Date: Thu, 17 Jun 2004 14:13:02 -0700
From: Star Stevenson <starsapphire_34@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lacey Goes Camping (Lesbian Adult/Youth)

Lacey Goes Camping: My First Experience

By

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When I was 11 I was rather shy and confused, especially about sexual things.
Boys didn't really do anything for me and I can remember my girlfriend's
giggly pre-teen conversations about boys that I neither understood nor
wished to take part in. I felt different and wondered about myself.

I liked girls. I didn't really equate it with being lesbian at the time but
I just knew I felt compelled to be close to some girls who maddeningly
attracted me to them. I would look at their eyes, the way they turned their
heads and the shape of their bodies. I was enthralled as my friends began
growing breasts. I was a little behind but caught up later. Boys, I'm
afraid, never appeared on my girlhood radar, a fact that puzzled me but
didn't cause me much concern at the time. I thought I might `grow' into
being heterosexual or something.

Even at 11 a nice tight butt and long legs of especially an older girl would
almost make me dizzy with feelings I didn't understand yet. I knew about
lesbians of course. This was the 80's and even as children we were much more
aware of sexual issues than previous generations (my parents had porn tapes
I'd snuck glimpses at, but only the boxes). I just couldn't imagine myself
as being `different' or wanting to be. At 11, all I wanted was to fit in
like everyone else.

I denied my sexual feelings and identity from myself and others then, not so
much out of shame as from disbelief. Who, me? No way. If you grow up in a
straight culture as we all pretty well do, then you simply assume you are
straight too. If you're fated to be `different' shouldn't there be more
warning signs or something? At any rate, being lesbian just did not compute
at the time.

Then there was my cousin Caroline. I didn't know she was bi-sexual, only
that she had a boyfriend and that I had this awful crush on her that I
couldn't explain or hide from myself. Caroline was 19 and very good-looking.
One glance at her body, her long chestnut hair that framed this oh so
adorable oval face and full, kissable lips and I would begin to squirm
inside with longing and, well, lust, I had finally to admit. She was tall
and slim with gorgeous legs and beautiful breasts the size of ripe peaches.

I hadn't known Caroline well as a child. She lived in Alberta, a good 800
miles away but she had recently moved to the west coast and connected with
her family here. She'd been coming to our place for dinners and other
occasions for about 6 months and she'd taken a real shine to me. We became
great friends and she sometimes took me with her shopping into the city or
out to a more grown up movie. I came to adore her. At 19 she was everything
I wanted to be -- successful, sexy, independent and completely her own
person. I was totally in love.

I knew that others considered me attractive myself, but that was hard for me
to see from the inside, although I loved the compliments. As I explained, I
had no chest yet but I was tall for my age at 5'5" and quite athletic. I was
tanned and toned and never went through that `coltish' stage that other
girls did and instead went right to `woman', even without tits. I had short
blonde hair and, I think, a pretty face. I was very much a girl too and in
no way `butch'. I wore a bit of make-up and loved nice clothes. I couldn't
wait to grow up and become what I truly felt myself to be at that time -- a
woman, not a girl. Being an only child too made me seem precocious and more
adult, and I was always happiest in the company of older people.

One fateful day that summer, Caroline asked my parents if she could take me
camping with her for a week. Needless to say, I was thrilled! A whole week
alone with the object of my total affections nearly left me breathless. They
thought it was a wonderful idea and all that week I fretted and planned,
packed and unpacked in anticipation of this trip. I had my own sleeping bag
and cot and Caroline was providing the tent, but what should I wear? I
wanted to look my best but camping demanded I be casual so I selected what I
thought were my sexiest T-shirts, shorts and runners (as IF!) and swimsuits.
At least with the swimsuits I thought I could have some control. Mom allowed
me to buy a new suit for the trip. Being 11 I didn't have many choices as
far as sexy goes but I went with a dark blue, red trim 2-piece that looked
good I thought.

We were going about 65 miles away to a lake In the Coastal Mountains that
I'd been to many times before. It was spectacular, with crystalline blue
water, surrounded by acres of dark green forest that climbed steep and
craggy mountains, at the bases of which this natural treasure lay. Areas
near the shore had been cleared and prepared for picnickers and campers and
the whole world had yet to discover it. The campgrounds were still half wild
forest but the ground was cleared and pressed and fire pits, picnic tables,
and bathrooms installed for overnight campers.

