The Joy of Looking, Chapter 94

  • Posted on January 20, 2016 at 3:26 pm

By Naughty Mommy

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I woke before anyone else the next morning. Looking at the clock radio on my mother’s bedside table, I saw it was only a little after 7:00. I felt kind of bad about leaving Kate all alone in my bed the night before, so I got up and went back to my own room, sliding in beside my sister and cuddling with her as she snoozed.

The next thing I knew, it was almost 9:00, and the sun was streaming in the window. I’d been awakened by the sound of little girls giggling and jabbering out in the hall. Molly and Riley and Chelsea were up and very noisy.

I took a quick shower, then put on a pair of gym shorts and a thin t-shirt with no panties or bra. For some reason I wanted to feel unencumbered. I trotted downstairs and found the kids in the kitchen, already eating cereal. Mommy and Dana joined us a few minutes later and made coffee for themselves. Kate slept on.

At around 10:30, Paula showed up. She’d walked over to our house, which was about six blocks from hers. Mommy brought her into the kitchen and poured her a cup of coffee. Paula looked surprisingly good. I couldn’t see any signs of a hangover, whatever those might be. She was in a cute sky blue sundress, her blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and makeup nicely applied.

As she leaned against the counter sipping coffee, I tried to picture Paula making love to a woman, maybe that secretary she’d had an affair with. It was pretty easy to imagine. Paula just seemed like the type. Maybe it was the way she was looking at Dana and my mom, with frank sexual interest — and at me too, glancing down at my nipples poking through my t-shirt.

The women chatted for a few minutes, but then Paula told Riley they had to get going. They were supposed to pick up Alexa at her friend’s house. We walked them to the door and waved goodbye. About then, Kate came down, wearing only panties and an oversized UConn basketball jersey that kept slipping off her shoulders.

Mommy gave my sister a big hug and a kiss, asking, “What would you like for breakfast, pumpkin? Shall I make waffles for you? Or bacon and eggs?”

Katie smiled, “No, um, but maybe, could you make some cinnamon toast?”

“Of course I could.” Mommy kissed her on the lips again, then turned to us. “How about you girls? Would you like some cinnamon toast too?”

Dana, Chelsea, Molly, and I all said we would. Our mother makes great cinnamon toast, so buttery and sweet and perfect.

We sat around the kitchen table, enjoying the treat. There were four chairs, so Chelsea was on Dana’s lap. Mommy was standing near us, drinking another cup of coffee.

I asked Molly, “After you guys went to bed last night, did you do anything in the dark with Riley? Like kissing and stuff?”

Chelsea nodded, eyes bright, her mouth full of toast.

Molly said, “Yeah, we did. I like kissing Riley.”

“Me too,” Chelsea added, after swallowing. “I like kissing Riley.”

“So, was there anything else,” I asked, “besides kissing?”

Molly shook her head. “No, not really, just kissing, like at my slumber party. Only this time we were naked.”

“You were naked?” Mommy asked, her eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” Molly grinned. “We slept that way, all three of us. After we got done kissing, we talked for a while too. Riley said she really liked that game, Undercover Spy.”

“What’s Undercover Spy?” Mommy asked.

“Oh, it was a game Kate showed us,” Molly told her, “where you have to try to get the secret formula from the evil scientist and win.”

“It was really fun,” said Chelsea. “I liked it.”

It turned out, in fact, that in the months to come that game Kate invented became a big hit among the 9- and 10-year-old girls in our neighborhood, Molly’s friends. They all wanted to come over and play it with us! I’m not sure if word ever got back to any of their moms (or dads) about the kind of game this was — the first rule being that you had to take off each other’s clothes and do a complete body search — but if it did, no one ever complained about it.

I wouldn’t have minded, of course, if Riley’s mother found out about that. I was kind of hoping that if she did it might encourage her to do more with us, or at least with my mom and Dana. For some reason, I had a sense that Paula wouldn’t be upset about that game and what the little girls were doing with one another, that it would more likely turn her on. And I was right, it definitely did, although it took a few more months for everything to work out the way I wanted.

Eventually, Riley’s mom and Emily’s mom and Lindsey’s mom and a lot of other moms —

But, wait, I’m getting ahead of myself. Before I get to all that stuff, there are some other things I have to tell you about first.

