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Kirsten did not show up for my class the next day, Friday. I have to admit, I was somewhat relieved, still somewhat jumpy and completely in shock as to the feelings that she had elicited from me and totally terrified by the potential ramification of what had occurred. I left town for the weekend, trying to escape the loneliness of my house, as well as the looming danger of further action by Kirsten. When I returned home Sunday night, there was a bag by my door.

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I didn’t turn on a single light that night after Kirsten left. I barely made it up to bed before passing out. I couldn’t remember the last time I had slept so soundly. It must have been almost noon when I woke up. “Bringg.” It was my doorbell. “Who the heck could that be,” I wondered as I slipped out of bed instantly aware of that the thong Kirsten had enjoyed so much still hugged my cocky tightly.

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