To me the lake was paradise and the mere thought of being there alone with
Caroline was intoxicating and made the week ahead creep forward so slowly I
thought the clocks had all stopped and the universe was conspiring to make
me wait forever for this magical trip to start. Finally, Saturday morning
arrived. Awakening at 6:00am in anticipation of her arrival at 9:00 am I
waited impatiently for the sound of her car to let me know my adventure had
begun.

And finally, at 9 promptly, there she was! I heard her car arrive, stop, and
her door open and close. I practically bolted out of the house in greeting
and frantically told Caroline I was all ready to go. She looked gorgeous in
khaki shorts and a tight T-shirt that showed off her breasts proudly. My mom
told her how anxious I had been all week to go so we quickly loaded my
things and headed out.

As soon as we were out of the driveway Caroline looked me over through her
sunglasses and commented on how nice I looked. I blushed in appreciation
having agonized all week over what to wear, what make-up to put on or not,
and what shoes to wear. I had chosen a white polo shirt with red trim that I
liked and cotton navy blue shorts with matching sneakers. I'd decided on
going without make-up. Apparently I'd made good choices.

"So kiddo, you're all set to brave the great outdoors with me?" she asked,
turning to watch my reaction.

"Oh gosh yes!" I replied. "I've been ready all week!" I gushed. "And you
look very nice too." I added, in classic understatement. I was panting after
her like a demented lap dog in heat. Caroline just smiled at me warmly from
behind her dark glasses, leaving me to wonder what she was really thinking
or feeling. We were mostly silent as we made our way through and then out of
the city via one of the entrance ramps to the freeway.

We did make small talk during the rest of the trip and I settled in to enjoy
the astonishing greenness of the Fraser Valley we were passing through.
Ahead in the distance loomed Washington State's Mt. Rainier, which looked
staggeringly beautiful on this clear, bright summer's morning. To our left
small mountains arose framing the fertile green fields all around. I was
completely enchanted.

Soon we reached the exit off the freeway to the lake and I felt like our
adventure had truly begun. The trip up was on a road twisting and winding
through untamed rain forest that went on for a couple of miles until we
first spied the lake ahead. We carried on about half way around the lake,
catching glimpses of its pristine brilliance through the evergreens as we
continued driving. Finally, about the half way point, we turned in to
Entrance Bay campsite. After paying our weekly fee, we chose ourselves a
spot nestled close to the woods that looked perfect to me.

Caroline and I quickly unloaded her car and began erecting our tent, placing
our cots and sleeping bags inside, and arranging our food and other
possessions both of us noting how empty our campsite was. Only two other
tents shared this magnificently beautiful spot with us and they were many
yards distant. After we were finished, Caroline suggested a swim. That
sounded like a great idea to me but meant of course we'd have to change into
our swimsuits. I thought we'd take turns inside the tent but Caroline had
other ideas.

"Let's grab our suits," she said to me strolling into the tent and peeling
off her T-shirt. I stood a moment gaping at her near nakedness then slowly
crept inside. "Don't be shy," she told me. "Only us girls here!" and with a
laugh she pulled off her shorts, leaving me to admire her in white lacy bra
and brief white cotton panties. These she quickly removed and then caught me
staring. "Like what you see?" she asked me with a laugh.

"Oh gee, I'm sorry but yes, you -- you are beautiful," I managed to stutter
out. Indeed she was. Her breasts were perfectly round and topped with rosy
pink nipples that I saw were hardening. Between her legs was a lovely small
patch of dark pussy fur that had me drooling with desire, desire I was so
afraid would show through to her that I tried to look as if standing in
front of a gorgeous naked woman were something I did every day.

"So let's get going!" she admonished, reaching into her bag to extract a red
2-piece bathing suit that was sexy as hell but still modest enough not to
draw too much unwanted attention.

In for a penny, I thought and peeled off my shirt exposing my bare chest to
her gaze. She continued watching me as she donned her own suit. I was
dreadfully conscious of the fact that I had nothing to compete with in the
breast department. I was both embarrassed and excited by her attention
though, and when I removed my shorts and panties she just smiled at me. I
caught her stealing a glance at my bare hairless slit and a little tingle
went through me. I quickly grabbed my new suit and put it on, finishing just
a few seconds after Caroline.