So, okay, let me try to take each thing in order. To start with, Paula didn’t go out dancing with Dana and my mother again for a couple of months after that, even though they invited her a few times. When I asked Mommy why that was, she told me Paula probably was embarrassed about getting so drunk and making all those confessions to them that first time. When they finally did go out, though, that’s when things got really interesting, with Theresa, Emily’s mom, becoming involved too. But we’ll get to all that later.

Toward the end of August, a couple of weeks after our initial game of Undercover Spy, Kate went away to her basketball camp in Kentucky. When she came back after five days, she was full of stories to tell us.

My sister was absolutely thrilled with how much she’d learned during the instruction and practice sessions during the day — but I think she may have had even more fun at night. Take a bunch of high-spirited, athletic girls, 11 or 12 years old, put them alone in a dorm at night and you can just imagine what happens.

Our whole family enjoyed hearing Kate describe her intimate erotic escapades with those hot young girls. We spent several nights listening, masturbating, and then fucking each other like mad as we talked about it.

Then, on a Tuesday evening — August 31st, to be exact, four days after Kate had returned home from camp — we were eating dinner when our mother made an announcement. Dana and Chelsea were there too, as they often were. At least half the time they would have supper with us before going back to their apartment for the night.

What Mommy said was, “Girls, I’ve made some arrangements that you all need to know about.”

Oooh, there was that word. Whenever my mom said something about making ‘arrangements’, it almost always led to an exciting sexual adventure. What would it be this time?

“As you know,” she continued, “Julie’s birthday is coming up soon.”

Yes, it was! On September 7, 2010, I would turn 13 years old. I would be an official teenager!

“For Kate’s birthday, we had that camping trip, or should I say cabin trip, which was a lot of fun,” Mommy said. “And then she got to go away to the basketball camp too, and learn so many new things.”

There were giggles around the table as we caught our mother’s innuendo.

“I’m also making plans for Molly, for her birthday in October. I won’t say anything more specific about that now, except to mention that it will include a lot of horseback riding.”

Molly beamed, bouncing in her seat and clapping, “Yay!”

“And now that I have two more lovely daughters in my family,” Mommy said as she smiled warmly at our ‘sisters’, Dana and Chelsea, “when their birthdays come up in January and in March, I can promise the surprises will be just as special for each of them too.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” Dana blushed. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, darling girl,” Mommy winked. Then she turned to me, taking my hand in hers. “Now, for Julie, for her birthday. I’ve decided it might be nice for the two of us to have a romantic getaway together, something like we did last spring. Not to the Sapphic Retreat this time, but somewhere else.”

My mother gazed into my eyes. I could see how she felt about me. It was a different kind of love than between a normal mom and daughter. She loved me that way too, of course, very much, but she also loved me intimately, as a lover — and not just a sexual partner, either, but a romantic partner, a soulmate.

The strength and depth and heat of my mother’s love made me feel dizzy. I melted inside, swooning in my chair, panties quickly getting damp. She put a hand on my cheek, leaning close to me, and brought her lips to mine. We shared a tender kiss.

“Aww…” Kate and Dana sighed in unison. The younger girls, Molly and Chelsea, giggled with delight.

My sisters knew very well about the special bond Mommy and I had with one another. It wasn’t something we’d planned, it simply happened. They knew we were in love — and they also knew it didn’t mean she loved them any less than she loved me. But there was something additional between us, something unique and transcendent and irreplaceable.

“So, what do you think, Julie?” my mother softly asked as she drew lips away from mine. “Would you like to go away together for a few days, just the two of us, to celebrate your birthday?”

“Yeah, um, yeah,” I nodded, so overcome I could barely speak. “Of course. I’d love it.”

“When we get back,” Mommy told the others, “we’ll have a regular party, with a cake and presents and everything, all right? Julie and I will leave on Friday, come back on Monday, and we’ll have her party on Tuesday night.”

Monday was Labor Day, a holiday. Tuesday was my actual birthday, and then on Wednesday, school would start up again. It was going to be quite a week!

“Where, um…” I cleared my throat, “where are we going?”

“Well, I thought we might go to New York City, maybe see some shows, visit the museums, and also spend a lot of time alone in our hotel room,” she winked.

