Gender: Male Age: 28 Location: Pluto (It's not a planet)
___ Introduction ___
Before a seventeen-year-old girl can join a female's-only secret society, she has to undergo a rite of passage, which will consist of her getting double-penetrated by two men. This text contains interracial and consensual sex and violence.
Rite of Passage
Written by Norton5
The only reason why Clarice wanted to join the Vital Females Association (VFA) was because she needed to belong, not forgetting the fact that she suffered from a nagging depression.
She sat in the house of one of the top members, a woman by the name of Barbara Chen.
The VFA was an organization that took in any women they chose to and turned them into powerful figures in their societies. It had both a domestic focus and a broad international scope which influenced a number of significant changes in the world. It was an organization of change with women being the driving force behind that change. Clarice couldn't care less about that, but she really wanted to be part of an elite group. She saw this as a way of dealing with her depression.
Barbara set down a tray on the coffee table where she had told Clarice to sit. She sat down in the opposing chair and gave Clarice a plate with some Oriental-style food on it, and set next to her a glass of fruit juice. She herself had the same.
"The age limit for our group is between sixteen and seventy-five, so you're okay as far as your age goes. However, there is a question as to your educational qualifications and health record. Basically, we want to see that you've been scoring decent grades in all your classes and that you don't get sick regularly."
Clarice handed over a white letter-sized envelope. Barbara scanned through the two documents that she removed from the envelope and put a finger to her chin, contemplating as her eyes moved horizontally across and vertically down each sheet.
After several minutes, Barbara set down the papers on top of the enveloped and said, "How did you come to learn of our group? As you might have noticed, due to the nature of what we do, we don't advertise ourselves."
"A friend of my mother's told her about it and my mother suggested that I try to join."
"I suffer from depression. Being accepted into and maintaining a position or title within the Association might be therapeutic for me."
Barbara smiled. "There are quite a few members of this association who suffer from mental disorders, but it doesn't in any way inhibit them in the performance of their duties and obligations to the VFA." Her eyes narrowed and she looked down on Clarice. "Will your depression prove a handicap to your being in the Association?"
Clarice shook her head slowly. "I don't think so."
Barbara shot her a crooked smile. "That's not good enough. We need to be sure."
"How? What do I have to do to prove myself to you?"
"Not just to me, but to my colleagues in the higher echelons of the Association." She paused. "We have rites of passage for women we know are good for the group and we have other rites of passage for the ones we're not so sure about. I'm going to put you through one of the latter."
Clarice nodded. She didn't have a choice; she was the beggar in this situation.
“You've probably heard of the term 'DP'?”
“Er, no. What does it stand for?”
“Double penetration. It's when two guys penetrate one woman, each plugging her either in her vagina, anus, or mouth.”
“Is this a sexual thing?”
“Very much so.”
“I don't know how I feel about that.”
“Then I would recommend that you try to join another group or organization. I would hate to negatively affect your mental state in any way. A double penetration isn't something to be taken lightly, especially by a young woman suffering from depression.”
Clarice gripped the edge of the table and said forcefully, “I'm not withdrawing my request to join the Association. I'll do this double penetration thing, if I have to.”
Barbara said indifferently, “It's all up to you. By the way, we find it necessary, for unspoken reasons, to have the DP be performed by men who are of a different race from the applicant. Something to do with character, and that's all I can tell you.”
She gave Clarice a comforting pat on the shoulder as she walked her to the door. “I look forward to next week Thursday. That's when the rite will take place. You'll be taking your rite along with nine other applicants. Here's the specific time and address.” She gave Clarice a piece of paper which had the details typed on it. “Have a nice day and come prepared with your head in order on that day.”
Henry Ossingale answered the door on the third series of knocks. “Hello?” He was staring at a white girl in her teens. She was a redhead, but had died the front portion of her hair several shades of blonde. She wasn't extravagant or glamorous, but she had a good figure and her eyes were brown with flecks of gold. She wore red and white sneakers, light blue jeans, and an army green tank top.
