Short - Hidden in Plain Sight

Lily-Rae Fox was something of a mystery in the quiet suburban neighborhood of Oakwood.  She was a newcomer to the area but had settled into the tight knit community remarkably well, swiftly becoming a beloved girl next door.  Sweet and kind Lily-Rae slipped right through the local's usual wariness of outsiders.  

The men had instantly taken a liking to her long slim twenty year old runway model type of body, her waist length naturally wavy red hair, her sparkling green eyes and adorably freckled nose and cheeks.  She had a smile that could light up a room.  The women of the community had, after an early frosty period, came to adore the gentle naive charm of the girl.  Even to the point they now would bring her little gifts and do her little favors.  She was so polite, so well spoken, so modest, and so far from home.  It helped that she had an “in” with the women and wives.  She had followed her friend Rhonda Ferguson back from Canada after Rhonda's husband had finished a two year contract up there.  Lily-Rae had been the daughter of the Ferguson's neighbor up North and eventually became their babysitter and then their close friend.  But that is another story.

Despite her acceptance by the majority of Oakwood she was, as mentioned, still something of a mystery.  She had moved into a tiny old prewar bungalow nestled among the larger family homes of the neighborhood, though few could figure out how she could afford it.  She didn't have a job, she didn't go to school, she lived alone and never spoke of a boyfriend.  It was known she didn't come from great wealth either.  Outside of babysitting, house sitting, dog walking, and other odd jobs around the neighborhood she had no obvious source of income.  It was also strange that she seemed to move down here for little reason.  She knew the Fergusons, but beyond that she had no connections here in the States.  If asked she would just shrug and smile.  She was an enigma.  She had become an active participant in the community in her short time however.  She volunteered at church and at various community functions and generally kept busy within the neighborhood.

Oh yes, she kept busy.

Unbeknownst to all but a select few sweet young Lily-Rae Fox was a true hermaphrodite.  The Japanese hentai crowd would call her a futanari.  She was genetically a woman though thanks to a family mutation she also had a fully functional set of male genitalia situated just above her female parts.  A truly impressive set of genitalia at that.  And it was this evolutionary aberration that kept her in a comfortable lifestyle.  To put it bluntly, she was the secret neighborhood gigolo.  Her clients were the housewives of Oakwood.  A young man doing what she was doing would have been figured out in short order, but a young woman?  No one had a clue.  A naughty secret hidden in plain sight.

Her friend Rhonda was in fact her housewife pimp.  In the few months since returning from Canada Rhonda had already leveraged Lily-Rae's unique characteristics and her own contacts and shrewd mind into a very profitable little endeavor.  Rhonda's husband was the only man in the community who knew what was happening and he was an enthusiastic accomplice.

Rhonda was the mastermind of the scheme and the one who dealt with all the little details.  This had all been her idea, her tact and charm and connections and cleverness the grease that kept everything running smoothly.  She had also been the one to discover Lily-Rae, but again, that is another story.  Lily for her part really was as kind and naive and sweet as she let on.  It wasn't an act.  She was uncomfortable making a living this way but Rhonda could be so convincing...and it was so easy...and it was damned enjoyable.  Rhonda dealt with the money, the people, and the arrangements.  She even had a discreet doctor friend for Lily in case she ever needed one.  All Lily had to do is show up and do her thing, which she did well.  It was a pretty great job if you ignored the adultery.

Today's client was Mrs Washington.  Five and a half feet tall, black, and what one might call big boned.  She was a stout woman with short straightened hair.  She was a stay at home housewife who really had no excuse to stay home any longer.  Her kids were both in high school and lead lives mostly apart from their parents.  At this point she saw her kids as much as she saw her husband, which was rarely.  A few brief moments each morning and maybe in the evening, and if she was lucky a couple hours over the weekend.  The whole family seemed to be living their own separate lives.

Mrs Washington was lonely, lonely and sexually frustrated.  Mr Washington worked all the damn time.  And when he wasn't working he was either out with buddies or locked up in the basement.  His so called “man cave”.  It had been over two years since he'd been with his wife in an intimate way.  Mrs Washington didn't believe he was cheating on her, he just didn't seem interested anymore.  She was at her wits end.  The past few months she'd tried everything she could think of to get a rise out of her husband, even resorting to begging, but to no end.  He just hand waved and would say he wasn't in the mood.  He would always promise something later, but later never came.  That facet of their relationship seemed to be permanently dead and buried.

