A Different Direction

A Different Direction

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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A middle aged man has his voyeuristic fantasy fulfilled when his lover agrees to pose nude for "an erotic artistic project." Spencer watches and becomes aroused as five advanced photography students take intimate and erotic photos of his lover Caron. After the first half hour of shooting, however, Spencer and Caron are surprised when the project's director, Brad, makes an unusual request

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A middle aged man has his voyeuristic fantasy fulfilled when his lover agrees to pose nude for "an erotic artistic project." Spencer watches and becomes aroused as five advanced photography students take intimate and erotic photos of his lover Caron. After the first half hour of shooting, however, Spencer and Caron are surprised when the project's director, Brad, makes an unusual request

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Submitted: May 20, 2015

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~~A  Different Direction
By
Pharoah45

 The Craig’s List ad caught my eye. Listed in the category, “Creative Gigs” it advertised for a mature female model with a “sense of adventure” that was willing to pose nude for an “erotic artistic project.” The ad requested that at least two photos be submitted with the online application, one of which was to be a nude or semi-nude body shot. The modeling fee for this project was $100 for a half hour of posing with an option to pose for an additional half hour at the same rate. 
 Letting my imagination wander, I thought that this would be a perfect project for my friend Caron.  Caron has been my companion and lover for the past four years. She had been divorced for five years when we made contact on an internet dating site. When we met for coffee, I was instantly smitten by her infectious energy, enthusiasm, and unbridled optimism. Her upbeat personality was an antidote to my own often cynical and jaded outlook. It was not difficult to understand why she had been a beloved and idolized elementary school teacher in our community. It was immediately apparent that as educators and fitness enthusiasts, we shared much in common. Retired from teaching, she now directs her considerable energies working as a captain for a successful local catering company and occupying the stoker’s seat on my tandem bike. At aged 58, Caron is often mistaken for a woman fifteen years younger.  She is, to put it politely, well preserved. At 5’7” and 122 pounds she has an alluring figure that still turns heads when she enters a room and invites flirtatious overtures from catering clients. Her rounded and shapely breasts have maintained their “perky” appearance over the years to the point where she can still go braless if the has the fancy to do so.  Her slender body features soft rounded hips, a flat stomach and legs that are shapely and nicely proportioned. Acutely conscious of these beautiful gams, she often takes care to showcase them by favoring tight jeans worn with calf-length black boots. 
 Since Caron is relatively reserved, I thought it unlikely that she would share my enthusiasm for participating in an “erotic, artistic project.” This, indeed, proved to be the case as my initial gentle probes into the matter were met with rejection. “You’ve got to be kidding me” she exclaimed. “Why in the world do you think I would get naked and pose for some ogling stranger?” Despite these initial expressions of rejection, I persisted. Two days later, I sensed that I might elicit a more encouraging response if her mood was artificially elevated; I decided to raise the issue after we had both shared a bottle of Pinot .  I re-packaged my proposal and presented it as a challenge. “Well, I can understand your reluctance to pose. After all, younger women would be applying for this gig and you would have some strong competition.”  Apparently, this appeal to her pride and competitive instincts accomplished the mission. She took the bait and agreed to apply for the modeling gig with a caveat. “OK. I’ll do it. But it’s going to cost you, buddy. If you want me to do this badly enough, I’m sure you wouldn’t mind splitting for my share of the Ireland trip.” I gulped hard and responded, “Ouch. OK I’ll pick up your expenses for the trip.” Although this venture was becoming increasingly costly, I readily agreed to this deal and was ecstatic and sexually charged with the thought that Caron would pose nude for another guy! While she had done some informal boudoir shoots for me clad in a sheer negligee and various tank top and panties combinations, she retained a profound sense of modesty and agreeing to the photo shoot was really stretching her comfort level. 
 Our next step was to reply to the ad. I had several “head shots” in my collection so I selected one that highlighted Caron’s penetrating close set blue eyes, turned up nose, strong, angular jaw line, pearly white teeth and thick, lustrous blond hair.  Disdaining make-up, she possessed a radiant and unadorned natural beauty. She’s the most totally charismatic woman that I’ve ever known. I wanted two simple body shots that would show- case Caron’s exquisite figure without being overtly erotic. So I took full-frontal and body profile shots of Caron clad in pink cotton bikini panties and white bra. The photos successfully highlighted her nicely proportioned, ample breasts and athletic legs. Upload. Send. Wait for a response. Our application process was complete.