I know I was blushing furiously but she didn't say anything as we headed the
short distance down to the lake. As we wandered the 300 yards or so to the
water's edge I couldn't take my eyes off of Caroline's rolling ass cheeks,
admiring how firm and delicious they looked in her tight red bottoms. At
that moment I knew I wanted her and that maybe, just maybe, I might be gay
and that would be okay as long as I had my cousin for a lover. With this
realization came a new sense of liberation, as if tight, enshrouding bonds
had suddenly fallen off me. Suddenly I was acknowledging my sexual identity
to myself and knew exactly, in part at least, who and what I was. I also
knew that the genie could not be put back in the bottle. I was totally out
with myself now.

Of course, I was not at all certain where Caroline stood in all of this. Did
she want me too or was she just being a good friend, befriending her young
cousin out of filial obligation? Or were her intense looks at my naked body
a sign that she too might be interested? I just didn't know for sure. I
decided that she would have to make the first move here because I was just
too afraid, being only 11 after all. And, God forbid, I didn't want to do
anything that would jeopardize the relationship we already had by making
some kind of pass and looking like a complete dork if she rejected me.
Unrequited love was way more tolerable than never seeing her again.

Caroline entered the water nonchalantly, completely unaware, I thought, of
the turmoil raging inside me. I quickly joined her and we swam and splashed
around having a great time, but the occasions when I'd feel her body contact
mine were brief and maddeningly exquisite. Once in awhile her hands would
seem to linger on my shoulder or back but, frustratingly, I couldn't be sure
if this was a signal or not. Caroline's every movement, every touch was
turning me on more and more and I didn't know what to do about it.

It was getting towards lunchtime so we ended our swim and headed back to the
campsite to prepare a meal. We were both ravenous but first needed to change
out of our wet suits.
Again, Caroline entered the tent and removed her top and bottoms and I
followed removing mine until we were both naked together. We stood looking
at each other for a few moments and I could feel her eyes traveling over me,
staring at my hairless slit and my small, puffy nipples. "Like what you
see?" I asked with a giggle.

"Oh you are a sweetheart Lacey. You're gonna be a real babe when you grow
up," she finished, eyeing me even more appreciatively. With that, she just
turned around and started getting dressed. I could only stand there frozen
with embarrassment and enthralled by the compliment. "What's a matter baby?
Get going, we've got a fire to light!" she exclaimed as I snapped out of my
trance and hurriedly jumped back into my clothes.

The rest of the day went by as in a dream for me. We toured all around the
lake in Caroline's car that afternoon, stopped for ice cream, and generally
breathed in the pure air and relaxed. Well, I relaxed as much as I could
given my feelings for my grown-up cousin, who seemed her usual cheery self
while remaining, as far as I could tell, completely oblivious to the wanton
lust I was feeling for her, thank God.

When we returned to the campsite Caroline cooked us some hamburgers on the
hibachi she'd brought along. With all the excitement, exercise and fresh air
I was hungry and wolfed down two big burgers, barely stopping to breath. She
laughed at my appetite and told me to watch that girlish figure of mine. I
laughed as I chugged down a bottle of soda, kept cool in our ice chest, and
asked her if she liked my `girlish figure', being as forward as I'd ever
been with her and scaring myself silly that I'd said something wrong.

"Yes Lacy, you have a great little body for someone 11," she paused, then
looked straight over at me. "And what about mine? I saw you checking me out
this morning," she laughed with a little twinkle in her eye.

"Oh --oh, gosh yes! I mean..." I was stumbling around horribly red-faced at
being caught but Caroline just kept smiling at me across the picnic bench we
were sitting on. "Well, I guess that, uh, I've never seen a grown woman
before, you know, naked," I hung my head for fear she would see how awkward
I was feeling about her question. "And oh yes your bod is beautiful. I just
hope I look half as good when I'm your age!" I gushed in my eagerness to
please her.

"Well thank you young lady," Caroline replied. "That is just so sweet. And
I'm very sure you will look every bit as good as me, and more. Your butt is
simply divine!" she giggled. "And you've already got great legs!" at which
point we both began to laugh but I could feel her words like caresses to my
body and ached and yearned to have her close to me, touching me.