She didn't like talking about these sorts of private matters but she just had to vent to someone.  Talking to her friend Tanya she spilled her guts.  After a lot of sympathy and commiserating Tanya surprised her by suggesting that she talk to Rhonda Ferguson.  With a wink and a smile Tanya said.  “Rhonda has the cure for what ails ya.  Trust me!”  Tanya would say no more.

She knew Rhonda of course, though they weren't exactly close.  Trusting in Tanya's advice a few days later she brought her sad story to Rhonda.  Rhonda sat in her bright immaculate modern kitchen holding her coffee cup in both hands, a gentle smile on her face as she listened patiently.

What came next shocked her to her core.  After swearing her to secrecy Rhonda informed her that she helped a few of the neighborhood women in just this sort of thing.  She helped them by arranging discreet meetings with someone she would only refer to as “the talent”.  Meetings for sex!  For a fee she would arrange one of these meetings.  Rhonda Ferguson was a suburban pimp!  Mrs Washington couldn't believe her ears.  She almost got up and stormed out on the spot...but she didn't.

Rhonda was so easy going about, so convincing.  As if it was all perfectly normal and natural.  She insisted there were others.  That she'd simply become part of a very exclusive group and that no one would be the wiser.

“The rules are simple.  Three hundred dollars up front and a clean bill of health from your doctor gets you a visit.  We do it when and where we arrange it, no last minute changes.  If you don't show, we keep the money.  You are paying for sex, nothing else.  No I love you's, no getting pregnant, no complications.  Just sex.  There are no refunds if you aren't completely satisfied, though that has never been an issue. 

“Discretion is the most important rule.  You cannot tell anyone about this or about what you will learn.”

Mrs Washington cocked her head curiously.  What she would learn?  Who was this talent?  A man from the area?  So many questions.

“Listen, I don't say this in a threatening way but you need to know.  I have a number of people ready to back any story I have to make up to protect myself and the talent.  If you go telling stories we will deny everything and we will discredit you.  You will find even your good friend Tanya will back us up on this.  Again, I don't mean to frighten you but you MUST understand the need for secrecy here.”

Mrs Washington didn't like the sound of all that...but if it would mean finally getting some much needed tender attention she'd agree to almost anything.  She was desperate.  The details were figured out and arrangements were soon made.  

Two weeks later Mrs Washington finds herself sitting on Rhonda's guest room bed waiting for “the talent” to enter.  As she looked around the clean well furnished room she wondered how many other of the neighborhood wives had been in this exact situation since Rhonda's return.  She is nervous.  This was a big step, a breaking of her marriage vows, but she was committed.  Just to feel flesh against hers once more, to feel a man move inside her once more.  She was willing to risk it all.

She hears movement in the hallway and her breath catches in her throat.  She sits very very still.  She could just make out a muffled conversation.  Light footsteps approach the door to her room.  Her eyes widen, her breath still held, she watches the doorknob turn...

The door slowly inches open.  A head pops through the door.  A pretty freckled young female face, sparkling green eyes, and bright orange hair back in a simple ponytail.  With a bright grin.  “Hi Mrs Washington.”

Mrs Washington gasps loudly.  “Lily?  Lily-Rae Fox?  What...what are you doing here child!?”  She feels a rush of blood to her face as she feels absolute humiliation and betrayal.  She stands up in a huff.  Rhonda had promised that only she and her man would know about this!  “Oh my god, oh my god. Uh...I gotta go.  Oh lord!”

Lily-Rae walks into the room.  She was wearing a plain light blue t shirt and a long white floral pattern dress.  She closes the door behind her.  She approaches, her hands out trying to placate the woman.  Lily was taller and much much slimmer.  “Wait, please.  I know this wasn't what you were expecting.  Please...sit down.  I'll explain everything.”

Mrs Washington looks at the young woman with regret.  This innocent young thing sat just in front of her at church every Sunday.  She wasn't that much older that Mrs Washington's eldest.  “Oh, Rhonda's got you mixed up in all this?  Oh child...oh poor child...this is so terrible, I should go.”

Lily could tell Mrs Washington was getting ready to leave.  She still only had a small handful of clients, but this was the usual reaction the first time around so she was not surprised.  Reaching behind she unfastens the waistband of her dress.  Before another word can be said she pulls it open and lets it fall from her hips.