 Within 24-hours, “Brad” responded that her authentically, wholesome demeanor was exactly what he was looking for in a model.  As I expected, he went out of his way to enthusiastically comment on her figure. “Your friend has taken good care of herself. I don’t see breasts and legs like that very often.” He then went on to more fully explain the nature of his project. He said that five different photographers of both genders would be shooting, each from a different perspective and that the photos would ultimately be displayed in a multi-media collage of some sort. As stated in the ad, the shoot would last one hour assuming that Caron was not uncomfortable with the arrangements. Brad vaguely alluded to the shoot “taking a different direction” after a short break, but was not specific about what that direction might be. He did assure us that Caron was free to discontinue participation in the shooting at any time if she felt uncomfortable. Brad also mentioned that Caron would need to sign a release at the time of the shooting session. We agreed to the conditions as stated and after an exchange of emails, we were given Brad’s cell number and a date, time and place for the photo shoot.
 Three anxious days after our email exchange, we agreed to meet Brad and the other photographers at the location provided. Brad had given us the address of the former site of an abandoned elementary school. “McKeever Elementary.  I taught here for two years” Caron mentioned as we walked up to the front door. Our instructions stated that we were to meet in room 314B. This room had been a miniature theater and several folding chairs were positioned on risers that surrounded a well-lit platform stage. The perspective from the top riser afforded an aerial view of the photographic subject. The only objects seen on stage were a strategically positioned black reclining couch and an elevated brown velvet stool. Various types of photographic equipment and backdrops were spaced sporadically around and behind the stage as well. It was amusing to imagine that five years ago budding young thespians had presented their plays on this very platform. I’m sure they had never seen a performance like the one that would shortly be rendered!
 A slightly built 30- something nebbish with owlish black framed glasses and a dark brown pony tail greeted us at the door. “Hi. You must be Caron and Spencer. Glad to meet you. I’m Brad” he mumbled at a barely audible level. “Thanks for working with us on this project. We really appreciate it. Finding the right models is challenging.” We exchanged pleasantries and quickly got down to business. Brad presented us with the release forms which we quickly read, agreed to and signed. I asked Brad if it would be OK for me to sit in on the photographic session and he enthusiastically nodded his assent. Per instructions, Caron brought a short white terry cloth robe to wear when not being actively photographed.  Brad led Caron to a small backstage dressing area behind some black curtains where she was to undress and put the robe on.
 As Caron prepared for her modeling debut, I surveyed the room to take stock of the photographers who were all advanced photography students at a local community college. They were making adjustments to their expensive Canons and Nikons and engaged in muted conversation. It was an eclectic group with two women (both in their early 20s) and three men. The two young women, clad in short jeans and tank tops, chatted amiably with each other as they fiddled with their cameras. Two mid 30ish men, dressed in jeans and hoodies, were manipulating zoom lenses and engaging in photography techno-babble. A paunchy middle aged guy dressed in khakis and a gold shirt was staring blankly in the general direction of the stage area.  It was mildly unnerving, but undeniably exciting, to think about these strangers inspecting and photographing my nude lover.
 Ten minutes later, Caron emerged from the dressing room clad in her mid- thigh length terry cloth robe which had been loosely tied at the waist. The carelessly secured robe allowed for an enticing view of Caron’s round breasts. All conversation ceased as the five photographers assumed standing and kneeling positions fewer than five feet from their model and awaited Brad’s instructions on the desired poses.Responding to a non-verbal cue, Caron untied the robe and carefully placed it on a folding chair that had been positioned stage left. She was standing fully nude with her right hand resting gently on the head of the couch, her right leg slightly bent. Each of the five photographers was focused intently on the alluring naked woman standing before them. My heart was pounding and I sensed blood rush to my partially erect penis.  Four of the photographers abruptly positioned their cameras and awaited instructions to begin shooting. The middle aged guy, however, appeared a bit anxious and unsettled. Holding his Cannon in his left hand, he was staring intently at Caron shifting his gaze between her breasts and vaginal area. His mind didn’t appear to be on the photography assignment.