“New York! Wow! Really?” I had never been to New York City, but I’d wanted to go there for the longest time.

“Yes, really,” Mommy chuckled. “Does that sound all right to you?”

“Oh my god!” I jumped up from my chair and fell all over my mom, squeezing and kissing her again and again.

* * *

That was the most amazing birthday. NYC was exactly as I thought it would be — big and bustling and beautiful, exciting and romantic, even a little scary too, all at once. We rode the subways, walked across the Brooklyn Bridge, had a picnic in Central Park, went to the top of the Empire State Building, saw the Statue of Liberty, visited a couple of fantastic museums, ate in great restaurants, and also saw a Broadway show, Chicago. It was awesome. Everything was awesome!

As we moved around the city together, we were almost always hand in hand or arm in arm, and kissing a lot too. I don’t know if people could tell we were in love — although I don’t see how they could miss it — and I don’t know if they thought it was odd to see a 30-something woman acting that way with a 12-year-old girl. But if they did, nobody said anything about it. Maybe stuff like that, or even stranger stuff, is just normal for New York City.

The nights were glorious. Our hotel room was way high up in a very tall building, with a fabulous view of the skyline, Central Park, and all the twinkling lights. We would leave the curtains wide open and make love nude in front of the world, open to anyone with sharp eyes or a telescope. Mommy and I were putting on our own kind of show, and that was tons of sexy fun.

Of course, it had to come to an end. Four days went by much too quickly, and then we were flying home. I cuddled close to my mom on the plane, loving her, totally in love with her. I was the happiest girl in the universe.

My birthday party with the family was great too. I got so many wonderful presents from everyone, and then as a special treat, Mommy took off all my clothes and laid me on top of the dining table. She had a can of whipped cream, which she sprayed on my pussy. For the next half hour or so, my mom and my sisters all enjoyed their dessert, eating whipped cream and eating my cunt. I lost track of how many times I came.

* * *

Then it was back to school — eighth grade for me, sixth for Kate, fourth for Molly, and second for little Chelsea. Molly and Chelsea were only a year apart in age, but Molly had skipped second grade.

The first day of school is always kind of unnerving, of course, at least it is for me. Even though I’d been attending the same small private school for years and knew just about everyone there, it still made me feel uneasy. But it went just fine, as usual. No problems at all after I got over my first day jitters.

The second day is when something really special happened. That was when I attended one of my new classes for the first time, Art & Design. I had it only two days a week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I’m not sure now why I ever decided to take that class, since I’m really not much of an artist. Maybe I just liked the sound of it. Anyway, I’m sure glad I did!

The teacher was someone new to our school, Ms. Firth, and omigod, she was super sexy. A slim, hazel-eyed brunette with long silky hair that flowed down her back, she wasn’t very tall, around 5’3”, but had the most amazing figure — nice big boobs and a butt I couldn’t take my eyes off of. She was probably in her early forties (42, I later found out), although she definitely looked younger.

On that morning when I first saw my newest teacher, she was wearing a dark brown dress. It was knee-length and had buttons up the front of the bodice, closed all the way to the neck, so I suppose you could say it was modest enough. But the smooth stretchy material hugged her curves, and the fabric belt around the waist accented the woman’s shapeliness. Right away I had the hots for her, and I wasn’t the only one.

Nearly all the boys were ogling Ms. Firth, and some of the girls were as well. One of the girls in particular seemed just as taken with our teacher as I was. This was someone I hadn’t met before, a cute, slender little redhead under five feet tall with the biggest brown eyes you’ve ever seen, and braces too. Her name was Hannah. When the girl was asked to introduce herself to the class and I heard her adorable English accent, my heart started beating right out of my chest.

At lunch that day I made sure to seek out the new girl. I wanted to sit next to her if I could, and get to know her. It was funny, because after I spotted Hannah in the cafeteria, I watched a couple of boys make an effort to sit with her, but she quickly shooed them away. She didn’t seem bashful about doing it, either. I admired her spunk.

I walked with my tray over toward her table. There were a few other kids sitting there, two girls and two boys, but the place next to Hannah was unoccupied.

After making a pretense of looking around, as if uncertain where I wanted to go, I said to her, “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“No, I don’t mind,” the girl smiled.