Mrs Washington reaches out her hand to stop her but it was too late.  “Oh Lily dear don't...”  She stands staring, confusion across her wide face.  There in front of her, hugged tightly by Lily-Rae's snug panties, was the unmissable and unmistakable long outline of a thick cock stretching up along the top of her thigh and heavy round balls beneath.

Lily continues her pretty smile as she says.  “I'm the talent Mrs Washington.  Everything's okay.”

Eyes wide and round she looks up.  “You're...a man!?”

“No Ma'am.  I'm a woman but I've got some man parts too.”  Reaching out she takes Mrs Washington's plump dark hand in hers.  “Now you know my secret.  Please won't you stay with me.”

Mrs Washington recoils at the touch, pulling her hands back as if she'd just touched hot iron.  Her mind was still struggling to come to grips with this.  She is shaking her head back and forth.  “Oh...this just isn't right.  This just isn't right.  Lily child, you know this isn't right.  Oh my god, what am I doing here?”

Lily steps forward and puts her hands on the older woman's shoulders.  Mrs Washington stops and looks up at her.  “Lily...”  

The girl leans forward and kisses the dark full wide lips of the frustrated housewife.  It is a sweet tender little kiss, her slender hands gently rub the shoulders.  “Please kiss me Mrs Washington.”  Lily whispers.  Her perfume smelled of wild flowers, though it changed as it blended around them with Mrs Washington's orchid and jasmine scent.

“Lily, child...this isn't right.”  She whispers, though those luscious little kisses...they felt nice.

Another sweet kiss as she steps in again, their bodies now touching.  “Please kiss me.”  Another tender kiss.  “Please kiss me back Mrs Washington.  I'm here for you.”

Mrs Washington stands transfixed as this young woman kisses her in the most intimate way, the soft voice pleading for her to return the affection.  Her gentle hands now beginning to softly brush up and down the married woman's wide arms.

Lily leans down and begins to kiss and lightly suck Mrs Washington's neck.  The girl's hot breath caressing her cocoa colored skin as she breaths.  “You're beautiful.  You're so beautiful.  Please kiss me...please?”

Her gentle hands, her tender lips, the way she was being touched, and the intention behind the touching...Mrs Washington was beginning to feel things she hadn't felt in a very long time.  But...Lily-Rae had her confused.  A woman?  But not a woman?  She had been all set to go through with this had it been a man but this curve ball had sent her reeling.  But...but...this was feeling so nice...so nice.  She felt so very nice.

Lily-Rae stands straight and looks down at Mrs Washington with the most open, honest, and loving look.  Lily slowly brings her hands up to the woman's neck, then down to the front.  She unfastens the top button of Mrs Washington's blouse.

“Lily...”  She sighs, but moves not one muscle to stop her.  Another button is undone, and another, and another.

Lily continues her soft whispers, her pretty smile always there.  “You're so beautiful.  Do you know that Mrs Washington?  You're so beautiful to me.  I wish you'd kiss me.  I'd like that.”

Another button, then the final one.  Slowly, carefully, Lily opens the woman's shirt and pulls it back over her shoulders.  Mrs Washington straightens her arm to her sides to allow the shirt to fall free, and fall it does.  Lily leans down and kisses her client's exposed upper chest as her fingers trace along the edge of the bra, tracing along Mrs Washington's ample cleavage.  A little shudder runs up the woman's body.

“Lily...I'm...I'm gonna kiss you.”  Mrs Washington says with crumbling reluctance.

Lily's pretty smile widens. “Oh good.  Thank you Mrs Washington.”

“You can call me Jasmin.”  Reaching forward the black housewife grabs Lily around her waist and back and pulls her in.  The two of them mash together in a sudden powerfully passionate kiss.  Years of frustration and denial are set free as they kiss deeply and vigorously.  Eyes are closed, only the taste and feel of the girl's sucking mouth and tight body against her.  Hands begin exploring and groping.  Clothes pulled, bras unfastened, jeans unzipped.  As they make out and strip each other they make their way down onto the bed, they sit side by side as the hot and heavy session continues.