 I couldn’t blame him. Caron looked absolutely stunning. Her 34C breasts looked magnificent; pleasingly erect and sprightly. Brad had advised Caron to apply some pinkish cream to her areolas. He explained that it would enhance the color contrast between her skin and nipple area. The cream worked well, highlighting Caron’s small, perfectly rounded areolas and erect nipples. I was watching Caron about six feet away, stage right. This perspective allowed me to view her body in three-quarters profile, perfect for appreciating the symmetrical curves of her breasts and shapely, sculpted and toned legs. I couldn’t resist glancing at her pubic bush. Brad had mentioned that she might want to consider waxing her groin area. As this would have been inconsistent with the natural appearance that she cultivated, Caron rejected this suggestion and retained her small, blond pubic triangle. It did nothing to detract from the alluring appearance of the lovely mature woman standing on the stage.
 As the stage director of this erotic production, Brad commenced issuing brief, pointed instructions on the poses he wanted Caron to assume. He began the shooting by calling on Caron to assume various standing and kneeling positions and began issuing pointed instructions.
“Bend your right knee slightly. Raise and turn your head for a profile shot. Put your hands on hips, please. Spread your legs slightly.” 
The five photographers were now all actively engaged in shooting their comely model. They moved about briskly, frequently changing their angles and proximity to Caron as they photographed their nude subject.  Next, Caron was directed to sit on the velvet stool.
“OK Caron, cross your arms over your chest. Now make a hand bra. Caron was confused by this command, never having heard this term before. “Hand bra? What’s that?” she asked. “Oh, sorry” Brad responded. I’m asking you to cup your breasts with your hands.” Caron assumed this new pose as requested. Now clasp your hands behind your head.  Cross your legs at the ankles. Spread your legs and put your hands on your knees. Raise your hands over your head.”
 As she executed this last command, I noticed that her breasts jiggled slightly. She looked totally sexy. Legs were demurely crossed and then spread slightly open. Watching this was an incredible turn-on. I closely examined Caron’s face to detect signs of anxiety or discomfort, but she displayed neither. She was obviously comfortable and totally enjoying the experience. Her facial expressions changed with each instruction to take a different pose; subtle smiles, blank, non-expressive, pouty. After ten minutes of shooting, Caron was given two minutes or so to take a stretch break. As she donned her white robe, she walked over to the two women, Carrie and Deanna, to introduce herself and make small talk. 
The last ten minutes of the session were spent photographing reclining poses. They became progressively more erotic as the shooting continued. Initially Caron was instructed to assume a variety of positions while lying on her back with legs closed and eventually with her legs open. These were followed by poses of Caron resting on her left side. So far, the positions assumed all called for Caron to face the cameras. The last series of shots required her to lie on her stomach to be photographed from the rear. During these shots, the photographers were summoned to the stage and directed to shoot intimate close ups of Caron’s backside. One of the shots required her to raise her right knee to a 45 degree angle. As she moved to assume this pose, I could see from my vantage point standing on the second riser facing the stage that the puffy lips of her vagina were noticeably visible to the assembled photographers. This observation produced an intense erection on my part. I happened to notice that middle-aged Mr. Polo shirt lost his composure as well as he lowered his camera and leered at Caron’s exposed pussy.
 These series of shots concluded the first half of the photo shoot. Caron winked at me and we both retired to her small dressing area.
“So, what do you think so far?” I inquired. “Well, I hate to admit it” Caron responded, “but it’s kind of fun. At first I was really nervous, but all those instructions for posing really focus the mind. The middle-aged guy, though, is creepy. I catch him occasionally with his camera down just staring at my breasts and vagina.” “Well, in a few minutes we’ll be going ‘in a different direction” I whispered. 
