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“
You
had
a
riding
crop
.
”
He
moves
my
arm
.
“
Really
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
I
am
crimson
.
“
There
’
s
hope
for
you
yet
,
”
he
murmurs
.
“
I
have
several
riding
crops
.
”
“
Brown
plaited
leather
?
”
He
laughs
.
“
No
,
but
I
’
m
sure
I
could
get
one
.
”
Leaning
down
,
he
gives
me
a
brief
kiss
,
then
stands
and
grabs
his
boxers
.
Oh
no
…
he
’
s
going
.
I
glance
quickly
at
the
time
—
it
’
s
only
nine
forty
.
I
scoot
out
of
bed
,
too
,
and
grab
my
sweatpants
and
a
cami
top
,
then
sit
back
on
the
bed
,
cross
-
legged
,
watching
him
.
I
don
’
t
want
him
to
go
.
What
can
I
do
?
“
When
is
your
period
due
?
”
He
interrupts
my
thoughts
.
