strong relationship. You're a wonderful person that I really enjoy being
with. If acting entitled is a part of you, then I'm willing to accept that
as long you try to make it fun for me."

"I don't believe you."

"Look, Ashlynne. Tonight was fun until I lost my temper. If I hadn't
gone along with your idea, I would have had another boring, sucky Friday
night. So even though you acted entitled, I gave you the benefit of the
doubt and everything turned out okay."

"Until we had the fight."

"Which was a good fight to have. We needed to discuss those issues. I
was never fully comfortable around you because I knew that eventually one
of those issues would blow up."

"I've felt the same way."

"But I think we can move on from them now. And I think I can handle you
acting entitled if you make it fun for me. Any other issues we should
address?"

"I'm a perfectionist."

"That's not an issue."

"It is. It makes me miserable all the time."

I didn't see how being a perfectionist could make Ashlynne miserable. I
decide to leave that alone.

"Wrapping up - I'm suggesting we wipe the slate clean, we act towards
each other as we act towards our friends, and I'll let you act entitled
around me as long as you make it fun. Think it over and we'll talk about
it Monday at breakfast."

"Okay." She sounded agreeable to the idea. Ashlynne took the hint and
gathered her stuff to go. "Thanks, Todd."

I watched her walk down the driveway. A fence ran along the driveway
and Ashlynne went through a gate in it. I then drove home.

* * * *

Monday morning, Ashlynne came in wearing a nightshirt and carrying two
books.

"Good morning, Todd."

"Good morning, Ashlynne."

"So how is this going to work?"

"I don't know. Act like you want to act and we'll talk things through."

"Okay." Ashlynne handed me a book. "I want you to read this." It was a
young adult book with a female protagonist. Not my type of book. "It's my
favorite book. I've always wanted to have a serious discussion of it, but
none of my friends are interested in that type of thing." Ashlynne seemed
uneasy, like she half expected me to flat out reject the idea.

I took the book, looked at the cover and read the back. "Does it have
any explosions?"

"No."

"Hot sex scenes?"

"No, you silly."

I sighed in fake exasperation. "I guess I can read it anyway."

Ashlynne gave me a big smile, set her book down on the dining table and
went to get her yogurt and cereal. "How was your date with Grace?"

I thought it a very odd question. "It was good until we had a fight."

"She told me that she had a good time up until the fight and she was
sorry for starting it. I had a good date with a guy named Oliver, but it
got interrupted."

Ashlynne sounded psycho to me, but I played along. "Sorry to hear
that."

Ashlynne sat down and told me about some show she had seen at her
friend's house.

* * * *

The next morning I came down carrying Ashlynne's book. A bookmark was
inserted about a quarter way down.

"How do you like the book?"

"I'm enjoying it."

Ashlynne and I spent breakfast and a good deal longer discussing the
book. The book was so-so, but discussing it with Ashlynne was a lot of
fun.

* * * *

When I got home that night, I found a note in my room from Ashlynne.
"I'd like a big favor tomorrow. Please be ready to go out by 8"

When I came down to breakfast, I asked Ashlynne, "So what's the big
favor?"

"Mrs. Armstrong was my favorite teacher and she has to go to school
today for a half-day. I volunteered to watch her two boys and I'd like you
to help me."

"You want me to babysit?"

"I want you to have fun playing with the boys. They're four and six and
I think they'd enjoy playing with a big guy."

"And you'll..."

"I'll do the little things to make sure everyone has a great time. I
have lunches and snacks packed."

"And I get half the pay?"

"I'll give you three-quarters. You can split zero anyway you want to.
I'm doing it because I like Mrs. Armstrong and I know you liked her, too."

I drove us over to Mrs. Armstrong's house and we took the boys to a
park. I played tag, hide-and-seek, run-from-the-scary-monster and a few
other games that Ashlynne thought up. I pushed the boys on the swings. I
gave piggyback rides. I raced the boys and always lost. Ashlynne took the
mommy role and I took the big kid role. Ashlynne made sure we were all
hydrated and had sunblock on. When one of the kids acted up, I would do
the same and then Ashlynne would sternly scold me. The boys found that
hilarious. Once Mrs. Armstrong was back, we took the boys home. They
gave me big hugs and told me I was the best babysitter they had ever had.

Back at our house, I said, "I've had my workout for the day. I'm going
to take a nap."

"Before you go, would you please tell me something?"

"Sure."

"You said Mandy was big into positive consent and that it was rough
initially. What did you mean?"

"Positive consent means that both of us had to consent to every step in
the making out process every time."

"Every step every time?"

