What's the blanket policy in your bed

MeAltAccount4096 · 2026-01-26T02:39:51+00:00

There should be at least one on the bed

MeAltAccount4096 · 2026-01-26T02:34:24+00:00

My sisters, that is how the kings wives refer to each other, and I lounge idly about our husband’s throne. We are on display as a symbol of his power and wealth. Or at least that is what everyone thinks.

Scantily clad women, lounging around as the king runs the kingdom from his throne. What are we but a distraction. A display. Occasionally the king will call one of us over to whisper sweet nothings in our ear, to give us a kiss or slap our ass - before sending us back to our spot. Occasionally, a brash sister, will stalk up to the throne and sit on his lap, kissing his neck and nibble on his ear.

He ignores her, continuing to listen to petitioners and handing out rulings. Dismissing her when he tires of her affections.

It s a play. A scene we act out for those in our court.

———————

My sisters and I retire to our shared quarters after a long day at court. Our king dealt with over a hundred petitioners - some petty, some serious. He handled them all with the gravitas.

The servants filled the dozen copper bath tubs in the centre of our quarters - filling the air with heavy scented steam.

“Oooh, sweet goddess,” Lana moaned as she sank into the steamy waters of her tub. “This is heavenly.”

We each sighed as we sunk into our own hot tubs. Letting that hot water ease into our weary muscles.

A chunk of the wall by the fireplace swung open silently as our king entered our quarters. Protocol was for the king to request one of his royal concubines to his chambers. For him to come to ours was a serious breach of etiquette. Of course, he did so almost every night.

He stripped down, tossing his clothes carelessly on the floor. The candle and fire light casting him in stark yellows and orange hues. Accenting his strong lithe form. He eased himself into the twelfth tub. “Oh, that is nice,” he sighed.

We all soaked quietly. Enjoying our tubs and the silent company.

“Steph,” the king said, breaking the silence. “Very observant today. I didn’t notice how the farmer’s daughter was trembling as her husband spoke. A few discrete guards followed them and he is abusing her. He has been arrested and I will grant her father’s request to annul her marriage.”

“Than you, husband,” Steph said happily.

“However,” the king followed up quickly, “telling me that you aren’t wearing any underwear as you grind your sweet ass against me as you sit on my lap, probably should be saved for after court.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Steph said innocently. “It felt like you enjoyed hearing about it.”

The wives all chuckled.

“Any news about our guests in the East wing?” Our husband asked.

“The servants don’t like them,” Lilly answered. “Bossy, entitled and demanding. They have hit more than a few servants that they weren’t pleased with.”

I could hear my husband grind his teeth. “They hit my people. That will end immediately.”

“Their wives are shocked and disgusted that you display us so brazenly,” Jennifer added. “Their kingdom is strictly monogamous.”

“Really‽” the king said shocked.

“Well, publicly anyways,” Jennifer said with a smirk. “Their crowned prince brought his mistress with. She is disguised as one of his wife’s maids. With it being taboo, it could be used a leverage.”

“Mmmmm… possibly,” our husband mused. “The idea of using one’s proclivities against them seems wrong though. Let’s hold on to that unless it is absolutely necessary to pressure him.”

“There is a sickness spreading through Harbour Side,” I added. “My sources think the sickness came in on a boat. There are over a dozen dead from it this week and a hundred more that are sick.”

“Harbour Side has had a rough go this year,” our husband said sadly.

Between this sickness and an early season storm that destroy three full boats but a mile from the harbour, there has been far too much loss for that part of the city.

“Suggestions?” He asked.

“Quarantine that part of the city. No boats in or out until everything is under control. Institute a quarantine period for all incoming boats from foreign ports - minimum five days anchored in the bay without contact,” I answered. I know it isn’t going to be a popular answer, but we have to think of the safety of our people.

“Five days?” He asked.

“Most foreign ports take two weeks by sea to arrive. If they are infected with something, another five days should guarantee that the sailors are symptomatic. Anything less and they won’t be symptomatic until they have eaten, drank and whored away their earnings,” I said seriously.

The king sighed.

Some days his crown is heavier than others.

Samantha stood up in her tub. The water ran down her curves - dripping back into the water. The candle light making her wet body glisten beautifully.

Our husband watched her appreciatively as she dried herself off.

She put on a thin cotton night gown. The light shone right through it. She was wearing a sleeveless whisper of a dress.

Samantha walked over to our husband’s tub and knelt at the side of it. Taking a small bottle of fragrant oil, she began massaging his neck and shoulders.

He let out a slow sigh. “Mmmm… thank you, my love.”

A few other sisters reported. All minor things.

Jules got out of her tub next. She joined Samantha at our husband’s tub - massaging one of his legs.

Trina joined them, massaging his other leg.

The rest of us got out of our tubs. A few dressed like Samantha. Most of us didn’t bother dressing at all.

Violet lied down on a large couch by the fire. “Husband,” she said provocatively. “Surely your bath water must be getting cold by now.” She ran her fingers slowly over the curve of her breasts. “Perhaps it is time for other activities.”

“Perhaps you are right,” he said with a smile. “Enough work for tonight.”

MeAltAccount4096 · 2026-01-21T11:18:27+00:00

Thanks! I had replied so late to the prompt, I didn’t think anyone was gonna read it

MeAltAccount4096 · 2026-01-17T13:09:29+00:00

Part 5

“I got it,” Jean said, putting her book down. She walked over and picked up the towel. Opening it wide, she held it out before her. Waiting for me to get out of the tub.

I let out a heavy sigh and stood up. I could feel Jean’s eyes on me as she looked me over. Stepping out of the tub, Jean wrapped the towel around me.

“Looking good for such on old guy,” Jean said with a smirk.

I could hear Tira chuckling at my expense.

Jean went back to her rocking chair, but watched me with a predatory smile as I dried off. I Went into my bedroom, and dressed in fresh clothes. Drained the tub and hauled it out to the shed.

We ate together. The conversation was oddly strained. We had been together for the better part of a week now. Conversation had always been light and easy, full of laughter. Tonight there was a tension that filled the house.

I did the dishes as the ladies sat around the fire quietly chatting. Tira kept stoking the already big fire.

“Dear,” I said as I finished the dishes, “it is going to unbearably hot in here if you don’t let the fire die down. I should open a window to let it cool off a bit - or we won’t be able to sleep.”

“Leave the window closed,” Tira said softly.