 “Caron, are you ready to go?” Brad inquired as he stood outside the curtains that marked our dressing room. “Be right out, Brad,” Caron responded as she slid on her robe, secured the sash around her waist and emerged from the dressing area. As Caron walked toward the photographers assembled around the stage, she was greeted by an unexpected surprise. The second session was to include another model who would be posing with her. His name was Enrique, a 35 year old Hispanic massage therapist. Although he had also donned a robe, it was obvious that he was one masculine hunk. He stood about 5’10’ and sculpted calf and thigh muscles were visible under his short robe. He wore his black hair cropped short and his face was pleasingly angular. His dark eyes were penetrating and intense. Caron stopped dead in her tracks and her face visibly reddened when she saw him. She turned abruptly to face Brad and sputtered “Is this what you meant by ‘a new direction’?” Brad lowered his head and responded, “Yeah, I know this is a bit of a shock and I apologize for springing this surprise on you. But I was hopeful that you would be sufficiently comfortable with the project by now and might be willing to take this additional step. Remember, you’re free to  split anytime you feel that you’re not OK with what we’re doing here.” The anger had dissipated from Caron’s voice and she responded in an unemotional and clinical tone, “Spencer and I need a few minutes to talk this over.” Brad appeared relieved that she hadn’t immediately fled the building and replied, “OK. Take your time, but I’m really hopeful that you’ll stick with the project.”
 Caron and I retreated once again to her small makeshift dressing room. “Brad’s thrown us a curveball here. What should we do?” I queried. “My head tells me to run to the nearest exit and get out of here ASAP”, Caron responded. “But…” “But what” I asked. “But my sense of curiosity has been aroused and I feel that I at least need to know where this is going.” Are you sure that something other than your curiosity is aroused?” I skeptically inquired. “OK, I’ll admit that he’s an attractive guy, but I’m also confident that I can handle anything that’s thrown at me. Believe it or not, I want to see this through.” I exhaled deeply and sighed. “This is certainly a role reversal. I’m the one who seduced you to participate in this venture and now I’m the one who is having second thoughts.”
 Inwardly I was conflicted. I often entertained fantasies of watching Caron appear nude or partially undressed in the presence of other men and I was turned on when she would tell me about experiences in which other men hit on her or would track her movements when walked by them clad in her black one-piece bathing suit. But this was different. This transcended fantasy. My lover and companion and an anonymous Hispanic stud muffin were going to be posing for nude photos together. I felt simultaneously sexually charged and threatened.
 “If you’re OK with it, let’s do it” I blurted spontaneously. “But we need to insist on signing an amended release form that sets some ground rules for what goes on.” Caron conceded that physical touching would be necessary, but that intimate contact of any kind was unacceptable. I agreed. We decided to voice these reservations to Brad before allowing shooting to proceed.
 Having established some minimal rules of engagement, Caron and I exited the dressing area and returned to the stage. Brad was visibly relieved to see us. “I see you’re back,” he said conceding the obvious. “What’s the verdict?” he tentatively asked. “I’m in, Caron responded in a strong voice that projected more confidence than she probably felt. Brad breathed an audible sigh of relief. “Great! Let’s get started then,” “Not so fast”, Caron interjected. “We want to sign an amended release form; one that places limits on the physical contact permitted.” “I understand your concerns, Caron. I have an appropriate form that addresses them.” Brad retreated to the back of 314B and returned with a briefcase, from which he extracted a piece of paper that he handed her. “I’ve done many different kinds of photography and I like to come prepared with all legal CYA documents that the lawyers recommend. I think this one addresses your concerns.” Caron, who is a speed reader, surveyed the document as I looked over her shoulder. I was able to discern key phrases such as “superficial physical contact is inevitable and permitted” and “no digital or penile penetration is permissible.” Also the document clarified that “no physical pain may be inflicted” and most importantly. “The photographic subjects are permitted to discontinue participation in this project at any time.” Caron and I briefly consulted and agreed that this form adequately addressed our concerns. “Let’s get started then!” Brad exulted.
 As Caron climbed on stage to begin shooting, we both noticed a change in the set. The stool and reclining couch had been removed and replaced with a king -sized brass four-poster bed with soft pink sheets and matching pillows. Arranged on small folding table that had been set up stage left, were a variety of items commonly associated with mild B&D. These included silk scarves, ropes, handcuffs and a leather flogger. I could see Caron involuntarily blush as she took stock of these props.