Before long they are down to just their panties.  Lily-Rae's pale white flesh pushes hard against Jasmin's soft cushiony brown body.  Jasmin was consumed by her carnal desires at this point, no more hesitations or questioning.  Her right hand is rubbing up and down Lily's massive hard cock, pulling it up from out of the pretty pink panties.  Her stubbing fingers can't even reach around the  mammoth tool as she strokes it up and down.

With a breathy hot sigh Lily says.  “How do you want it?  Tell me what you want Jasmin.”

Jasmin loved it doggy style best, but not today, not this time, not after so long.  “I want to see you, I want you on top.  I want to see your face, your eyes.”  She replies even as she pulls the young woman with her as she lays back.  “Tell me I'm beautiful again.”

“You are beautiful Jasmin.  So very sexy.”

Holding Lily atop her they she continues making out with her.  Her thick hands run over the girl's soft slender responsive body.  So different from her husband.  Soft yet firm young flesh, a woman's softness and curves.  So different.

Lily begins sucking on Jasmin's big dark tits, sucking and licking her plump ebony nipples.  They were a mother's breasts, an older mother.  Big, saggy, fat nipples that had been used for their intended purpose.  To Lily they were just wonderful.  With unbridled enthusiasm she suck and licks and nibbles, her tongue swirling and lapping.  She sucks and suckles, humming happily.  Her suckling triggers powerful maternal feelings hard wired in Jasmin which blends with her arousal into the most peculiar strange brew of carnal instincts and desires.  Sensing the effect Lily continues to squeeze the big breasts in her hands as she sucks and licks hard.

Jasmin is moaning.  She pulls the elastic from Lily-Rae's fiery locks, tossing it to the side.  Wavy orange hair set free.  She strokes her fingers through the young woman's soft mane.  Her whole body was alight with passion.  She writhes and moans.  “Ohhhh Lily, oh Lily child...the things you're doing to me...”  Grabbing her by the shoulders Jasmin pulls her up.  “I need you, I need you inside me.”

Lily smiles.  “Let me go down on you first.  I'm really good at it.”  She offers.  She was quite good at foreplay, and very much enjoyed it, but it seemed Jasmin wanted to cut right to the chase.

Jasmin shakes her head.  “No, no not this time.  I just need it.  I need you in me.  We can do more next time child.”

Lily nods.  “Oh, a next time?  That's wonderful.  Okay beautiful Jasmin, whatever you want.  I'm here to make you happy.”

As Lily sits back to pull Jasmin's plus sized panties from her body the woman is sighing happily.  “You're making me happy Lily.  So happy.  I just need to feel you now.  I can't wait anymore.”

Lily nods again, an understanding gentle grin on her freckled face.  “Yes Ma'am.  I was told you didn't want a condom.”

The housewife shakes her head.  “No, I really want to feel you.  The real you.  Inside me.  Don't worry, I can't get pregnant anymore.”  Lily nods once more, ready to go.

Jasmin is on her back laid out.  She spreads herself, she opens up for the Lily, her thick black bush parting to reveal her pink tunnel entrance.  Lily gives her fingers a long lick then reaches down to slide them up and down hot wet pussy.  The girl smiled.  Jasmin was plenty ready for her.  She had learned the older women who made up her clientele could sometimes be a bit...dry.  Even when they were aroused.  Not so with this one.

Jasmin was pulling Lily to her with her arms, and legs, and eyes.  She wanted it bad!  Lily-Rae does what is wanted of her.  Taking a moment to position her big uncircumsized knob against the woman's wet and ready hot pocket she gives Jasmin a little nod of warning...then she presses herself forward.

The deep soulful guttural groan that comes from Jasmin as she rolls her eyes back up into her head comes from the very core of her being.  Lily-Rae felt good, so unbelievably good.  Even better than imagined.  She was big, she was fucking huge, much bigger than Mr Washington and he was no slouch in that department.  But that wasn't the magical part of it, that wasn't the truly best part.  This wasn't a cold lifeless dildo or vibrator, as Jasmin was now accustomed to, this was a real warm flesh and blood cock.  It was real!  It was alive!  It was rock hard, but not artificially so, and it was responsive in just the right ways.  Most importantly it was connected to a wonderful gentle actual person.  She felt as the skin gripped to her tunnel walls a bit, she felt the throbbing surge as it grew and hardened even more triggered by the incredible sensation of entrance.  Lily was so big she swore she could feel every vein and contour of her as she stretched her out.