"Yes."

"Didn't that feel stupid, particularly after a while?"

"It felt very stupid at first. On our first date, we went to dinner and
a movie. At the movie, I asked if I could hold her hand and she agreed.
Then she asked if she could kiss me and I agreed. Once the movie was over,
we got in the car and once I was out of the parking spot, I reach over and
grabbed her hand. She yanked it out of my hand and told me that I needed
to ask permission before I did something."

"And what did you think of that?"

"I thought this was going to be our only date."

"But you went out again?"

"I changed my mind when later, back in her room, she asked if she could
give me head." Ashlynne chuckled. "We quickly dropped verbally asking
permission and went to using hand and body gestures."

"Like what?"

"If I wanted to hold Mandy's hand, I'd stick my hand out like this." I
held my hand down at 45 degrees from my body with my fingers spread wide.
"If she wanted to hold my hand, she'd grab it. She wasn't obligated to do
so."

I discussed the other gestures we used to ask and give permission.
There were a lot of them. I finished with, "If I wanted to touch her
pussy, I'd put my palm on her belly button with my fingers pointed down.
She would spread her legs to give me permission. Same for her if she
wanted to touch my dick. We'd always ask verbal permission for oral sex
and for intercourse."

"Wow. That sounds so crazy."

"It was, but I got used to it. Positive consent was how Mandy wanted
foreplay. And as sex with her was frequent and good, I was willing to do
it. Any more questions?"

"Was Grace's date with you like your dates with Mandy?"

"Not really. It was somewhat like my first dates with Mandy in that I
was trying to treat Grace with respect. To not be in charge and to not say
'we're going to eat here' and 'we're going to do this after dinner.'
Instead, I suggested dinner and went along with her suggestion of
mini-golf. My later dates with Mandy were much, much different."

"How so?"

"They were. Trust me."

"Tell me how. You brought it up. It's not fair to dangle clues then
not tell me."

She had a point. "Okay. You have to understand that Mandy and I saw
each other every day in the dorms. We did lots of things together, either
by ourselves or with friends. Dates were a special time that happened only
occasionally. After we had been together for a while, we decided that
dates would be a safe space where we could act differently than we normally
did. Dates for us were all about sex. Positive consent went out the
window. We'd grope each other and Mandy would flash me. I'd talk dirty to
her and tell her in graphic detail what I was going to do when I got her
back to the room. It was all about building up a sexual frenzy. Then once
we got back to the room, we were like animals. We were all over each other
and anything went. Once we were satiated, we'd cuddle and have long,
serious talks. We'd talk about how much we loved each other and our plans
for the future. During those cuddle sessions, I could see us getting
married and living the rest of our lives together." I missed those dates.
"Do you know what's ironic about our dates? It's the university's policy
that every couple do positive consent every time for every step. Mandy is
the biggest advocate of positive consent I know and even she couldn't
handle it all the time. I've come to understand that positive consent is a
good thing because it makes the guy pay attention to what the girl wants,
but the university's policy needs to be something mere mortals can follow."

"Do you still love Mandy?"

"No. She had me believing that I was the most important thing in the
world to her and then I discovered I wasn't. Love is all about commitment
and I'll never believe again that she's fully committed to me."

"Thanks for telling me all this." Ashlynne gave me a firm hug. Once the
hug was over, I turned to go up for a nap. Ashlynne added, "Grace wants to
go out Friday."

"What!"

"She wants to go out with you Friday. You pick the place to eat; she'll
pick what you'll do afterward."

"Ashlynne...I thought the date with Grace was a one-time thing."

"It was. But it got interrupted. And she said she has a challenge she
wants to finish with you."

I shook my head. "No, Ashlynne."

"She'll make it fun."

"No, Ashlynne."

* * * *

Thursday morning, Ashlynne came down in a nightshirt I hadn't seen
before. It was a light blue that nicely complimented her blue eyes and
blond hair.

"Is that new?" I asked.

"I was getting bored with my old nightshirts, so I traded with a friend.
Do you like this?"

"It looks great on you."

Ashlynne smiled.

The nightshirt was also very clingy and thin. I could see her tits
quite well. I could easily discern the dark ring of her areola.
Ashlynne's nipples tented the fabric. Ashlynne was well-endowed and the
nightshirt clung tightly to every curve of her tits as they stood up
proudly on her chest.

I realized that I was staring at Ashlynne's chest. When I looked back
up to Ashlynne's face, she smiled.

"I got a game for us to play," she said as she handed me a video game.
It was a dancing game.

"I'll suck at this."