 Enrique, clad in his blue robe, was standing patiently at the head of the bed. Brad led Caron over to him and curtly introduced the models. “Caron, this is Enrique, Enrique, this is Caron. You’ll be working together during this last segment of the shoot.” Enrique nodded and smiled politely. Caron boldly offered her right hand which Enrique lightly grasped. “Nice to meet you, Enrique.” “Likewise, Caron. It looks like we’re about to share an adventure.”
 Brad briefly huddled with the two models and explained the logistics of the first phase of the shoot. At Brad’s simple command, “let’s go”, the models retreated to opposite sides of the stage and removed their robes. I wryly smiled at the thought that they reminded me of two fighters who were about to meet in the center of the ring, bump gloves, and begin pummeling one another. This thought was short-circuited however, when I glanced at the undraped Hispanic stud. He was a classic mesomorph, with a narrow waist, washboard abs, rippling chest muscles, bulging biceps and graceful, well defined thighs. It was obvious that when he wasn’t practicing his massage skills, he was putting in quality time in the gym and weight room. Curly black hair graced the appropriate places on this body and his thick 5” flaccid penis emerged gracefully from a forest of black hair in his groin region. I was simply awed by this prime specimen of humanity.
 I could see Caron’s eyes widen and her mouth drop slightly when she locked eyes with her male counter-part. Enrique smiled shyly as he studied my nude lover. I have to admit, they made a stunning and physically imposing couple.
 The first series of shots called for the two models to assume synchronized balletic poses that required them to stand within inches of one another. Arms extended, legs flexed, and heads turned upward. It was aesthetically magnificent and breathtakingly beautiful! Transfixed by the sublime spectacle, Carrie and Deanna, the two female photographers, dropped their cameras and could only stare, mouths agape, at this human ballet. It was a stirring illustration that nothing beats the nude human form in terms of natural, graceful beauty. The last pose required that Enrique and Caron face one another with Enrique leaning forward with his right leg extended and Caron bent sharply back. During this pose, it was obvious that Enrique’s chest was pressed against Caron’s breasts. Contact was also evident in their pelvic areas as Enrique’s penis could be seen brushing against Caron’s soft, blond pubic hair. Both models blushed and Enrique appeared relieved when the shots were concluded. As they separated from this pose, I could see that Enrique, nobly attempting to conceal a partial erection, abruptly turned away from the photographers to face the back of the stage.
 Brad had timed this series of shots to take seven minutes. His disciplined choreography and direction was flawless as the photography was completed within 30 seconds of the time allotted. Caron and Enrique were directed to take a two-minute stretch break and prepare for the grand finale. The remaining props were about to be introduced to the erotic production. I
 Both models were sufficiently comfortable with the shooting by this time that neither bothered to don their robe. Caron stood facing Enrique and they were actively engaged in a whispered conversation that was inaudible to me. Their eyes were locked intently and Caron’s distinctive laugh managed to attract the attention of Brad and the photographers. It was apparent that the models were comfortable with each other. Perhaps too comfortable, I thought.
 Brad had alerted the photographers that the next sequence of shots were to be taken from the tenth riser. The five photographers spread out so that each would shoot from a slightly different vantage point. All lights, save for the bright spotlight focused on the four-poster bed, had been extinguished. Enrique and Caron made their way to the remaining prop and awaited Brad’s instructions.
 “This series of shots will focus on Caron and Enrique locked in a spooning position on the bed with Caron facing center stage and Enrique lying behind her. Enrique, you will position your arms around Caron and put your hands over her breasts”.
 Caron mounted the bed and immediately curled into a semi-fetal position on her right side. Enrique settled into the same position behind Caron, wrapped his arms around her and gently cupped her breasts.  They remained in this intimate pose as the photographers went about their work. I chose to stand on the first riser closest to the stage. From my position I could see that Caron’s eyes were closed with her mouth slightly open and I was certain that I could hear her moan softly. After this series of shots was concluded, Enrique withdrew from the spooning position and quickly took pains to cover his groin area with both hands. It was clear that he was doing his best to conceal his erection. Caron’s skin was flushed and I could see beads of perspiration on her upper lip. Brad allowed a minute or two for the models to regain their composure before beginning the second series of shots.