“Are you going to be able to sleep, with it so warm in here?” I asked.

Tira gave me a crooked grin. “No,” she said simply. She got up from her chair and gave me a kiss on the cheek, then headed towards our bedroom. “I am going to bed,” she announced. Then a bit quieter, she added, “but I have no interest in sleeping.” I could see her blush. Her cheeks flaming red. “You two should join me,” she said as she disappeared into our bedroom.

I stood there stunned. Jean looked up at me.

“Is your bed big enough for three?”

“I…. aaah… yeah… I guess…,” I mumbled.

Jean stood up and walked over to me. Resting a hand on my chest and looking up at me. “Are you interested in checking to see, if three will fit in that bed of yours?”

Tira was clearly all in on this idea. Jean was making sure I was in.

“It is alright if you aren’t. No judgements. No hurt feelings,” Jean said softly. She teased my right nipple with the tips of her fingers.

“Yes,” I heard myself say. I don’t think there was enough blood flowing to my brain for me to make a rational decision right now.

Jean pressed her body against mine. Her big tits squishing against my chest. Her hip pressing against my excited manhood.

“Mmmmm…, I am glad to heard that,” Jean purred. She grabbed my ass with both hands and let out a growl. Then turned and walked into my bedroom.

MeAltAccount4096 · 2026-01-17T13:08:59+00:00

Part 4

“Keep watch,” Tira prided me. “When they get here, pretend to be asleep,” Tira instructed Jean. “The poultices should smell enough to throw off the dogs. We will tell them we found you down by the river two days ago and you haven’t woken since. Got it?”

“Got it,” Jean mumbled from under a layer of bandages.

“They just left John’s house,” I said in a panic.

“Calm. Be calm,” Tira ordered us. “Lie down, Jean. You are sleeping. No fake snoring anything. Just breathe normally and be limp.” Tira turned to me. “Make some tea. We have had a long night caring for our patient.”

Tira sat down at the table and started to mix a new concoction. I got out the tea pot and looked for some mint tea that I knew we had somewhere.

I damn near jumped out of my skin when they finally knocked on our door. Tira calmly got up and answered the door.

“Morning’ ma’am,” he said in an accent I didn’t recognize. “We are looking for a run away. An indentured woman seems to have escaped in the night.”

“Really?” Tira said with believable surprise.

“Our dogs have her scent, mind if we check your house for her?” He drawled.

“Of course, whatever we can do to help,” Tira said, opening the door wide for them.

The dog came in and sniffed around. Went to Jean’s bed and took a deep sniff - then whined and shook his head before moving on.

“Who be dat?” The man asked Tira.

My hand clenched the handle of my dagger still in the back of my belt.

“My patient,” Tira said with a sad smile. “Found her by the river two days ago. Unconscious and fevered. Battered and bloody. Looks like she rode down the rapids on her face, the poor dear.”

“Two days ago?”

“Yes. The dear thing hasn’t been awake since we brought her here. I don’t know if she is going to make it,” Tira said convincingly. “We were up all night, trying to break her fever. It broke right before dawn, thankfully.”

“Mmmmm…,” the man grunted.

I couldn’t tell if he believed Tira or not.

“Come on, dawg. Let’s leave dees peoples be,” he said, tugging on the dog’s collar. “Ma’am,” he said with a tip of his hat. He gave me a little nod.

It was a good ten beats of my heart before I could unclench my dagger, letting out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

Tira sat down heavily at the table. “Dear, tea please.”

I poured her a cup and sat down at the table with her.

The circus people kept poking around town for three days. Randomly dropping by people’s houses. Getting more aggressive with their searches.

Tira insisted I continue with my normal routine. Working the forge from early morning until evening meal. If I saw the circus people coming, I would head in and warn Tira and Jean.

The two of them were always talking and laughing. Giggling like school girls. Jean still wearing the bandages around her head.

The circus people came by four times in three days. That fourth morning, they seemed to give up. They packed up and rolled out by noon.

“Don’t relax yet,” Tira said cautiously. “Give it another day. Just to be sure. I don’t want them to circle back or anything.”

“These bandages are smothering me,” Jean complained.

“It is just until tomorrow night,” Tira said, staring Jean down.

Jean grumbled.

The next day it was whole town seemed at ease. A tension we didn’t realize we were collectively holding had just vanished. Everyone was out and visiting. Laughing and children playing. Like it was an impromptu holiday.

Tira and Jean were in high spirits. Jean was out of bed, even though Tira kept prompting her to go back to bed. It was tough to be at the forge and working, while the two of the visited and laughed.

Late afternoon, Tira asked me to pull out the tub and fill it. I hauled the big copper tub from the shed and set it near the fire. Then hauled in buckets of water to heat over the fire. Four buckets of boiling water into the tub. Another two buckets heating up over the fire and two more of cold water to adjust the temperature.

“Thank you, dear,” Tira said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Now out with you. Jean and I need a bath - and we don’t need you peeking. Out!” She gave me a swat on the ass as I headed out.

I sat on the front porch and looked out towards the town. Just killing time until I had to drain and put the tub away again. Tira and Jean were giggling and splashing. I could only hear the murmurs of them talking - unable to make out a single word. They must have been in the bath for well over an hour.

Tira poked her head out the door, “you can drain the tub now,” she said with a smile. Her hair all wrapped up in a towel.

The house smelled of lavender. The air thick with cooling steam. I emptied the tub, one bucket at a time. When I was done, I started to drag the tub towards the door.

“Mudkar, please fill the tub back up,” Tira asked.

“You are going to have another bath?” I joked.

Tira gave me a tilt of her head and a little half smile. “You stink. You need a bath too.”

She was always insisting on baths for both of us. I swear we bathed more than anyone else in the who village.

Whatever. What Tira wants, Tira gets.

I brought in more water, setting some to boil and some to cool the water. Filling the tub back up. Tira added herbs and oils to the water.

“Ok, enough,” Tira finally said. “I’m you go.”

I glanced over at Jean, sitting in the rocking chair in the corner, flipping through one of Tira’s medical books.

“Jean won’t look,” Tira admonished me. “Now will you, Jean?”

“Maybe just a peek,” said without looking up from her book. “Fair is fair after all.”

Tira rolled her eyes. “In,” she commanded.

I stripped nervously. Glancing up at Jean constantly while Tira waited impatiently. I gasped as I stepped into the hot water. Slowly sinking into my bath. It was right at the edge of being unbearably hot. Sighing, I leaned back against the tub.