"Doesn't matter. You'll have fun anyway."

I hemmed and hawed, but finally agreed. I got the feeling that my
fighting her suggestions made my final submission even sweeter for her.

We played for over an hour and I did suck at the game. Ashlynne got
near perfect scores, particularly after she had done a dance once. But it
was fun. Ashlynne played braless and watching her big tits bounce up and
down as she danced had me hard the whole time.

When we were sitting on the couch after playing, Ashlynne said, "If you
went out with Grace on Friday..."

"I'm not going out with Grace on Friday."

"If hypothetically you went out with Grace on Friday, it could be a safe
space, couldn't it? You could let Grace act as she wants and you'd go
along, even if that's not how you would want to act on a day-to-day basis?"

"I'm not going out with Grace on Friday."

"But if you did, would you go along with what she wanted? And not hold
how she acted against her?"

I knew what Ashlynne was doing - I'd seen her do it so many times with
our parents. Whenever she decided to do something that they didn't agree
to, she'd push and push and push. Most of the pushes were subtle so our
parents hadn't been able to say to stop bringing up the subject. Ashlynne
would turn almost every topic into how great it would be if she had her
way. Eventually, she would wear them down and they'd agree. I wasn't going
to wear down.

"If I were to go on a hypothetical date with the hypothetical Grace who
I would hypothetically never see after the date, then I wouldn't hold any
of her actions against her when I didn't see her again."

Ashlynne smiled, apparently accepting my statement as agreement. "I
really like the idea of a date as a safe space where I could act how I want
to act, not how I feel I should act."

I was very distracted at work that night. When I got home, I was eager
to jerk off but I couldn't find any porn that was satisfying. I eventually
closed my eyes and came while envisioning Ashlynne's naked tits bouncing in
front of me.

* * * *

Friday morning, Ashlynne came down in the light blue nightshirt again.

"What are your plans for your day off?"

"Work out, take the minivan to the dealer, then play Xbox at a friend
from work's house." Mom's minivan needed some routine service and Dad had
volunteered me to take it the dealership while Mom drove my car.

"You could play with your friend on Saturday and go out with Grace
tonight. She's picked something to do that I think you'll really enjoy."

"No, Ashlynne. I have other plans."

"If you change your mind, let me know. She'll be waiting for you."

At the gym, a guy kept trying to talk to Ashlynne after she had put on
her earbuds and had started running on the treadmill. I had to come over
and explain to him that my sister wasn't interested. He gave me an ugly
look, but finally moved on. Ashlynne gave me a big smile while she kept
running.

After lunch, I took the minivan to the dealership. While I was chilling
in the waiting area, my friend from work called. "Hey, Todd. Courtney
called in sick and I'm going to work her shift. I need the hours. Sorry
about canceling on you."

"It's okay."

"Get together tomorrow?"

"Sure." We set a time and I hung up.

Another Friday night and nothing to do in our podunk little town. Of
course, I had another option. I could go out on a date with "Grace". I'd
almost certainly have fun. Lots of fun. Maybe too much fun.

If I went out with Ashlynne, I would show her how a guy should treat
her. I knew from training people at work that you could tell people how to
do something over and over again, but it never sank in until they actually
did it. After the date, we'd hopefully go back to being brother and
sister. When Ashlynne went out on a date at the university, she'd know how
to steer the relationship into the right direction and she'd never have to
call me again to come rescue her. Mission accomplished by the protective
big brother.

The problem was that Ashlynne and I weren't acting like a brother and
sister anymore. As stupid as our fights over her nightshirts had been,
they had made sense in terms of a normal brother-sister relationship. We
were acting more like Mandy and I had acted before our first date. That
made me feel queasy about going out on a date with Ashlynne.

The other choice was to stay home, lock myself in my bedroom and beat my
meat while watching some babe with fake tits that I cared nothing about get
fucked by some dude that I'd never seen before.

Having fun won.

"Hey, Ashlynne." I said when she answered her phone. "My friend
canceled and I'm available for a date with Grace."

"Great!"

"I'll text you where to meet. I'll see her at 5:30."

* * * *

Ashlynne was waiting outside when I arrived. She was wearing a tank top
that had a unicorn on it which showed off her nice shoulders.

"Hello, Grace. Good to see you again."

"Good to see you, Oliver."

"Is that a new shirt?"

"How would you know if it is a new shirt if you've only met me once
before?"

Duh. I rolled me eyes and we went inside.

One problem with the blind date charade was that I couldn't remember
what we had told each other. Ashlynne was prepared and she spent the most
of the meal recapping what we had told each other before. After that, we
talked about the novel she had given me and that I had finished at the
dealership.