Actually, that’s incorrect — smiled is the wrong word. She glowed, radiated, sparkled. Hannah has a beautiful wide mouth with full pink lips. When she smiles, it’s like the world is suddenly bathed in the most dazzling white light. As I’m sure you can tell, I was instantly smitten.

We chatted while we ate our lunch, with me trying not to be too obvious about the growing crush I had on this girl, at least not at first. I soon learned that she and her mom (or ‘mum’ as she put it), had moved over recently from the UK. Her mother was divorced, and the dad was still back in England. They were renting a house, which it turned out was only a couple blocks away from ours. Very cool.

Hannah was 13 years old, like I was, and would turn 14 in February. She liked art, costume play, watching cartoons, doing up her long, copper-colored hair in different styles, and… wait for it… she liked girls!!

Yes, it’s amazing, but in only about twenty minutes, during that first conversation, she and I discovered, or revealed, that both of us liked girls, not boys. I told her I’d made the decision for sure about two years earlier, and she said for her it had seemed that way basically forever. Of course, this was at school, and so we couldn’t be obvious about it or anything, but the look she gave me — and that I gave her in return — made it clear that the two of us would become very close friends.

Argh! The damn bell rang then, so we had to go on to our next class which unfortunately we didn’t share. But we agreed to get together after school and talk some more.

When the last period ended, I found Kate and told her I wouldn’t be taking the bus home with her and Molly, that I had to stay late that day and would walk home after a while. The school was about a mile and a half from our house.

“Is it a girl or a teacher?” my sister asked. She could see right through me.

“It’s a girl,” I grinned, blushing. “Her name is Hannah. She’s a redhead, a new girl, did you see her?”

“I don’t know, maybe,” Kate shrugged. “It seems like there’s a lot of new kids this year.”

“Yeah, it does,” I nodded. “Okay, anyway, I’ll be home pretty soon. I won’t be too late.”

As I started to turn away, Kate asked, “Is she cute?”

“Omigod,” I gushed, rolling my eyes and licking my lips.

My sister giggled, then set off toward the bus.

Hannah and I met in a prearranged spot, by a drinking fountain near her locker. As I started saying something about walking home together, she said, “We don’t have to walk. My mum’s picking me up. You can ride with us.”

“Oh. Okay.” I was a little surprised. I’d been hoping she and I would have some time alone together, a chance to talk and get to know each other better while we walked. But perhaps this would work out. It might be interesting, in any case, to meet Hannah’s mother.

We headed out to the parking lot, carrying our backpacks. On the way, I asked if Hannah had any brothers or sisters. She said she didn’t, that she was an only child.

“Except for Lindsey,” she added.

“What do you mean? Who’s Lindsey?”

“She’s — wait, there’s my mum.” Hannah waved, and took my arm, pulling me along the sidewalk.

I noticed a woman with straight dark hair standing by a car, smiling and waving to us. She was curvy, even a little plump, wearing jeans and a tight-fitting scoop-neck sweater. I could tell right away she had nice boobs. We got closer and I saw she wore a lot of makeup, dark eyeliner and red lipstick. Her face was round and pretty, with big brown eyes like her daughter’s. It looked like she was in her early thirties.

“Mum? This is Julie, my new friend. Julie, this is my mum.”

“Hello, Ms. Jones,” I nodded.

The woman held out her hand and I took it. Her grip was warm, her smile bright and welcoming. “Hiya, love, it’s good to make your acquaintance. You can call me Kelsey.”

As Hannah and I climbed into the back seat, I found there was another girl in the car, a tiny blonde sitting in the front passenger seat — and this was someone I thought I knew, one of Molly’s friends from her slumber party. It was that Lindsey!

“Hi! You’re in Molly’s class, aren’t you?” I said to her.

“Uh-huh,” she smiled and nodded, pretty blue eyes twinkling. “Hi, Julie!”

“Oh, you two already know each other?” Kelsey asked. “It’s truly a small world, eh?”

We started home, with Hannah’s mother doing most of the talking at first, asking about our classes and teachers and stuff like that. I still had no idea how Lindsey fit into the picture, but I didn’t ask about it then, figuring I would find out eventually.

After a couple of minutes, Kelsey asked where I lived. I gave her the address, but she didn’t know the street names very well yet and wasn’t sure where that was.