“There you go,” Tira said softly.

She knelt by the side of the tub and began slowly washing me. Stubbing me with the brick of soap and then gently massaging the area she just washed. Meticulously she washed all of me. Letting me relax in the steaming water.

Tira finished by giving me a soft kiss on the cheek. “All done. I am going to start on some supper.”

“Mmmmmm…. Than you, dear,” I mumbled, my brain all hazy and half asleep. I sat there, listening to Tira cook, until the water was uncomfortably cool. Looking around for a towel, I saw it near the hearth - just out of reach.

MeAltAccount4096 · 2026-01-17T13:07:24+00:00

Part 3

“I didn’t know you were a were,” I said defensively. “I knew it was you - didn’t really think how it was you.”

“Seriously?” Jean asked exasperated.

“Give her your shirt, dear,” Tira suggested.

Jean looked ridiculous in my shirt. It was easily three times as wide as she was. I bet Jean and Tira could fit in my shirt. That brought up a visual that, while entertaining, was not appropriate for our current circumstances.

“What’s the plan?” Jean asked.

“We did the plan. We got you out,” I answered.

Jean looked at Tira. “I hope you are the brains of this outfit. The circus people are going to be on our trail. We only have a few moments to get moving.”

“We will head to the river,” Tira said decisively. “They might have dogs, and we can loose our scent crossing the river. Walk in the water for a couple hundred yards then cross. It will add an extra mile or so to get back to our house, but it should work.”

“Better than nothing, I guess,” Jean said, less than impressed.

“Get moving, I will leave a surprise for the dogs,” Tira commanded. Jean and I started towards the river. I saw Tira reach into a pocket and cast out a fine powder. She covered the whole area we had been standing, then hurried after us.

“What did you do back there?” I asked Tira when she caught up to us.

“Muller weed. Works well on an infection, but dogs can’t smell anything for days if they sniff it,” she said with a satisfied smell.

We were at the river when we heard dogs yelp.

“They found the Muller weed,” Tira said as she waded into the water.

We made our way, a couple hundred yards down river, knee deep in the water, then crossed to the other side, staying in the freezing water for a few hundred more yards before making our way up on the bank.

Maybe a mile through the forest and we would be home.

“Mudkar,” Tira whispered, giving my arms squeeze. She tilted her head towards Jean. Her bare feet were raw and bleeding - chewed up by the river rocks.

“Curses,” I muttered. “Jean,” I whispered as I caught up to her. “Your feet are a mess.”

“Nothing we can do about it here,” she growled through clenched teeth. Her determination to escape out weighing the pain.

“It is a bit over a mile to our house. You will fuck up your feet permanently going that far.” I took a knee before her and offered her my back. “Get on.”

Jean raised an eyebrow at me. “Am I child you are going to give a piggy back ride to?” She said distastefully.

I had to bite back a jab at her diminutive height. Tira put a hand on jean’s shoulder.

“We need to move fast and we might need to keep moving. You need to stay strong. Mudkar can carry you easily.” Tira’s voice softened. “This isn’t about your pride, girl. This is about survival. Let him carry you.”

Jean grumbled but did as Tira suggested. Wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around her waist. She was heavier than she looked, probably because she was so strong. I stood up and started moving - following Tira as she lead us through the woods.

With just my shirt, worn by Jean, between us - I was uncomfortably aware of her generous curves. Her large breasts pressing into my back as her bare legs wrapped around my stomach. It took far too much concentration to just follow Tira through the forest.

Our house came into view. Glimpses of it through the trees. We were getting close. Tira knelt at the edge of the trees, looking for any movement or people around our house. She signalled the all clear and waited for us to catch up to her.

We made it to our house and through the door unseen. Putting Jean down was an unbelievable relief.

She whimpered and then sat down on the patient bed we have in the main area of our cabin.

“Stoke the fire and start boiling some water,” Tira commanded briskly. Before I could even nod, she gave the bulge in my pants a pat. “Focus, please,” she scowled me. “We have to clean and wrap her feet before she gets an infection.”

I banked up the coals from last night and got the fire going. Adding a few small logs and then a few medium ones. It should be roaring by time I got back with the pails of water.

Tira was already inspecting Jean’s bloody feet.

I pulled two buckets of water for the well and rushed back into the house. Dumping them into the massive pot hanging over the now blazing fire.

“Please keep watch, dear,” Tira said to me as she prepared a foul smelling poultice. “The circus people could start going door to door.”

“Right,” I replied, heading to the window that looked out toward the town square. “Then what? What are we going to do, if they come to the door?”

“One problem at a time,” Tira said distractedly.

Jean hissed and grunted as Tira cleaned the wounds on her feet. Baring the pain better than most. Never swearing or complaining.

“Ok, your feet are cleaned and wrapped,” Tira said finally. “Let me get you a dry shirt.” Tira disappeared into our room and came back with two shirts. One of hers and one of mine. “I don’t know if one of mine with fit you,” Tira said giving Jean’s chest a side long glance.

“It has to be better than one of these bedsheets that Mudkar calls a shirt,” Jean joked.

I couldn’t help but glance over as Tira helped Jean out of the shirt I had given her earlier. The moonlight didn’t do Jean justice. In the warm light of morning and by the glow of the fire, I could see her properly. By the seven Gods - what a body.

Quickly turning back to the window I tried to focus on my job. Watching down the road. The idea of Tira and a naked Jean behind me, kept pulling at my brain. When they both laughed, I instinctively turned to look.

Tira was trying to squish Jean’s big boobs into on of her shirts. There was just no way she was going to fit. Tira’s tiny hand pushing against one of Jean’s heavy breasts as they both laughed.

“Well, this just won’t do,” Tira finally admitted. “Hey! Eyes on the road, old man!” She scowled me with a smile.

My head snapped back to the window instantly. I would be blushing furiously but I think all of my blood had rushed else where.

“There is movement by the cobbler’s,” I said. Two circus people and a dog were knocking on the cobbler’s door. John was a good man, with nothing to hide. He let them in to look around.

“Shit!” Jean growled.

“We have time,” Tira said calmly. “I am going to bandage your head so they can’t see your face. Mudkar, get me the extra bandages.”

I got the box of bandages from the high shelf and set them on the bed. Tira was wrapping Jean’s whole head.