After dinner, Ashlynne wouldn't tell me w

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Cassie stood and once again went into the kitchen to check the clock. It showed the time to be a quarter after nine, only ten minutes from when she last checked. She sighed and went back out to join her family in the conclusion of the movie. She smiled at her husband trying unsuccessfully to assuage his anger at her for interrupting the movie once again. Cassie couldn’t help herself. She was dying to get to bed, to bed and with Paul. It had first started about 3 months ago. Cassie and her...

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blind date

I have a Ad on line for a blind Date. I but on my Ad everything I want to do. Its real kinky stuff. I get a email from you replying to my Ad . We talk and Your 23 and Im 45 and you agree to Do whatever I want to do to you. I give you a Address and tell you a time to be there. I tell you to bring more close with you to change into afterwards. You get your things together and your all nerves and excited about our Date. You bet to the address an its night . All you can see is a candle...

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Blind Date

The second dates are always the favourite of mine, the second date will determine what happens next in the liaison. Once the first date over-pleasantries and pretext over false niceties are out of the way the real fun can begin. Incidentally, Janey seems quite a nice girl if a little unsure of herself, both of us had already worked out that we would get along from the site that we were members of. This was confirmed at the social evening that turned out to be effectively the first date. I had...

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Surprise on blind date

A threesome on blind date with two hot chicks It was the time when i was studying in my final year of engineering. And what should i tell you about engineering students of mechanical branch there are no girls to date in our branch so i was used to use dating app to find a girl and finally one day a message pinged on my app “Hi” I was shocked because since i was using that app none of the message pinged yet and it was blind date app so everything was hidden for other side I replied...

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Blind Date

I've been blind since birth, and it didn't seem to matter too much as I was growing up, but on the day of my eighteenth birthday I was still a virgin and it got me thinking. My name is Grale, by the way. I know, funny name, but my folks were into old cultures and I guess it dates back to some ancient dead time. I got some kidding at school, but as I matured into a 5 foot 7 inch, blond, woman with a well-defined waist, 38C breasts and hips to match, I could almost 'hear' the appreciative looks I...

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blind date

Hello to all,I've always been a shy person and never been on a blind date till now.One of my friends had set me up with one of her friends as a blind date her name was Jane and I was to meet her at the club down the road.The shyness kicked in I didn't know what to expect but I went along with it anyway.I was sitting in the bar nervously looking for her when my phone rang it was a message from Jane wondering where I was so I sent a message back saying I was at the bar.When I looked up from my...

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Blind Date

Since Erin’s break up with Tommy she had almost become a recluse. Everywhere she went people would ask "Where's Tommy?", and were surprised to hear they had split up, telling her that they had always made such a wonderful couple. But they didn't know the real Tommy, did they? They didn't have to put up with Tommy insistently asking if he could tie her up to have sex with, and getting irritable when she said "NO". All they ever saw was the happy face he always had on outside the apartment....

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Blind date

I am sitting at the far right table at the eatery in the mall waiting on you (my blind date). I met you through one of those online dating services. Just the thought of not knowing who it could be was exciting. I start to think about the possibilities as I keep watch for you. It could be anyone I think with excitement! It could be that hot chic in my home room class, who I would love to fuck the shit out of. Or it could even be my own sister, who has no idea that I would love to throw her down...

Incest
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Blind Date

The door was locked when I got home. Usually he doesn't lock it when I'm gone because he knows I can't get in. Feeling around the wall, I located the doorbell and pushed the button. I could hear his footsteps growing closer before the door on our mobilehome opened. "Sorry, I didn't mean to lock you out," he said reaching to grab my hand. Sometimes I miss judge the height of the last step and fall. He wanted to make sure I didn't trip again. "Its okay, I know you just forgot." "How...

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Blind date

While I was going through a nasty divorce, I found myself spending more and more time at my c***drens caregivers house with her and her family. Quickly becoming really good friends. Their names are Brenda and Steve. Every now and again, Her husbands friend John would stop over and they would mostly hang out in the garage. They would usually have a few beers and bullshit for a couple hours. I found John attractive, and very intrigueing. He seemed mysterious to me, and made me very curious about...

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Blind date

Tyler couldn't believe this girl!!! She was beautiful, smart, , and witty, but talk about dominant, he could hardly get in a word edgewise!!! Even her name sounded exotic, Geneva Berk, now who had ever heard of anyone with a name like that, except maybe for someone in central casting!!! He had been on quite a few blind dates in his day, but nothing had prepared him for someone like Geneva Berk!!! "So, Ty," she asked while lighting up one of those long, thin, feminine cigars, "are you really...

