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It was a non-descript ordinary beige trenchcoat with green plaid flannel lining. My father had left it behind when he moved out, and my mother had given it to me, thinking it might ease my pain to have something of his around. I always thought of it as an odd symbol of abandonment, of unfulfilled dreams of what a father should be in a daughter's eyes.

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I was still living with Sue when I first met Pauline, so it had to be kept a secret. We actually met at a dance class which we were both going to and ended up fooling around a little bit in a small, dark room under the studio once the session had ended. I actually ended up fucking Pauline that very first night, a fantastic shag that immediately let me know that here was a game girl, someone who would be up for a bit of sexual adventure in her life.

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