“It’s only two streets over from yours,” I told her. “Really close.”

“You can come to our house first, okay?” Hannah said. “Then we’ll walk over to yours.”

So, that’s what we did. The house they lived in was nice but with only one story, not as big as ours. It was on a street where most of the houses were smaller and older, but it did have three bedrooms. Hannah showed me her room and Lindsey showed me hers too. They lived together, obviously.

I also met Lindsey’s mom, Lauren. I recalled seeing her waving from a car the morning after the slumber party, but I’d never actually met her. Lauren, who was about 30 years old, was short, only 5’1” or so, and slim but with a nice figure. She was very fair skinned with a few freckles on her arms and her small nose. Her hair was sort of dirty blonde, pulled back in a ponytail.

“Would you poppets like something to drink?” Kelsey asked. “Perhaps a few biscuits?”

Biscuits? I wondered. But then I remembered that’s the word British people use for cookies.

“I need to get back to work,” Lauren said. “Julie, say hi to your mother for me, all right?”

“Okay, I will.”

Hannah, Lindsey, and I sat around the kitchen table, enjoying a snack of cookies and milk. Kelsey sat with us, drinking tea. Between the three of them, I gradually learned how they were connected.

Lauren was the first cousin of Kelsey, Hannah’s mom. Apparently Kelsey and Lauren, who were less than a year apart in age, had been very close when they were kids. They were both only children and lived on the same block, so they spent a lot of time together, growing up more like sisters than cousins. But when Lauren was 14, her father, a computer programmer, got a great job offer from a company in the US, and the family moved far away across the ocean.

They stayed in touch, of course, and Kelsey and Lauren saw each other maybe once a year when Lauren’s family flew back to England for visits. Time went by. In her last year of high school, Kelsey got pregnant (I was kind of surprised she told me that, but she did). The father, who soon became her husband, was an auto mechanic, six years older than Kelsey. Three months after the wedding, Hannah was born. The marriage was pretty stormy, with several long separations. After twelve years, they were finally divorced.

Meanwhile, Lauren found herself pregnant as well, at age 21. She was in college then, about to graduate with a degree in computer science. Unlike her cousin, she had never married, but decided to have the child, Lindsey, and to raise her on her own — with help from her parents, of course. Lindsey never met her father, and it seemed everyone was fine with that.

Lauren worked at home as a freelance software designer. Her specialty was creating user interfaces, mostly for big companies, to manage their databases or something like that. She had to travel a lot, consulting with the companies she worked for and teaching them to use the software and stuff. This new living arrangement was ideal, because now Lindsey, who was 9, had someone to take care of her when her mother was out of town.

Back in England, Kelsey had worked as a secretary for a real estate development company. She hadn’t found a job yet in the US, but there wasn’t really much of a hurry about it, because Lauren made enough money to support them all without any problem. Still, Kelsey did want to work again. She just wasn’t sure what kind of job she might like.

I suddenly realized we’d been talking for a long time and I needed to get home. Kate and Molly might be worrying about me. (Probably not, but you never know.) Hannah said she would walk with me, so she could see where I lived.

When I said goodbye and thanked Kelsey for the ‘biscuits’, she gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, saying she hoped they’d see me again real soon. I noticed something about that, about the unusually intimate way she squeezed me, and also how she’d been looking not only at me as we sat around the kitchen table, but at the other girls too, her niece and her daughter. I couldn’t be certain, of course, but I got the idea that Kelsey might have more than just a friendly interest in me and more than simply a maternal interest in the other two girls.

By this time, I’d had quite a bit of experience with women who felt a strong sexual desire for young girls, who were lesbian pedophiles. My own mother was one, of course, as was Dana, and then there were all those moms I’d met at the Sapphic Retreat. I was pretty sure I could recognize that look when I saw it — and that’s what I thought I saw in Kelsey. Maybe in Lauren, too, although I really hadn’t talked to her for very long.

I didn’t say anything about all this to Hannah, obviously, as we were walking over to my house. We didn’t know each other well enough yet for something like that. And anyway, there was another topic of conversation that my new friend quickly brought up: Ms. Firth! We talked about how pretty she was, about her long, beautiful hair, about how nice she looked in that tight dress.

“I really like her,” Hannah said.

“I do too,” I agreed.