Group Sex
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It Was A Blind Date

It was a blind date, a type of date he’d sworn he would never go on. In Tom’s tough guy days, when he was in college and was dating classmates, his attitude to this would have been, “I’ll never be that desperate.” His inexperience with life never taught him that existence isn’t set by any means, not by a long shot. And what you think will be is often taxed with a heavy dose of irony, commonly referred to as reality. Here he sat now, distant from his fighting weight and drinking to occupy his...

Cuckold
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The Blindest Date

As I looked in the mirror, it occurred to me that this was the first blind date I’d ever been on. I’ve heard the term a million times, but does anyone really go on blind dates anymore? This certainly wouldn’t be the first date I’ve been on, or the second. I’ve never counted them, that’s a pretty interesting thought in itself. Let’s see what the numbers say. Ok, I’ve been dating for half my life, give or take, about sixteen years roughly. Take away the two serious relationships of about six...

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Blind Date

"Stupid rat's nest." You mutter staring into your bathroom mirror as you wrestle with your dirty blonde hair that has always been too thick to primp easily. Your blind date will be over within the hour and though you have some trepidation, there is also excitement, but at the very least you will look your best. Being in your mid thirties and recently divorced after a decade long marriage, this is your first date in years. It feels strange getting back into the game after such a long time, and...

Romance
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The Blind Date

So here he was, sitting in a booth waiting. Just a week ago, Ryan and his fraternal twin sister had their eighteenth birthdays. It was really no big deal to him, really. That is, there was ONE thing he had been looking really forward to for several weeks now. A few weeks before their birthdays, Ryan's sister, Amy, told him that for his present, she would set him up on a date with one of her friends. This wasn't exactly a bad thing being that Ryan never exactly saw any of Amy's friends as...

3 years ago
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Blind date

Nate's going home lonely, like he has for years. Wondering what went wrong these last few years. Cause he hasn't had a date or any one nighty stands. Its not he isn't tried cause lord knows he has, he even tried to pay once for this cute red head!!but his luck is changing he can feel it he has a blind date who said no rules. they are meeting tonight in a fancy motel. they have never met just exchanged emails she says she is sexy as hell and wanted to know if anything goes??he said that's ok and...

4 years ago
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Another blind date

It was after my divorce with my first wife Debra when Ken came by and asked me about having dinner with him and his wife. Ken and Beth stood by me when Debra and her mom tried to take the land that I had developed into our home. Without their support I would have lost everything I had worked for .They were also disgusted with how she cheated then ran out of state with my son. Well anyways that was all behind me and now they seemed interested in finding me another girl. At 24 they seemed to...

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Blind Date

I seem to have a thing for "strangers". Many of my stories involve first "very hot" encounters, one time encounters, spontaneous encounters, no attachments, nothing too serious... I knew him the moment our eyes met. I was more than pleased and sensed that we would connect in a most delightful way.  When we first spoke on the phone I was utterly surprised at the affect his voice had on my senses. He caused a stirring deep inside my belly which had nothing to do with what he was saying but had...

Straight Sex
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Blind Date

Allie walked into the restaurant, looking for her blind date. Her friend described him as “The Sexiest Black Man Alive,” but she didn’t quite believe it. She was just about to ask for Andy, when she caught his eye. She couldn’t hear what the waiter was saying, she didn’t even know what she was doing. She crossed the floor, grabbed Andy’s hand, and had him follow her outside. “Well, hello there,” Andy said. “Hi…Sorry, I am usually not this blunt and assertive, but your eyes had me enraptured,”...

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Blind Date

It was only a blind date. Nothing expected. Instead, it was incredible! Helen’s friend had asked her to come out to the pub to meet some guy. He was her current lover’s mate who was just in town for the night. Could she just come out to make things even? Not much of a pub goer, but happy to help her friend, Helen agreed to be picked up at 7:30pm. When the phone rang at six she hadn’t even started getting ready. There would be a change of plan. Mark, the mate, was collecting her in fifteen...

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Blind Date

(This is my first effort in many years hope you enjoy it)The blind date had gone well, a nice meal, a few glasses of wine. Patty was a beautiful woman sort of between BBW and SBBW and very well proportioned. The conversation over dinner was enjoyable covering many topics. I love a few glasses of wine, but Patty seemed to like them a lot more and had at least two glasses to my one. The thought occurred to me that I may have to help her to a taxi or at the very least I would get to drive her...