“Ohhhh sweet Lily...ohhh sweet child...”  Jasmin moans as she looks up to her lovely young lover.

As Lily-Rae begins a few slow and easy in and out's she looks down over the woman beneath her.  Her bright red hair hangs down to the right side of her elfish face.  Her hands run over the large breasts which were sliding out toward the armpits and across the rolls of her chocolate colored belly, the subtle stretch marks of pregnancy still show all these year later.  Lily-Rae's loving touch feels it all.  “You're so very beautiful Jasmin.  You're so sexy.  You are incredible.”  Her caring eyes scan over her partner's body, seeing and appreciating every little detail.

“Ohhhh...”  Jasmin's wide brown eyes look up at this marvel.  Feelings were stirring inside of her, feelings shared by others in the community.  This girl's touch...so gentle, so loving.  Her gaze, her passion, so genuine.  She wasn't lying.  She was looking at Jasmin with only the purest admiration and desire.  This young stunning woman could have her pick of partners, and yet she was here now looking at Jasmin like she was the most beautiful Hollywood starlet.  Yes, she was there because she was paid to be there but...somehow that didn't cheapen this.  This special, special girl with the heart of gold made Jasmin feel like the only woman in the world right now.  It didn't matter anymore that she was a she, the attentive tenderness in those emerald eyes and that delicate touch transcended all of that.

Lily begins to pick up the pace.  Long, deep, strong thrusts.  Jasmin lets out another louder cry.  She reaches up and begins running her hands up and down the slim girl's back.  Her skin was so smooth and healthy and baby soft.  Bringing them to the front and feeling and fondling her much smaller perkier breasts.  Lily hums joyfully at the attention.

Downstairs music was turned on.  Loud operatic music.  To cover the noise?  Jasmin didn't care at that point, it just added to the atmosphere.  The soundtrack to The Phantom of the Opera ringing through the house as Lily-Rae masterfully made love to Jasmin.

Lily thrusts increase in intensity and tempo, fucking this neighborhood woman deep and hard.  Fucking her like she'd never been fucked before.  Breathing heavy she asks.  “Do you want anything else?  Another position?  You just have to ask my beautiful Jasmin.”

“Ohhhhh...nooo just keep...keep...OOHHHHH!”  Jasmin's thick legs wrap tight around her white escort girl as a powerful climax hits her like she hasn't felt since...well since ever!  Years of built up sexual energy unleashed in an instant.  She throws her arms around the pale skinned beauty, arms and legs holding her close and holding her still to her thick jiggling cocoa body as she bucks and SCREAMS through the tsunami of ecstasy coursing through her.  “OHHHHHH  AHHHH!”  Held tight Lily just nuzzles and kisses and continues her flattering sweet talk.  Half a minute later Jasmin is coming down from the heights of her erotic rapture, her pudgy hands stroke and pet her partner in thankful adoration.

“Oh Lily-Rae...oh sweet sweet child...”  She gazes into those emerald eyes, fully in the power of the girl's bewitching innocent charm.  “Oh sweet sweet Lily...you treasure...you lovely little treasure.”

Lily slowly picks up the tempo again.  “OHHH Lily...Lily!”  Jasmin pulls her down and they kiss deeply once more, she moans and hums into the young woman's mouth as the deep filling plunging satisfaction continues unabated.  She filled her like no one else had, she had to stretch and adapt to take her.  Like it used to be with her husband when they first met.  It felt simply glorious!

Lily makes sweet passionate love to her client for a long, long time.  Bringing the woman out of her time and again.  Lily was the best Jasmin had ever experienced, her husband a pale distant second place.  The girl could almost sense the woman's needs before she recognized them herself.  When to suck her fat nipples, when to hurry, when to slow, when to go deep, when to grab her ass.  When Jasmine asks for more Lily is always there to provide it.  Always up for the challenge.  She was sensitive and responsive to her client's every need.  It was a unique gift.

She is now fucking her, well and truly fucking her, hard and fast.  The clapping flesh providing a steady beat to their furious fucking.  Lily is moaning; whines and gasps of desire coming from the fiery haired maiden.  She was getting close.  Her small tear drop breasts bounce with her relentless driving motion.  Jasmin looks upon her with awe, more than anything in the world she wanted to feel this girl release inside of her.