That evening as the sun set earlier than we were used to owing to the
mountains all around us Caroline and I sat together on an old log before a
big campfire we'd made. We toasted some marshmallows, downed some sodas then
just sat basking in the warmth of each other's company.

As the sky grew ever more dark we cuddled and laughed feeling snug and
secure around our wilderness fire whose orange yellow flames cast rippling
shadows throughout the forest surrounding us. It was in fact terribly
romantic and as Caroline got up to get a sweater against the cool night
breezes I shuddered at the thought of the night ending. I wanted to stay
with Caroline like this forever but soon sleep caught up to both of us.

"Come on Lacy, bedtime!" Caroline announced and arm in arm we entered the
tent. My cot was on the right and hers to the left. She quickly zipped
closed the tent door after turning on a small electric lantern then calmly
began to undress for bed. She faced me with a little smile and then took off
her T-shirt and bra, exposing her round soft titties to my hungry stare. I
continued to gaze at her almost mesmerized as she doffed her shorts and
panties. "Your turn!" she laughed.

Quickly I pulled off my top and then my shorts including my panties, then
kicked off my shoes and socks as Caroline did the same. We just stood there
then, clearly admiring each other's bodies but afraid it seemed to make a
move beyond that. I didn't want to lose sight of her standing there so I
remained standing, willing her not to get into bed so I could admire her
form some more. She seemed about to say something but then smiled at me
again and climbed into her sleeping bag. I was so disappointed, but I
followed her lead after turning off the lantern. "Good night Caroline," I
whispered to her in the dark and she replied the same. I was so turned on
and frustrated!

I lay there for a few moments taking in the utter silence of the forest,
strange to my city girl ears, but knew I had to find release. Waiting until
I thought Caroline was asleep my hand stole down between my legs and I began
slowly rubbing my tumescent little clit, standing proudly to attention. I'd
begun to masturbate about 8 months previous and enjoyed it, but I was very
conscious of Caroline beside me not 4 feet away and tried to be as quiet as
possible.

My fantasy naturally was of Caroline naked, and I relished anew the sight of
her marvelous tits, hard pointy nipples, and puffy pussy lips just visible
through her dark pubic hair, and her gorgeous legs and ass. I thought about
her full lush lips and how it would feel to kiss them and how I'd so like
her to make passionate love to me, however unlikely as that seemed to happen
at the time. My fingers got busier and busier until I'd completely abandoned
caution to the pleasure that was building in my loins. I moaned, very close
to orgasm.

"Lacey? Lacey, are you all right?" Oh my God! It was Caroline kneeling
beside my bed! I could have died on the spot! I turned rigid as stone and
quickly answered that I was fine. My hand froze over my aching young pussy.
"You were making these groaning noises and I thought you might be in pain,"
she whispered worriedly.

"No, oh no! I'm fine, really!" I replied while begging her silently to drop
the subject and go back to bed. But Caroline would not let it go. I was
mortified.

"So what is going on?" she inquired with a wicked little snicker in her
voice. "You haven't been asleep long enough to be dreaming."

"I -- I don't know. Uh, I was...."

"Masturbating?" she said with a giggle. "It's okay, you know. I do it all
the time," she calmly announced. "Everybody does of course but nobody likes
to talk about it," she went on while I tried to shrink as small as possible
into my sleeping bag. It didn't work. "And at 11, that's great Lacy. I
didn't get around to learning about getting myself off until I was 14 at
least. I envy you those three years I lost." She was grinning like a big old
house cat at this point and I began to feel some hope arise in the midst of
my total humiliation.

"So -- so it's okay? I mean you're not grossed out or anything?" I stammered.
"God I am so embarrassed!" I cried, throwing my sleeping bag over my head to
escape from Caroline's relentless pursuit of a full confession to my
nighttime doings. And besides, I thought, it's your entire fault anyway!

"No, in fact I was gonna wait until you were asleep and do it myself. Hey,"
she added. `I didn't mean to embarrass you Lacey. It's okay. It really is."

It was then I looked at her kneeling beside me completely nude and I just
groaned again. "Caroline, it's you. Your damn great bod that's got me all
worked up. I -- I'm so sorry but it's the truth!" I blurted out and began to
cry. All the events of the day had conspired to overwhelm my defenses and I
blatantly `came out' to my cousin before I even knew what I was doing.