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Blind Date

Allie walked into the restaurant, looking for her blind date. Her friend described him as “The Sexiest Black Man Alive,” but she didn’t quite believe it. She was just about to ask for Andy, when she caught his eye. She couldn’t hear what the waiter was saying; she didn’t even know what she was doing. She crossed the floor, grabbed Andy’s hand, and had him follow her outside. “Well, hello there,” Andy said. “Hi…Sorry, I am usually not this blunt and assertive, but your eyes had me enraptured,”...

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Blind Date

It was only a blind date. Nothing expected. Instead, it was incredible! Helen's friend had asked her to come out to the pub to meet some guy. He was her current lover's mate who was just in town for the night. Could she just come out to make things even?Not much of a pub goer, but happy to help her friend, Helen agreed to be picked up at 7:30pm. When the phone rang at six she hadn't even started getting ready. There would be a change of plan. Mark, the mate, was collecting her in fifteen...

Exhibitionism
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Blind Date

A blind date. Well not really. Just a coffee between two friends who have never met.I chose a public place. The local Morrisons supermarket cafe - I know - real romantic!I got here early and sat in the car park for ages just waiting, nerves getting the better of me.Should I call it off, do I really want to meet him. We have some really racey conversations on line, why spoil it.I went in and loitred around the cafe entrance and as I looked up I saw this amazing man walking towards me. That must...

2 years ago
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Blind Date

Although I particularly like comments on how wonderful my writing is, I can accept constructive criticism as well. If you want to tell me how great I am, make suggestions for story ideas, or just BS about something contact me at: [email protected] Blind Date by Amy Brett "Does Roger Palfrey live here? I'm Michael Richards," he said from the step in front of the house. He looked, if it's possible, confused, disappointed, and very nervous all at the same time. I...

3 years ago
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Blind Date

Tonight she was meeting a blind date. His picture looked very hot and she was anxious to spend the time with him. She was cooking dinner and he was bringing the wine. It should be a grerat time. They would eat and then watch a movie or two. She had bought a new outfit and new sexy lingerie.At eight o'clock he arrived with the wine under his arm. He was even better looking than his photo. He looked at her and kissed her. "You are beautiful" he told her. They decided to have a glass of wine...

3 years ago
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Blind Date

Blind Date Susanna says: - This is another one of those will I or won't I stories. It represents a final step that I hesitate to take and yet I know that some of the things I have done should make me more nervous; isn't life strange. It is also the first story I wrote and I love it simply because it represents my journey as a writer. Robin sat at home nervously waiting for the knock on the door that he had been expecting for the past couple of days. He shifted uneasily on the...

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BlindDate To Blindfold 8211 Sara Sploshed

Friends, you are reading this sex story on indian sex stories dot net Hi indian sex stories dot net readers, We had a beautiful moment, it was an amazing lunch afternoon. a million thanks for showing me the best pub in Chennai and last but not least it was amazing to be with you, well actually it was also crazy. I wanted to write a short story about us and what we did, so that can inspire other to meet people too. I have attached the doc file with this email. I hope you would be fine with me...

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My first Blinddate

I got here at xHamster meets a young asian woman. Her profile and photos have convinced me immediately. Wow - what dochist for a sexy and hot wife Adele. I wrote to them and found them very personable, friendly and funny as it was. For me fits with Adele all coming together: It looks good, is warm, friendly, and did so, even humor. On just such a woman, I'm all about, it was just my type :))Without hesitation I packed my bags and flew to England to Adele. I had never previously married to a...

3 years ago
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Miss Blind America

*Dedicated to Wayne P. over at SOLDG* This is a true* story; all characters and events described are based on factual accounts, although some small portions of dialogue have been altered for dramatic effect. Certain manufacturers or their representatives have paid a substantial fee to, or performed many hours of cunnilingus upon, the author for the shameless promotion of products and services. Any persons who believe this are invited to forward their most recent bank statements, along with a...

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The Blind Domme

The Blind Domme My fingers moved quickly across the last of the raised dots. "Allison" myfingers read "I've been looking all over town for you! You have companyat home. A young man all the way from New York." My fingers dropped off the page, and I closed "Peyton Place", myfirst "naughty" book I'd ordered surreptitiously as a girl, yearsago,hiding it under "Little Women" when I'd gotten it in the mailfrom Jennie, my roommate at Perkins. "It is such a sexy book, Kyra!" she'dsaid to me over the...