 In preparation for the next sequence of photographs, Caron was instructed to lie on the bed face up with her knees raised and Enrique was directed to straddle Caron’s mid-section and simulate pinching her nipples. Enrique appeared to be a bit flustered and in this state of excitement exceeded his directions. Caron tried to suppress an involuntary squeal as Enrique had pinched her a tad too hard. I knew that Caron was turned on by the infliction of pain caused by having her nipples pinched and that she was experiencing intense erotic pleasure.
 Once again, I was discomfited by my ambivalent reaction as I watched Caron and Enrique perform these simulated sex acts. I was clearly aroused, but also felt a twinge of jealousy. I had cajoled Caron into posing for the photos and now I was on the verge of being remorseful for having done so. Beware of what you wish for I thought. Frankly I was relieved that the last series of shots would end what was becoming an uncomfortable ordeal.
 The grand finale called for the employment of the remaining props. Caron was directed to flip over onto her stomach and spread her legs. Handcuffs were locked onto her wrists. Caron secured her left hand to the head of the bedpost and I was directed to lock in her right hand. Two scarves wereused to tie her ankles to the rear posts. Enrique secured her left ankle and I her right. This spread-eagle position clearly exposed the engorged lips of Caron’s pussy. She was breathing heavily, almost panting, and highly aroused.  Enrique was told to stand at the foot of the bed with the flogger in his right hand in a raised position. He maintained this posture as the photographers shot away. Finally, Brad melodramatically shouted “cut” and the intense photographic session was concluded.
 I breathed a deep sigh of relief. Brad was ecstatic, “Absolutely, fucking awesome!” he enthused. “Enrique and Caron, you were both fantastic. You did everything I could have hoped for and more!” Indeed, I thought, they certainly did do more than I hoped for.
 Clanking and clattering could be heard as the photographers packed their gear and prepared to depart the setting. Enrique and Caron resumed the conversation they had commenced before the final shoot. Much of it was inaudible, but I was able to pick up on Caron saying, “Maybe I’ll take you up on that” and Enrique responding, “I hope so. There’s no expiration date on my offer.” Oh, my, I thought. What’s this about?
 Enrique and Caron hugged (a bit too long and too passionately in my estimation) as they prepared to part ways. Their reverie was interrupted when Brad summoned us to the table at the back of 314B. “I have a surprise for you Caron. Since the shoot ran a little over on time and you did such an amazing job, I want you to have this.” He then presented her with a check in the amount of $300, which of course was $100 more than the amount we had agreed to. Caron beamed. “Oh, thanks Brad. I really appreciate this! It will come in handy when we go to Ireland next month.”
 Brad hugged Caron and offered me a perfunctory handshake before we made our way back to the dressing area. As we retreated behind the curtain, Caron started dressing and I commenced my interrogation. “What offer did Enrique make?” I blurted. “He offered me a complementary massage,” Caron explained as she stepped into her panties. “Are you going to take him up on it?” I asked. “Maybe,” she said with a teasing smile.  “Well he seems like a nice enough guy. But most importantly I totally trust you,” I said. “Thanks, Spence. That means a lot to me” she whispered with evident sincerity.
 My next question was one that I was reluctant to ask, but I absolutely had to know the answer. “What happened when you were spooning?  Enrique looked absolutely flustered and, I have to say, you looked turned on.” Caron, now buttoning her blouse, dropped her hands and lowered her head as she processed my comments. Her face was visibly flushed. “It was his first modeling gig. He didn’t intend to do it,” she whispered. My heart was pounding in my chest. “Didn’t intend to do what”, I asked breathlessly.  “He got a full erection and partially penetrated me” she offered reluctantly. I was simultaneously aroused and mortified, but, I needed more details. “What do you mean, ‘partially penetrated?” I asked in an accusatory tone of voice. “Spence, please.  Why are you asking these questions? Do you really need to know the nitty-gritty?” she murmured. “Yes, for some masochistic reason, I do” I responded.  “The tip of his penis penetrated the lips of my vagina!” she almost shouted. “Is that enough detail for you, you pervert!”
 We both fell silent, emotionally drained by this exchange. After a minute of awkward silence, Caron tentatively reached for my hand and gasped it tightly. “Let’s go, Spence. We need to pick up the bike at the shop before it closes.”
 Hand-in-hand, we walked slowly to the door of 314B. We each had some mental and emotional processing to do.

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