With a most feminine honeyed voice Lily cries out as she lets herself go.  “Hhhaaaooooooh!”

Jasmine feels the huge cock stretching her cunny pulse with power and energy as she is suddenly flooded with steaming hot seed.  Her deeper voice joins the chorus of bliss.  As she watches the incredible look of release on this stunning young woman's perfect features and feels her creamy slippery jizz fill her cunt Jasmin cannot help herself but to cry out.  “LILY!  OH LILY!  I LOVE YOU!  I LOV...”  Slender fingers shoot up and come to rest over Jasmin's full lips, stopping anymore pronouncements.  Lily-Rae spasms and jolts as she pumps a seemingly impossible load into the overwhelmed older woman.

Lily finally relaxes, her cock leaking its final deposits.  She looks down, a satisfied smile on her sweaty happy face.  Her hanging curtain of hair now more tussled.  Removing her hand from Jasmin's mouth she leans down and gives the woman a light kiss.

“Would you like me to lay with you?”  She whispers, still out of breath.

The woman nods.  “Yes.  Yes child.”

Lily crawls to her side and cuddles up to the soft voluptuous woman.  They stroke, they caress, Lily gives Jasmin light little kisses.  Jasmin just stares at the ceiling and soaks it all in.

Jasmin knew she'd broken a rule, she was worried that might mean she wouldn't get another chance with Lily.  She whispers an apology. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it.”

Lily kisses her shoulder.  “I know, it's okay.  It happens a lot.  But...please don't fall in love with me.  Okay?  It will only mean trouble.  And I cannot promise you my heart in return.  I don't want anyone to get hurt.”

“I understand.”  Jasmin lets out a long satisfied sigh.  “Ohhh wow.  Thank you child.  Thank you so much.”

They lay together for another hour.  Just enjoying their shared afterglow and their intimate cuddling.  This long easy quiet time meant even more to Jasmin than the love making itself.  This precious moment of real human contact, genuine physical connection.  She had forgotten just how nice this was.

Jasmin clears her throat, curiosity was getting the better of her.  “Um...do you have many...um, clients?”

Lily snuggles in tight, like a baby bear into its mama.  “Not so many.  You know them all.  They all treat me so nice.  Bring me gifts.  Do nice things for me.  Oakwood has been so good to me.”

“You like gifts?  Can I bring you gifts?”  She asks.

“Only if you want to.  I sure do like that pecan pie you make for our church functions.  If you want to make me one sometime, that'd be nice.  We could share it.”  Lily-Rae adds again.  “But only if you want to.”

Lily had hit on weak spot, Jasmin was more than a little proud her family recipe pecan pie.  Her own family however had come to take it for granted.  “You like my pecan pie?”

“It's the best I ever tasted.  The very best.”

Jasmin holds her tight and promises.  “I'll bring you one tomorrow child.”

Lily lays with her lover for as long as she's wanted.  Jasmin wants to stay.  She wants to stay so bad.  But she had some things left to do before her family got home.  She pats Lily's shoulder and says.  “I'm sorry, I've got to go.”

Lily-Rae nods, kisses her sweetly one last time, then slowly sits up.  Jasmin strokes her smooth back as she leans down and pulls her panties back on.

“Can I see you again sometime?”  She asks, the money now seeming like a insignifcant pittance for what she'd received in return.

Lily looks over her shoulder as she puts her hair back in a ponytail.  “Of course my beautiful Jasmine, of course.  Just talk to Rhonda if you want this, otherwise just come see me.  Anytime.  We could even snuggle if you'd like.  Oh...”  She laughs lightly.  “...and of course I'll see you at church on Sunday.”

Jasmin smiles at the girl.  “Of course.”

Within a few minutes Lily is up and dressed.  They hug and kiss goodbye, Lily still as affectionate as before.  Jasmin has a hard time letting go but she eventually does.  As per the arrangement 'the talent' leaves first.  

Mrs Washington watches her go and sighs contentedly.  She felt so good, so alive, so taken care of.  She felt like a woman again.  Staring at the closed door she feels in her heart that she missed that extraordinary girl with the special gifts already.  She couldn't wait to see her again.

As she begins to dress Mrs Washington was already mentally measuring the ingredients for the pecan pie she was going to make the moment she got home.

And so ends this small episode of the life of Lily-Rae Fox.  There is of course much more to tell, but those are stories for another time.

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