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Incredible ChangesChapter 112 Blind Again

I felt a sharp sting in my butt right before I started to doze off. How did Paula get a tranquilizer shot past my shield? Did the place in my head trust her to not hurt me so much that it did it without my permission? Had someone snuck into the room while she talked to me? It took me a lot of effort to finally wake up. When I did I was not only in a hospital bed, I was blind, again. Fuckers. My eyes weren’t clouded over like before when they had put the special contacts on my eyes. There...

3 years ago
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Blind Date

I went with my best pal to his girlfriend's apartment to see if she wanted to go to the city to hit s few clubs for dancing and a few drinks. She liked the idea, so I called my on-off girlfriend and found she was off for now. My friend's girlfriend asked if her friend could come along as my date.I agreed and she called her friend, who agreed to come along with us.I hoped her girlfriend was as foxy as she was. After about a hour of light drinking and conversation, her friend knocked and entered...

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Bang Bang With Blind Act Incest Angle 8211 Part II

Apart from pressing my boob on Rahul’s upper arm and his pressing my thigh, we could not engage in any erotic stuff, since the bus was crowded. Rahul assured me on the second leg of the journey bus would be sparsely crowded and we could sit in the back seats and that I could ride him. I smiled to myself at the idea of sitting in his lap with his dick buried inside my pussy and let the bumpy bus ride take care of the necessary up and down movements. (I was not wearing panty and my pajama...

Incest
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Incredible ChangesChapter 32 Clinic Day 3 and 4 Blind Date and More Training

I was tapping out down the hall toward where I heard some kids when someone stopped me. "Good job David," the jerk doctor from my training said. "The world outside for the blind is a very brutal place. You have to be able to survive anything thrown at you once you leave here. They have me here because I am very good at my job. All of my patients are ready to leave here in less than a week. Most facilities require a month just to get a newly blinded patient able to do basic navigation in a...

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Blind Leading Blind

When I first met Diane I was 22 and I had just returned from 4 years in the Army. I was renting a small house and working in a warehouse driving a fork lift. It was a nothing job going nowhere. Most of my friends from high school had either, gone to college and moved away, or they were married and absorbed with their families. This made for very little social life and I was pretty lonely. My closest friend was starting his own business and didn’t have much free time. As much as I liked him,...

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blind folded wife tricked into gang bang

hi there im going to tell you how i tricked my wife into a gang bang she thought would never happenmy wife brenda is the kind of woman that loves to fuck and whether she believes it or not i knew once she got fucked by several men she would not only like it but ove it and want to do it again it all started one night after sex w would lay in each others arms and talk about different things nw even though im a good lover some times i wasnt enough there were and still are times she gets in a super...

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Blind Date

You have to watch a lover to seduce them, to truly reach their core and gain that most intimate of surrenders, to hold their shivering form in your arms, replete by the power you have had over them. It starts on the day you see them, see them for the first time as prey for this sensual hunt, this game of shared pleasured and playful intimacy. Our game started the day I met you, the day your scent first surrounded me, your fleeting touch made goosebumps ripple along my skin. It is a game I have...

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Fucking the Blind

Today at work, I went into Randall's office to make sure the plans were set. Barely looking me in the eye, he nodded his head, confirming that yes everything was ready. Then we stood there in silence. He had a very big smile on his face. I couldn't blame him for not being able to conceal it. I asked him how many of his friends would be joining him. He told me at least 12. Probably more. Maybe many more. But definitely 12 for sure.In a very low voice so that we could not be overheard, I reviewed...

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Xrated Vision for the Blind

Wispy phantasms of red, that's what he noticed first. When he was talking to someone, he'd notice a little glimmer of red, then it would fade. At first he thought it was another of those false color experiences he had been having for years, where stars or flashes or funny patterns would appear in his vision. But as the doctors explained, that was all in his own head, his brain playing tricks on him. For while Ken had gone totally blind at age 4, there were still parts of his brain devoted to...

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Deaf Dumb Blind

Deaf, Dumb & Blind by 1941aaa I first met Sergeant Bernard West, later called Bernie, and Corporal Tony Meredith when I joined the regiment, as a Second Lieutenant. My name is Bryan Shorthose and because of my surname, I was known in the cadet school, as well as the officers mess, as Sox. I was also called by that name whilst I was at school, that being Harrow before I went on to the university, where I studied Military History. I wasn’t the first of our family to join the Guards, for my...

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Blind Date

I was feeling excited and nervous as I donned my mask and stepped into the club, I suppose I was feeling more than a little foolish too and I wondered what I was doing there. It had all started as a joke, a way to fill in a boring few hours. After all, I was only twenty-five and attractive enough to have any man I wanted without having to resort to answering ads in contact magazines, well, one ad in one magazine. Now I was getting ready to meet a man who I did not know, in a place I had never...