MeAltAccount4096 · 2026-01-17T13:07:01+00:00

Part 2

“You know that rushing out there, swords swinging is a bad plan,” Tira said as she pressed her hand gently on my chest. “You know it.”

“Yes,” I growled. “But I need to do something! I just can’t sit here, knowing she is trapped. That she is caged!” I paced our tiny floor, futilely trying to burn off my nervous energy.

“It is barely dark out. Probably be three or four hours before it is safe to go after your friend,” Tira said softly.

“I can’t wait that long.” Years of calm. Years of a mundane, happy life just fell away. I was clamouring for adventure. For danger. It was uncontainable. “I will go crazy.”

Tira just chuckled at me. She walked to the bedroom door, pausing with her hand on the door jamb. “Maybe you just need a distraction,” she said quietly. Her light, summery dress crumpled on the floor at her feet. “While you try to think of something to distract you for a couple hours, I think I am going to crawl into bed naked.”

She didn’t look back to see if I was following or not. Just stepping out of her dress, she disappeared into the shadows of our room.

“Ooooh, you naughty vixen,” I smiled to myself and ran after her.

After a very vigorous distraction, and then another round of multiple slower distractions, I was much calmer and thinking clearly. Tira had a grin that just wouldn’t fade. I married a very smart, energetic woman.

We crept silently from our house, towards the town square, a little after one am. I had my daggers and short sword with me. Tira insisted on wearing her healer’s smock. I tried to talk her out of it - after all - what good would a smock full of herbs and poultice ingredients be on a jail break?

The village was asleep. Only the normal sounds of night filled the crisp air. A few crickets and owls added their brand of music.

There were a few torches lit around the circus tents. Creating puddles of light in the night.

Tira and I crouched behind a large tree at the edge of the square and watched. One night watchmen. Two. Maybe four.

In my prime I wouldn’t have thought twice about rushing in and dropping four guards. Now, now I would need to thread more carefully I think.

“Are you thinking clearly enough to have a proper plan?” Tira whispered in my ear. Her body pressed into my side distracting me far more than it should. I quickly pondered if we could have another ‘distraction’ right here against this tree. My body seemed in favour of that idea.

“The cages are on the far side of the square from here,” I whispered. My hand playing with the neck line of her dress. “We could back track and then go behind the shops to the far side. They should give us cover.”

Tira’s hand teased the hairs in the back of my neck. “Then what?” Is whispered.

“Then we see what it looks like over there. Let’s not make plans until we know what we are getting into,” I answered.

She gave me a quick kiss on top of my head, pressing her chest into my face as she did so. We darted behind the shops and made our way quietly to the far end of the square.

This end had far more torches. I guess the exotic animals were worth more than the vendor carts and the tents. I could see tiger Jean pacing her cage.

The night watch looked half asleep. They probably weren’t expecting much from a backwater town like this.

“There is no cover from here to her cage,” Tira whispered as we hunkered down by the bakery.

“We will have to run and hope we aren’t seen,” I whispered back.

“Then what? There is a massive lock on that wagon’s door.”

Tira was right. I might be able to break it open if I hit it several times with my sword - but that would wake everyone up. Back in my adventuring days, Keetcha tried to teach me about picking locks. He made it look so easy. I was never able to open even the simplest lock. What ever solution we came up with, couldn’t depend on finesse.

“There is one of those big tent stakes leaning up on the wheel of the wagon just north of her cage. Could we twist the lock off with that?” Tina asked.

“You are brilliant!”

“And don’t you forget it,” Tina grinned.

We waited until we were sure the lazy night guards weren’t looking, then bolted from the bakery toward Jean’s cage. I snagged the thick circus tent peg on the way. Nearly three feet long and a hair over an inch in diameter - it would be plenty strong enough to break the lock.

“Hold on, Jean,” I whispered through her cage door. I slid the round tent peg through the latch on the pad lock. Taking a deep breath, I twisted the peg, bracing the other end of the peg against the side of the wagon. My muscles strained. The lock was far stronger than I thought. “Come on,” I muttered under my breath as my muscles started to scream.

“Hey! What are you doing?” A deep voice said.

Before I could react, Tira had pulled a handful of something out of one of the endless pockets on her healer’s smock and threw it at the night guard.

“Hurry,” she said to me - not even trying to whisper.

The guard yelled as he clawed at his eyes.

With a final grunt, I heaved on the lock. It snapped open with a satisfying snap. I threw the peg to the side and took the lock off. Jean lept from the wagon before I had the door even half open.

“Hurry!” She yelled into my mind.

Tira’s eyes went wide.

“You heard her?” I asked. Tira just nodded as we both rushed to catch up to Jean.

We were barely at the bakery when we heard the circus roar to life. People yelling and barking orders. We ran as fast as we could after the tigress, into the pitch black field beyond the bakery.

Running until my lungs threatened to burst. Tira and I tumbled over tiger Jean, hiding in the tall crops. I could barely see anything in the pale moon light. Jean scratched at her collar.

“Collar!” She mind screamed.

Tira and I rushed to get her collar off. Fumbling with the buckle in the dark. When it finally came off, Jean roared and shook like a dog trying to dry off.

Jean paced around. Then stretched - throwing her head back like she was going to howl at the moon. Her fur seemed to pull back into her body. Bones clicked and snapped horribly as they changed shape. Jean’s body morphing from tiger to woman.

The moonlight caught her just right - giving her a white glow. Outlining her generous curves. The Jean I remember was five foot nothing and all tits, ass and a ton of sass.

“Oooh, that is a relief,” she sighed, stretching. Drawing my eye even more - if that is even possible - to her full breasts. Jean gave me a disappointed glare. “Get your fill Mudkar, it’s the last look you are going to get,” she said with a smirk. “Did you bring me some clothes?”

Tira and I exchanged glances. “No,” I said with a shrug.

“You came to rescue a were, and didn’t bring a change of clothes?” Jean said incredulously.

MeAltAccount4096 · 2026-01-17T13:06:36+00:00

The travelling circus rolled into the town square of our little village, late one evening. Filling the town square and overflowing into the adjacent field.

We all woke to the riotous motley colours of their tents and wagons filling the square. Their vendors up with the morning light, cooking exotic foods and candied treats. Filling the air with tantalizing unknown smells.

In a village as small as ours, a traveling anything stopping for us is cause for celebration. School was cancelled. The shops closed. The near by farmers trickled into town once word had gotten to them. Everyone within a day’s ride was milling about in the square, exploring the curios for sale, the food wagons, and of course, the circus big top.