Sensing the importance and sensitivity of the moment, Caroline quickly
embraced me and started cooing in my ear. "Hey, Lacey! It's okay. It's like
really okay. I- I'm so flattered and, well, you kind of turn me on too.
Don't be embarrassed, please! I like girls too, sometimes. There's nothing
to be ashamed about honey," she whispered to me quietly as I lay sobbing in
her arms.

"But you have a boyfriend," I cried into her shoulder, somewhat confused.

"Sure, but I like girls too but Billy doesn't know about that. I'm not sure
he could handle it," Caroline explained. She went on to explain bisexuality
to me and I confessed that I thought I was gay and she told me that was just
fine and that she would love and support me no matter what.

"But Caroline," I started hesitantly. "I -- I think I'm in love with you," I
revealed in mortal terror that she would reject me or worse, laugh.

She did laugh but it was gentle and consoling. "Honey," she said. "I love
you too, you know. Very much but I've been afraid to tell you. I mean you're
11 after all and I didn't know how that would play for you. I've been
nervous as a cat since we got here!"
"You have? I asked in amazement. "But you seemed so cool!" I couldn't
believe it. Caroline had been feeling all the same things I was! "You mean
you love me? But why? I'm just a kid with no boobs whose only 11 and you're
19!" I said with disbelief and tears still in my eyes.

"11 you may be Lacey," Caroline went on. "But I want you, I can't explain
it. You just turn me on something incredible and I love who you are and just
being with you," she paused and seemed to blush a little. "I must confess
that this little camping trip was my way to get you alone. And," she giggled
"someplace I could have you all to myself long enough to uh, well, seduce
you." Caroline blushed deep red and lowered her face that contained a small
smile. "I mean, if that's alright with you!" she added quickly.

Alright with me? I was somewhere off in the 7th Bardo with excitement and
relief. "Caroline, I've had a crush on you forever! I just didn't know what
to do about it. I mean, what do I do?? I'm kinda confused."

"Well, you could kiss me. That would be nice," she suggested. She brought
her lips closer to mine. I closed my eyes and felt that first electric
contact with her mouth. Being inexperienced I let her take the lead and she
soon had her tongue pressing against my lips, licking them then forcing it
between my compliant lips. This felt so good I never wanted it to stop and
answered her soft probing with my own. A moan escaped from her throat and
her arms held me more tightly but after moment she pulled away. "Let's go to
my bed," she whispered in the dark.

I never hesitated. I slipped naked out of my sleeping bag and followed
Caroline across the tent to her cot. She lay down on it and patted the space
beside her for me to join her.
I was so nervous I was shivering with excitement. We kissed again and this
time our mouths were wide open and our tongues were fighting duels, twisting
and turning in our oral cavities such that our lips were spread wide apart.
I had never experienced anything so sensual in my whole life. Then Caroline
abruptly stopped and took both of my hands in hers.

"Lacey, honey,' she began. "Nobody can know about this, okay? It has to be
our secret or I could get in lots of trouble," she implored me I hastened to
assure her that no one would ever know, that what we had was special and
secret. I knew only too well what could happen if our parents or the law
found out. Caroline hugged me to her tightly then brought my hands up to cup
her titties. Her head fell back as I kneaded and squeezed her delectable
breast flesh, relishing in the hardness of her nipples against my palms. Her
own hands were over my own. "I have so much I can teach you," she whispered
and drew me down next to her on the cot.

She began to kiss me again then moved her fingers between my legs. Her touch
was magic and my nether lips parted easily at her intrusion. "This is your
little pussy," she instructed me. "And this little thing is your clitoris!"
she exclaimed running her fingers around and around it, sending delightful
waves of bliss through my loins. I moaned out loud at her ministrations.
"And this," she said inserting a finger into my vagina "is your cunt. Does
it feel nice when I fuck you with my finger?" she asked coyly.

"Oh gosh yes! I sometimes put my finger up there too but my cherry stops
it," I told her.

"Well we can get rid of that old cherry anytime you like, but we'll leave it
for now. Right now I want to go down on you. Do you know what that means?"
she asked me earnestly.
"It means I want to lick your pussy and fuck your little hole with my
tongue. Do you think you'd like that?" Oh, I thought that I might just give
it a try(!) Your hairless little puss is just so delightful I can't wait to
taste it!" So saying she scooted down between my legs, opened then up and
immediately glued her lips to my oozing cunny.