2 years ago
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Blind Date

"I think we should meet." Over and over, again, I rolled the words across the tongue in my mind's mouth, like a buttery-toffee, leaving sweet trails of delight in its wake. A meeting. She and I. My mind raced with wild abandon at the possibilities. Since the divorce from my loving wife of twenty years, I had precariously guarded my heart from experiencing such pain and loss again. That is why I had turned to the Internet. While online, I could satisfy the needs of my heart and my desires,...

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Love Is Blind Ch 1

Brad had this area of the library pretty much to himself – there were only four or five other people in the reading room. It was the first week of the term, and he was trying to get back into his study routine. He was engrossed in his reading and did not notice the young woman until she placed her books on the table, and asked, ‘Would you mind some company?’ Brad turned and glanced up at her, he could see her visibly recoil when she saw his full face, but before he could respond, she...

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The Blind Girl in the Snow part 1

THE BLIND GIRL IN THE SNOW Part 1.Another December. A different year."Where is that wife of yours?"Janet hugged herself as she stood waiting next to the carrier on this bitterly cold Friday morning deep in the heart of Winter. Another heavy snowfall had left the landscape covered in shades of white as I turned back to the house with a knowing smile."You know what she's like," I replied as I unlocked and opened the right side door for her to get in out of the cold, "Besides, Gracey is with...

Love Stories
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Bang Bang With Blind Act Incest Angle 8211 Part I

(I have never tried to write a story with a lady character in first person. I was uneasy that I may not be able to project female feelings, emotions in a believable manner. But my lady fans ‘insistence has resulted in creating this story. Hope you will receive this also with enthusiasm. I sincerely thank my friend Lov for suggesting the story idea and for her valuable inputs.) ………………………Rahul stopped sucking my left breast and looked at me thoughtfully. I was absent mindedly running my fingers...

Incest
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Blind Leading BlindChapter 2

On Sunday evening Diane and I were on the sofa in the front room. She was lying with her head on my lap and I was reading to her. This was a more recent addition to the books she had gotten from the library, but wasn't available on tape. In fact most of the books in the series weren't on tape and I had promised to read them to her. There was a knock on the door and after receiving permission, Madge Ward came in. "Hello kids, I just came to take Diane home." I reached down and caressed...

1 year ago
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A Blind Girl Flashing

Take your pick with whichever title. I prefer the second but I guarantee the first will get more reads. *** I paced back and forth in the hospital corridor, almost like a father waiting for his wife to give birth. The surgeon and his team were in with Alison whereas I had been told to wait outside. Today we would find out whether or not the operation had been a success. Alison had been born blind, she had never known the wonder of sight. She knew my features only by touch although she said...

2 years ago
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The Blind Girl in the Snow part 3

"What?" I shouted down the phone, "You mean now?" I jumped up with a mixture of surprise, delight, fear, and anticipation. At that exact moment, Janet walked through the door with one of the pool girls. I stared at her wide-eyed and scared witless. She put a hand to her mouth when she realized what was happening. Dropping everything on the desk, she grabbed my coat from the hat stand and helped me struggle into it as I listened to the hospital on the other end of the line. Holy shit...

3 years ago
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The Blind Girl in the Snow part 3

I was sat behind my desk when the call came."What?" I shouted down the phone, "You mean now?" I jumped up with a mixture of surprise, delight, fear, and anticipation. At that exact moment, Janet walked through the door with one of the pool girls. I stared at her wide-eyed and scared witless.She put a hand to her mouth when she realized what was happening. Dropping everything on the desk, she grabbed my coat from the hat stand and helped me struggle into it as I listened to the hospital on the...

Love Stories
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A Blind Date Went Bust

Hello, beautiful and handsome! My pen name is ManMad (because I’m a man who is mad for sex). Funny right! This is my first story after reading lots of stories, I thought it payback time. I’m good looking, fair, with good meat to satisfy. (Interested only in females). That’s a bit about me: Now not much wasting your time lets come to the story. It’s a real one not a fantasy but the names used are fake just to hide the privacy. It’s my first-time story, so please bear with my writing...

4 years ago
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The Blind Girl in the Snow part 1

Another December. A different year. "Where is that wife of yours?" Janet hugged herself as she stood waiting next to the carrier on this bitterly cold Friday morning deep in the heart of Winter. Another heavy snowfall had left the landscape covered in shades of white as I turned back to the house with a knowing smile. "You know what she's like," I replied as I unlocked and opened the right side door for her to get in out of the cold, "Besides, Gracey is with her." The older...

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