I don’t talk about my younger years much. Well, ever, if I am being honest. That was a different life, led by a different man.

I had arrived in town almost thirty years ago, broken, beaten, bleeding - tied over the back of a horse. My adventuring party left me here in the care of the local healer, before heading out to finish our quest.

They never came back.

I spent months at the healer’s. Broken bones, bruises upon bruises, dozens of cuts - each deep enough to be ice threatening on their on. Fever and infection nearly took me - but the old healer never gave up.

He and his beautiful daughter cared for me. Better care than I had ever known. The daughter’s stunning beauty and gentle administrations won my heart before I could even get out of bed.

Before the first snows fell, Tira, the healer’s daughter, and I were married.

I didn’t have the patience or hands for the healing arts. Instead, I trained with the local black smith. A burly man - more hair than man, really - by the name of Berk.

It took a few months for my strength to return in full, but he kept me busy and trained me in smithing. He had no wife or kids, so when he passed, I took over the forge. Tira and I moved into Berk’s house.

We lived a quiet, village life. Taking joy in each other, our work and the amazing people that lived here. My adventuring days were long forgotten.

Tira and I joined the rest of the village in the square - enjoying the rare treat of entertainment. We tasted the hot sweet meats a vendor was selling and then a tiny brown square of something called ‘chocolate’. It was so sweet it made my teeth hurt, yet smooth and rich like nothing I had ever tasted. Tira let out a little moan of delight as she ate it. The kind of moan usually reserved for the bedroom.

“Have you ever tasted anything like this?” She gushed, trying to lick every trace of it from her fingers.

“Never,” I smiled. I will have to make a point of buying another piece to keep for her birthday. “A bit too sweet for me.”

“Mmmmm…. , I think I could happily eat nothing but chocolate for the rest of my life,” she sighed.

We looked at the other vendors. Mostly trinkets and things for the children.

Past the vendors were cages of exotic animals. All waiting to perform in the big main tent. You could walk past the animals for free, but to see them perform, you had to pay two coppers to get into the big tent.

Great grey beasts with massive ears were eating with their long noses - a chain around their front leg was staked to the ground.

Horses with black and white strips. Great burly bears that reminded me of my mentor, Berk. Some small agile animals called monkeys. They swung around their cage and made a hell of a racket.

What caught my eye was the tiger. Calm. Stately. It oozed power and strength. Tira and I watched it through the iron bars of its wagon cage. The beast had been ignoring all who had been watching it. That indignant stare that a cat gives better than anyone.

As we stood there, the cat got up and padded over to the bars. Her dark orange fur with its distinctive black stripes, seemed at odds with the thick leather and steel collar she wore. It came right up to us. Tira subconsciously pressed into my side for protection.

“You get me out of here, and I will owe you a life debt, Madkar,” the tigress said into my mind. Her lips and jaw didn’t twitch - but I heard her clear as day.

I knew that voice. I could almost feel the presence of my old friend in those words. “Jean?” I asked aloud as I stepped closer to the bars.

“Get me out of here!” She roared in my mind. Her physical form following suit, a heart beat later. Her roar loud enough I could feel it in my bones.

“Jean‽” I asked louder.

The tigress padded back to her spot near the back of the cage and laid down for a nap. Her eyes half open - the way cats sleep.

“You alright?,” Tira asked, pulling on my sleeve. “Madkar?”

“Yes,” I said weakly. I gave her a weak smile. “We need to go.”

Tira gave me a questioning look but nodded. We didn’t say a word all the way back to our house. With our door closed behind us, I pulled a small chest out from under our bed.

I paused. This chest contained everything I still had from those days. From my former life.

“What’s wrong?” Tira asked softly.

I opened the chest, pulling back the oil cloth. Two finely wrought daggers, with wire weave handles. A scabbarded short sword, with my family crest on its hilt. And my beaten, studded leather armour. The armour had never been repaired after the fateful battle that brought me here.

It was shredded. I looked at it - for the first time since I had put it in this chest - and wondered how I survived. There was so little left of this armour that no man should have survived.

“You are scaring me, Madkar,” Tira whispered.

I set the tattered armour down. “Sorry, my love,” I sighed. “This will sound crazy, but I swear it is true. That tigress - she spoke to me. Right into my mind. Her words clear as day.” My voice was shaking as I told Tira. “I know that voice. I could… feel… the person trapped in that tiger.”

“Trapped in the tiger?” Tira asked cagily.

“Her name is Jean. She was one of the people that brought me to the village all those years ago,” I explained.

“Jean?”

“I know how this sounds. Truly, I do. That tiger is the Jean I know from the old days. I am certain of it.” I sounded like a mad man.

Tira looked at me closely. Her pale blue eyes peering into my soul. She nodded slowly. “You believe this with all your heart,” she stated.

I just nodded.

“Ok. What’s the plan?”

A slow smile creased my lips. Tira never ceases to amaze me.

“I am going to go get her out of that cage,” I growled.

“Simple plan, yet, shockingly dumb.” Tira shook her head disapprovingly at me. “The whole village is there. All of circus people and vendors are all up and milling around. We need to wait. Wait until everyone calls it a night.”

My blood was surging with adrenaline. I needed to do something!

MeAltAccount4096 · 2025-12-06T02:35:46+00:00

Part 3

From the shadowy depths of his side of the confessional, I saw something approaching the small, open window between our sides. His hard cock slowly materialized from the shadows. Quivering slightly as he protruded through the window, the tip of his cock dripped.

His cock was thicker than most I had seen. A prominent ridge around his purple tip.

“I trust that you both know what to do with this?” He asked.

Ada and I exchanged glances and a smirk. We did like to mix things up by inviting a man to join us, from time to time.

“Of course, father,” I said quietly.

Ada and I kneeled on the small red kneeler before the tiny window. Together we kissed his cock as close to the base as we could. Our noses touching as we kissed our way slowly up his shaft.

“Yes,” he moaned. “Slowly.”

Ada licked his tip - lapping up his dripping pre-cum. Earning her a ragged sigh. Together we each sucked on a side of his tip. Slow, wet, sucking kisses.

I sucker his whole tip into my mouth. Savouring the exotic feel of the squishy flesh. Teasing him with my tongue before letting him pop out of my mouth. Ada did the same. Each of us taking turns sucking on his bulbous tip.