“But I mean I really like her, you know?” Hannah’s brown eyes sparkled. “Like I’ll be thinking about her tonight when I… well, you know.”

“Yeah, I do know,” I nodded.

I felt a tingle between my legs as I pictured not only the alluring Ms. Firth, but as I thought about this small girl walking beside me and what she would be doing later on that night — alone in her bed in the dark, playing with her pussy, dreaming of lesbian sex, making herself come.

Continue on to Chapter 95

 

10 Comments on The Joy of Looking, Chapter 94

  1. Cheryl says:

    Naughy Mommy, just a word here about this story.

    EXHILARATING!

    Like others who have commented about this, I am happy you have taken up your “pen” again if for no other reason than you are completing this sexy saga. I am honored to be your and JetBoy’s partner at this site! I remember when it first appeared how I would check in daily at LL to see if another chapter had posted. Now, I find myself doing the same thing, but checking our site owners’ dashboard for new chapters.

    Lisa and I are enjoying this like you wouldn’t believe!!

    Hugs,

    Cheryl

  2. Aww, Cheryl, thank you so much! That means more to me than I can say, coming from someone I consider to be a legend in our field. As some people here know, it was your stories I admired the most when I first discovered the Nifty.org lesbian incest collection around 10 years ago or so. I read and enjoyed them over and over again. You don’t how many lovely orgasms you brought me!

    Soon after finding your stories, I encountered JetBoy’s too. His writing was just as well-crafted as yours, and equally arousing. Much pleasure was had. It’s incredibly great that all these years later I am lucky enough to be a partner in a website with the two erotic authors whose work I most admire.

  3. sue says:

    you have both caused me and Kim to have countless cums and we thank you both. catching up on our reading and cums today. thanks again

  4. Irene says:

    Oh, to be one of the characters in your stories, Mommy.

    I am getting wet just thinking about what the next few chapters could hold. You are an amazing writer. I love it.

  5. LisaMT says:

    Just wanted to let you know that I’m so loving this story! Cheryl read me your latest chapter and we had lots of fun!!!

  6. Irene, thank you! I truly appreciate that. Making women’s (and girls’) panties wet is my number one goal as an author of lesbian erotica. 😉

    Thank you also to Lisa (and Cheryl) and Sue (and Kim). It’s so lovely to imagine pairs of women reading my stories together. Comments like these really do inspire me to write more and more!

  7. Hannah says:

    I can’t wait to hear how Hannah and Julie get together and to see where ms firth comes into it.
    But love how you brought Hannah into the story. xx

  8. Darkest_Desires says:

    I have been reading this story for a while (obviously, LOL) and was waiting until I caught up with where you are currently before letting you know just how much I have enjoyed your story. It’s been said before but I will say again that you do an excellent job bringing your characters to life such that I am able to truly believe this actually happened. Thank you so much for the countless hours spent bringing all of this to fruition.

    I was pleasantly surprised and impressed to see you use the “P-word” in this chapter (the first time in the story if I am not mistaken.) So many authors both on Leslita (as well as its off-shoots) and elsewhere, myself included shy away from using that word for the adults in our stories though that’s exactly what society would label them. Anyway it’s nice to see someone holding their head up and acknowledging exactly what it is we’re talking about here. Mad props and a million thanks, again, for this wonderful epic masterpiece.

  9. Hi, Darkest, and thanks very much for your comment. I’m happy to hear that you’re enjoying JoL.

    You’re right, I believe, that this is the first time I used the P-word in this story. I’d used it several times when writing Serendipity and liked the way it felt (encouraged to do this, I might add, by my friend Kelly Ann). I’m not ashamed, at least in this company, to admit who and what I am. Just because I’m attracted to young girls, that doesn’t make me a criminal. I have never done, and never will do, anything inappropriate with a child. But that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy fantasizing about them.

    An even more accurate word for me, by the way, is probably “hebephile” — except that’s even more of a mouthful, so to speak, than pedophile, so I doubt I’ll ever use it in a story. 😉

  10. David says:

    I love these chapters without real sex because you keep us waiting for the next time. It the anticipation is very exhilarating. I do have to admit I was a little disappointed when we didn’t hear more about Julie and Suzanne on their trip to New York, but I know there is a lot more ahead so I am reading on.

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