Oh the sensations! I'd never felt anything like them! She lapped at me
furiously then formed her tongue into a little cock and began fucking my
juicy wet hole with it. By this time I was squeezing my puffy little nipples
with one hand and holding Caroline's head hard between my legs with the
other. I could feel my orgasm begin as a spark of white hot heat in my clit
then felt it flow out in rhythmic, spastic waves centered in my genitals to
dissipate finally at the tips of my toes and the ends of my fingers. My
whole body shook as with a hot breaking fever until finally these massive
cresting waves of pleasure ceased and I lay limp in Caroline's arms, who
held and rocked me until my climax was over.

I sobbed and sobbed out my relief as she cradled me, not believing the power
of what I had just experienced. "So -- so that's a real orgasm?" I managed to
stammer out between sobs and tears of joy. Caroline just laughed and held
me.

"I've been wanting to do that for you for so long now. That's why I set up
this camping trip baby doll." She whispered in my ear. "You're not mad or
anything, are you?" she asked worriedly.

"Of course not! I just didn't know what to do! I thought you liked me but
I'm only 11 and I didn't think you'd want me at all.!" I almost started to
cry but Caroline held me to her and shushed me.

"I've wanted you since I saw you 6 months ago when I came out to the coast.
You are a beautiful girl, very much older than your years and so sexy! Those
legs and that tight little butt. You have driven me wild. And you are so
pretty and unaffected, so natural. You don't put on airs like the other
pretty girls. Besides, I like you young with no titties yet and a bald
little pussy!" she giggled.

I was in heaven! "So what things can you teach me," I demanded.

"You can begin with my tits. You must always call them that or titties. I
like them licked and sucked just so!" Guiding my mouth down to her turgid
nipple she began her instructions. "First bathe it with your tongue gently
and wake her up properly, then suck harder and get her fully awake. Next
give her little bites to get her all excited for the evening's play," she
directed me and I followed her instructions to a tee. She moaned out her
pleasure. "Next use your fingers to first caress then twist and toy with
them until the pain becomes exquisite, honey." I did as ordered and her
pleasure was obvious as she took my hand up to maul and caress her tits
harder and harder.

Neither did she remain quiet. She loved dirty words and would give voice to
them during all our proceedings. "Yes Lacey, mash my tits dear. Twist my
nipples. Now reach down and feel my hot cunt. Put your fingers inside me and
fuck me like the devil, honey! Gawd yes! Yes! And talk to me lacy honey!
Tell me how my sloppy cunt feels!

"Oh God Caroline your cunt is a swamp hole" I cry out to her ."My whole hand
is fisting your gaping twat! I can feel your juices slopping down my arms!
Let me bite your big nipples and rub my little box against your sopping wet
thigh! Gawd, I'm rubbing myself off against your hot wet leg, pumping my
cunt so hard and fast! GAWWWWWWD I'M CUMMMMMMMING SOOO HARRRRD!

We would collapse in a tangle of sopping wet body parts, exhausted after our
ordeals only to run down to the lake, clean off and begin a quiet arpeggio
of the tenderest caresses, the sweetest of long lasting kisses and the most
delicate of lovemaking.

We explored every sexual practice we could think of. Caroline loved watching
me masturbate and I grew to love her passionate attention to the busy work
of my fingers on my hairless puss. After she took my cherry she reveled in
the sight of me fingering myself with two digits working furiously away
while my other hand drew rapid wet sounding circles over my clit. These
orgasms were always special and ended in me going down on Caroline, my
favorite thing to do for her

We excelled in erotic conversation and short stories sometimes making them
up on the spot or taking our time to craft them well. We had no taboos. In
our imaginations we seduced young girls, older women, film and rock stars,
anyone who attracted our attention. We would sometimes park out at the beach
at night, tell each other our erotic fantasies and masturbate beside each
other. My favorite stories involved seducing older women while Caroline
naturally went for the pre-teen set. Our week of camping was packed with a
lot of erotic content, to say the least.

All good things of course come to an end, as did our camping trip. That
didn't mean Caroline and I parted ways. By no means. We became secret lovers
and spent many weekends together exploring each others sexual boundaries,
which, I hope, will form the basis of some future stories.

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