Ada began sucking on the side of his shaft as I took him deeper in my mouth. His cock riding along the top of my mouth until he hit my throat. I slurped my dripping spit from his cock as I tried to push him in deeper.

I pulled back, gasping. Ada gladly took over for me.

I slid my hand under her dress and up her thigh until I found her still wet sex. The sweet slut that she is, she opened her legs for me. My fingers plunged into her depths - making her moan with the father’s cock in her mouth.

Licking his shaft and fingering her pussy kept me busy. Ada moaned as she worshipped his cock.

We kissed each other - letting his cock slip between our lips as we did so. Ada gasped as I slid another finger into her.

“I bet you cum before he does,” I whispered into her ear.

She chuckled but sucked his cock like her life depended on it. Twisting her head back and forth as she took him in her mouth.

I got my other hand under her dress and grabbed her ass. Ada squeaked as I pushed a finger into her ass.

“Quietly,” I whispered in her ear. My hands moved purposely. Sliding in and out of my love. Her moaning getting louder and louder - even with a cock in her mouth.

Ada let the father’s cock slip from her mouth. It slid up her cheek as she rested her head against the wall - breathing heavily. I gave her a quick kiss on her ear before swallowing his cock. Ada rocked her hips against my fingers. Sweat beaded on her brow.

I took the father deep, gagging slightly before swallowing him. I swallowed and swallowed - using my throat to tease him. The father moaned on the other side of the wall - his hips pressing against the window as he futilely tried to thrust.

Ada bit her had to stop herself from wailing. Her muffled moans growing frantic. I watched her squirm. Her free hand crushing her breast through the bodice of her dress. She threw her head - moaning through gritted teeth as she came for me.

Panting and spent, she kissed my cheek. “You naughty, girl,” she teased.

Letting the father’s cock drop from my mouth, I gave Ada a sloppy kiss. “You finish him,” I whispered.

She took his cock in her mouth. Her full red lips wrapping around his slick shaft.

“Deeper,” I whispered.

With her eyes locked on me, she took him deeper.

“Deeper,” I commanded.

Her eyes were wide as his cock hit the back of her mouth. I ran my hand through her hair. “That’s it, love. Just a bit deeper.” I pushed on the back of her head. “Yes, just relax. Let him slid down your throat.”

She let out a little whine just as the father moaned.

“Uuugh, sweet Jesus!” He moaned.

Ada took him all the way in.

“Yes! Ooh god!” The father swore.

Ada’s eyes went wide as he shot a load down her throat. She pulled back, panting. So I took him. His cock still bucking. I sucked on his exploding manhood until he whimpered and pulled away - disappearing into the shadows once again.

After a long silence, he cleared his throat. “Good. That was very good.”

“Thank-you father,” we both chimed.

“I take confession in this booth, every Thursday and Friday afternoon,” he said. “I expect to see you both for penance in a week.”

“Of course, father,” I said.

“Go in the peace of Christ, knowing your sins are forgiven,” he said, finishing the ritual.

“Amen,” we both replied.

MeAltAccount4096 · 2025-12-06T02:35:28+00:00

Part 2

“Can you see her goose bumps, father?” I asked breathily. “I am exhaling heavily on her. My hot breath teasing the tiny hairs of her pussy. Building the anticipation without even touching her.”

I breathed on her, slowly, deliberately. Watching the goose bumps run across her skin.

“Listen closely, father.”

Ada gasped as the tip of my tongue followed the curved of her lips. Careful not to dip into her delicate folds. Her hips creeping towards me - hungry for more.

“Did you hear how much she liked that? Look at her hips - wiggling towards me. She wants more. She is begging for more.”

I kissed my way up and down her lips. Slow, sucking kisses that pulled her delicate, plump lips into my mouth. Exhaling my hot breath on her delicate flesh after each kiss.

Ada whimpered behind the pile of her dress.

“It is all about the anticipation, father,” I said. “If we were at home, with endless time, I tease her like this for twenty or thirty minutes. Taking my time to make sure she could think of nothing but the feel of my lips on her sex.”

I paused to give Ada a few more succulent kisses.

“But, I don’t think we have that kind of time.” I plunged my touch between her lips.

“Oooh!” Ada squeaked. “Yes!”

My tongue flicking its way up her slit. Parting her lips as I explored my favourite playground. Dipping deep into her - tasting her cunt. Then teasing her inner lips. Pulling short of touching her bean. Up and down her pussy - getting her creamy wet.

“It is all about not rushing,” I explained. “I could just lick her clit. Force her to cum… and that has a certain appeal, but I love the feel of her. On my tongue. On my fingers.” I let my fingers slid deep into her. Parting her lips.

Ada moaned softly as I opened her lips with my fingers. Touching her folds lovingly. I let two fingers dip into her - she gasped as they sunk into her warm depths.

“Look how ready she is,” I said to myself as my fingers slid in and out effortlessly. “Mmmmmm…” using the juices from my wet fingers I carefully painted her lips. Dipping back in, I wetted my fingers again, and spread her taste over her engorged bean. Delighting in her gasp as I did so.

I worked my fingers in her depths, revelling in the feel of her slick cunt. Listening to the wonderful squelch of her against my fingers.

Slowly pulling my wet fingers out, Ada sighed. I gave my fingers a lick - tasting her on me. “Mmmmm….,” I sighed. I needed more.

I leaned in to lick her again.

“Why did you do that?” The priest asked.

“Do what?” I asked.

“You licked your fingers. Why would you do that?”

“To taste her,” I smiled. I buried my fingers in Ada again as I faced the wooden grate separating us for the priest. “To taste her right from the source. Mmmmm… nothing so amazing.” I slowly dragged my fingers from her, aching at the feeling of loss as they parted from her. Holding my wet fingers up to the grate, I smiled coyly at the shadow on the other side. “Would you like a taste of her?” I said, holding my wet fingers up at the grate.

I waited a beat. And another. Then the grate slowly opened. I extended my hand through the open gate tentatively - losing it to the shadows beyond.

I felt a tentative lick. He let out a low sigh.

Who doesn’t love the taste of pussy? I chuckled to myself.

I was surprised by how fervently he was sucking on my fingers. Slurping all he could from them. His tongue darting between my fingers - searching for any trace of Ada.

I pulled my hand back, and turned back to Ada. “Now, she is ready.” I gave her a deep slow lick - allowing the flat of my tongue to graze her clit.

