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It stayed on my floppy gathering bit dust until a fine Lady helped me put it into shape. The Addendum tells the path it will take if it comes to fruit. Gray at the following address with your comments, [email protected] am sorry to say that "'Tis the Season" will not resume until this winter. It is for adult readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a non consenting type. She dresses in well-tailored business suits that down play her femininity, but enhance her corporate aura. Such words would have forced any normal guy back into reality, but not Paul. I could tell that my long dark hair was being cut short and I had tried to say something, but Ms.