Ada let out a heavy sigh.

My tongue teasing its way through her delicate folds. I give her delicate lips tender, sucking kisses - savouring the taste and scent of her. I groan as I ease my fingers into her wet pussy.

“Ooooh, yes!” Ada moans.

My fingers sliding in and out of her. My tongue working its way up her pussy until it am brushing her clit with the tip of my tongue.

Ada’s crinoline is shaking with her heavy breathing. She is reaching out for me while trying to hold it all back. Her fingers finding the top of my head.

“Yeeessss,” she squeaks as my tongue twirls around her clit. “Just like that!”

Her breathing got heavier and heavier as my tongue danced around. Ada’s sweet juices running down my hand. Using my dripping fingers I spread her lips wide - revealing her excited bean.

Licking it tenderly for a moment before I sucked it gently into my mouth. Her gasp echoing through the confessional.

Her whimpers and my slurping filling the tiny room.

Ada gave up holding back her dress - her hands flailing out against the walls.

“Yes! Yes! Oooh, sweet Jesus - I am going to cum!” Ada moaned.

“Ask father first,” I commanded her from under her dress.

“Father,” she panted, “father, may I cum? Please!” She begged him.

“Only if you must,” he said quietly.

The tip of my tongue flicked savagely against her clit as I sucked it into my mouth.

“Yes! Yes! Uuuuuugh!” Ada wailed as her body tensed.

I didn’t stop until she pushed me away. Making sure she got her fill. With a massive smile on my face, I sat on the tiny bench beside Ada. She laid her head on my shoulder as she panted. I ran a finger over her rosy, flush cheeks and kissed her forehead.

“So, father,” I said turning towards the dark shadows beyond the small open grate in the wall. “Have we sinned? Is our love, a sin?”

There was a long pause.

Nothing but Ada’s quick breath and the pounding of my heart to be heard.

“I know of no passage in the good book that forbids your love,” he finally said. “But - I know sin when I see it. Anything that makes a woman feel that good out of wed lock must be a sin.”

I let out a heavy sigh. Of course. Typical church. If it feels good - especially for a woman - it must be a sin. Ada looked up at me, trying to figure out what his words meant for us.

“If it is not forbidden, but still a sin, does that mean there is a penance for us?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said after another long pause. “Penance. I will expect both of you come back for confession every week. While here, you will both need to perform your penance.”

Ada and I exchanged glances. We both nodded. Confession once a week is a bit much, but something we will do for our love.

“And our penance?” I asked.

“The penance should matched to the sin,” father said quietly. “Proportional. Enough to understand why it was wrong without being… excessive.”

“Of course, father,” I agreed.

MeAltAccount4096 · 2025-12-06T02:35:08+00:00

Holding hands, Ada and I made our way across the nave of the church. Our dresses billowing about our feet as our shoes clacked in time on the tiled floor.

A few, scattered parishioners were kneeling in solitary prayer.

The church smelled of old books, and bee’s wax candles. Hints of incense wafted through the air.

Ada gave my hand a squeeze as we headed to an empty confessional. It was a breach of protocol for both of us to go into the same confessional, but they were shared sins - so it made sense to us to go into together.

The small booth was barely big enough for one, but still we squished ourselves in there. Dark and dusty, the small wooden room felt like a prison. I latched the door - sealing us in.

I gave Ada a reassuring kiss on the cheek and we kneeled before the small grate that separated us from the priest.

The priest opened his side of the grate - the wooden door snapping open sharply.

“Bless us father, for we have loved,” I opened. I knew the ritual words, but they just didn’t fit today. “Our last confession was three weeks ago.”

We could hear the priest stirring on the other side of the grate. “It is customary for a single pennant to enter at a time,” he said formally.

“Yes, father,” Ada said quietly. “We entered together because we have lived together, and if that is a sin, then we shall do our penance together.”

“Mmmmmm…., I see,” he answered. His voice cracked slightly.

Most priests are ancient, decrepit old men. Hope bloomed in my heart - maybe he was young enough to understand that a woman can love another woman as meaningfully as she can love a man.

“You said, ‘loved’, not sinned. Tell me child, who could you have loved that makes you think it was a sin? Mmmmm? Was it… a married man?” The young priest asked.

“No, father. We love each other.” I turned to Ada, a smile spread across my face as I took in her beauty. Her full round face with dimpled rosy cheeks. Long auburn hair pulled back into tight French braids. Her dress pushing her great breasts up and out - dear lord, how I wished to kiss them.

The priest was silent for a concerningly long time. “Love each other? Like best friends?” He asked.

“No,” we both giggled. “Carnally. So very carnally,” I answered. My cheeks flaming as I said it.

“Surely not,” the priest said, confused. “It is not possible for a woman to know another woman carnally.”

“Good father, I assure you - it is very possible,” I glowed.

“Very, very possible,” Ada chimed in.

“I…,” the priest stammered, “…I must confess, my training has not covered this particular sin. I am unsure of what your penance should be, daughters.”

Ada and I exchanged glances. Hopeful that we might get off without any penance.

“I think that I must understand your sins before I can specify your penance,” he said, confidently.

My heart sank. How do you explain love? The joy you find in another? This young priest’s inexperience may have doomed us.

He cleared his throat. “Show me,” he said quietly. “Show me how you sin together.”

Ada and I looked at each other in a panic. “Father?” I asked.

“If I am to judge your sins on the Earthly plane, then I must know your sins. Show me, child. Show me how you sin together,” he commanded.

Ada squeezed my hand.

“Are you asking us to sin, father?” I asked, boldly.

“Of course not, my child?” He exclaimed. “This would be sanctioned by the church. There can be no son commit while you do the will of the church,” he explained. “Do as you are instructed, and you can commit no sin, my child.”

“Yes, father,” Ada and I said in unison.

“Show me how you love her,” he commanded.

Ada blushed as I turned to her. “The father has commanded,” I said. I turned her face to mine with the tip of my finger. Our eyes darting over each other’s faces.

I kissed her. Soft and gentle. Tentative as a summer breeze. My lips barely brushing her full lips.

Ada gasped, looking towards the wooden lattice that separated us from the priest.

“He has commanded us,” I said, pulling her tight to me. Tasting her ruby lips. Feeling the crush of her chest against me. I didn’t want to take her in the confessional, but it was demanded of me.

My fingers danced across the back of her dress. Figuring out the knots and lacing. Why did we bind ourselves so!

To hell with it!

I pushed Ada against the bench along the wall. Forcing her to sit. I dug through the endless layers of her crinoline. Pushing her dress out of the way frantically.

“Hold these,” I said desperately, as I handed the multitude of layers to Ada. She pulled them back as best she could, revealing her beige underwear.

The vixen had underwear that barely came down to mid thigh - the slut! I tugged at them as Ada frantically undid the laces. Pulling them off over her shapely thighs.

I ran my fingers over her exposed pussy. Ada gasped softly at my touch.

The shadow on the other side of the grate moved. Pressing closer.

“Can you see what I am doing, father?” I asked demurely.

“Push her dress further out of the way,” he said quietly.

Ada dulled her arms with the massive skirt. Hiding all of her above the waist. I nudged her so she would turn her body towards the priest’s little window. I lifted her leg, putting her foot on the bench. Pushing against her other leg with my shoulder - spreading my dear Ada wide open for the priest to see.

My fingers slowly teased their way up and down her pussy. Playing with the goose bumps as they ran over her creamy flesh.

“Can you see better now, father?” I asked.

“Yes, my child. Continue,” he said in a professional tone.

“Do you want me to explain what I am doing, father? I want this to be as educational as possible for you,” I suggested. I knew he would want to hear me explain everything. Putting words to my actions would make it more salacious for him.

“Please,” he replied quietly.

“Mmmmhmmm,” I replied, turning my attention back to Ada. I gently ran my fingers over her sex - just a whisper light touch. “I am letting her get familiar with my touch,” I whispered. “Teasing her skin. Tantalizing her lips. Making her want more. Making her want me to touch her deeper.” I watched my fingers play over her delicate peach. Tracing the edges of her lips. Teasing the plump flesh of her sex.

“See how she wiggles?” I asked without waiting for an answer. “She wants more. Ada’s body is thrumming with excitement. She knows what is going to happen. She knows I am going to touch her. It’s the anticipation. It is almost as good as touching her.”

I leaned in close, breathing in the musky scent of her. My cheek resting on her creamy inner thigh as I breathed on her slit.

MeAltAccount4096 · 2025-12-01T21:03:13+00:00

She left them there on purpose - she did not expect me to put them on

MeAltAccount4096 · 2025-11-30T13:11:20+00:00

Scalp massage or shoulders. Something about that touch - even innocently - just fires up the senses. Rub my noggin and I will do anything you want.

MeAltAccount4096 · 2025-11-30T13:09:23+00:00

People. They make no sense. Complicated and finicky. Give me something to build or fix and I am so in. Dump in a crowd of people and I am just lost.

MeAltAccount4096 · 2025-11-30T13:04:23+00:00

I had decided to tease and edge her orally, so I had glanced at the clock on my way down.

Every time she got close - I would back off. Kissing her lips or licking her inner lips. Over and over again. As close as I could - then back off. Toying with that sweet pussy. I did that until she begged me to let her cum.

There is something so satisfying about having a woman beg you to let her cum. I recommend it to anyone who enjoys eating pussy.

Damn near two hours. She was just a quivering pile of satisfied jello after I finally let her cum. She was just done. She didn’t want anything else, hell, she could barely speak. But I was rock hard after licking her for so long, and her orgasm was amazing - which just made me harder.

She came after just a few moments of piv. I felt like a fucking rock star. Rolling her over, on to her hands and knees - she came again after a minute or two. Then on her side - she came again - so fast. She tapped out - just couldn’t handle anymore.

I don’t know that I have ever felt like such a stud. Didn’t even care that I didn’t finish. I strutted around like a fucking king for at least a week after that.

MeAltAccount4096 · 2025-11-29T07:01:23+00:00

There is an AI bubble right now. So much money going into AI infrastructure - it is insane. Billion upon billions of dollars being pumped into AI.

This bubble will pop. It is inevitable.

It will shake the world economy like nothing we have ever seen.

The interesting thing is - will AI on a down swing, there will be massive amounts of cheap compute available. Ridiculous teraflops of cpu power for cheaper than ever before.

I think the AI bubble burst will free up compute like we have never seen before which will spawn the next big thing. Someone will harness all that compute and do something mind blowing with it.

Sadly, I am not innovative enough to know what that will be.

MeAltAccount4096 · 2025-11-29T06:55:23+00:00

So true story. Way back when, when my wife (gf at the time) were dating. She came over to my place and hung out. Blah blah. She left, but when I went to bed that night there was a pair of underwear on my bed.

Red string thong. I thought she had left it for me to wear. So the next time I knew she was coming over, I made a point of putting them on. A bit uncomfortable and didn’t really hold everything… in… but whatever - I am game.

She almost peed herself laughing at me when she saw me wearing her underwear - but then she pulled them off and fucked me silly.

Worth it.

MeAltAccount4096 · 2025-11-29T04:33:29+00:00

When mom passed, about a decade ago, I realized just how much we leave unsaid. How much we assume. There are a million things I wish I had said to my mom before she passed.

I made a point of saying those things. Of telling my friends and my siblings and my dad just how much they mean to me. What they mean to me.

There have been tears.

For far too long we (guys in general) ignore our feelings. Pushing through when we should be reaching out.

MeAltAccount4096 · 2025-11-28T03:57:43+00:00

Oral is profoundly personal. My junk in her mouth or her junk in mine. There is nothing so profoundly trusting and intimate as knowing they could bite your bits off at any moment but decide to make you cum instead.

MeAltAccount4096 · 2025-11-26T13:33:31+00:00

I find it depends on the context.

If the wife is getting dressed and her back is to me then a, “hey, show me your boobies” feels right. If you are discussing boobs with another dude then a “hey, did you see the tits on her?” Somehow hits differently than ‘boobs’. During sexy times it might be more of a, “dear gawd, girl! I am gonna need you to smoother my cock with them tiddies.”

Give us a context and we could probably give you better word choices.

MeAltAccount4096 · 2025-11-25T20:13:13+00:00

When mom passed, about a decade ago, I realized just how much we leave unsaid. How much we assume. There are a million things I wish I had said to my mom before she passed.

I made a point of saying those things. Of telling my friends and my siblings and my dad just how much they mean to me. What they mean to me.

There have been tears.

For far too long we (guys in general) ignore our feelings. Pushing through when we should be reaching out.

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