“Hi. My name's Clarice Wenlihg. I live over in the next street. I heard that you, your father, and uncle moved into this house recently and I decided to bring you some cookies as a welcome to this neighborhood.” She handed him a box of cookies she'd bought that morning from the local grocery shop.
“Okay, uh, thanks,” said Henry, accepting the box. He was uncertain of this reception and looked around to see if there was anyone else with her. No. It was just her. It was 10:14 AM. Henry wore a yellow cut-sleeved t-shirt which revealed his black muscular arms and stretched over his body to reveal the rest of his buff figure.
“Actually, this is all just a ruse set up so I could get to talk to you, and hopefully your dad and uncle as well? I don't know if they're around. I really need to talk. It's not an emergency or anything and I won't be asking you for money.” She smiled and angled her head to take a look inside the house.
“This is kinda weird for me,” said Henry. “I don't normally get scared around white girls, but you're sending off some strange vibes. Should I be calling the cops?”
“Oh, that's just my mental condition. I'm depressed and maybe bipolar. I'm kinda feeling high right now doing this crazy thing: asking you if I could come in and chit chat.”
“Uh, my dad's gone to work already, and I have night classes at college. My uncle's here; he works a night shift.”
Clarice smiled even brighter, just standing there in front of the door.
Sighing and shaking his head in disapproval of what he was doing, Henry stepped back and opened the door, motioning for her to come in. “Awesome,” she said and stepped into the Ossingale residence.
Henry and his uncle Jared sat on opposite ends of their sofa and looked at Clarice as she sipped a can of Mountain Dew they had offered her.
She was sitting in a recliner facing them. Setting down the soft drink can on the low table next to her, she said, “So I've got this problem. The other day, I sent an application to get invited into this secret society. Guess what? I have to go through this initiation thing. It's totally whacked. In order to be accepted into their high-flying club, I have to show up at some secret location during some time next week and get my ass, pussy, and mouth fucked to smithereens by two big black guys. I'm guessing it's going to be brutal, and I am in no condition to go through any shit like that. Plus, I have depression and I don't even like black guys – no offense.”
Henry and Jared nodded, looked at each other with “what the fuck?” expressions, and turned their attention back to her.
Clarice continued, “But I really really need to get into this association. It's really important to me and would do me a world of good, not to mention, solve some of my issues. I can't tell you anything about the association. It's a secret, you know.”
Jared said, “You want us to be the black guys that will fuck you?”
“Well, yes, but you won't be there. They'll have their own black guys ready with humongous cocks just waiting to smash me up.”
“I want you to smash me up first as a... um, a rehearsal.”
Henry arched an eyebrow. “Rehearsal?”
Clarice looked exasperated. “So I have an idea of what it's like before I get into it. Experience is everything here, guys.”
Jared said, “How about you watch some interracial porn videos?”
Clarice rolled her eyes. “I need to actually feel it, you know? Big fucking black cocks inside my pussy and all the other holes in my body?”
Henry, in his early twenties, asked, “How old are you?”
“Seventeen since four months ago.”
“What's the catch?” Jared had a slight smile on his face.
“The catch is I get into the Association.”
“Nothing for us?”
“Uh, you'll be doing the world a service? You never really know. Maybe through the Association, I'll become a great woman leader, and someday, be able to grant black people more rights.”
Henry smirked and said, “We don't need more rights. One of us is the fucking President of the United States.” Jared nodded in agreement.
Clarice's eyes roved around the room as she searched for words. “Okay, uh, how about the right to enslave white people? I know you blacks are really into white fuck slaves. Hey, that sounds like a great idea, doesn't it?”
Jared shook his head. “Not really into the enslavement of other races, and if you didn't know, there are already white slaves being sold in the world today. Underground markets and all that. Really bad stuff.”
Henry nodded sadly. “It's sick, in a not-so-cool way.”
Clarice made her hands into fists and raised the pitch of her voice, “Then what the hell do I have to say to get you bastards to co-operate with me here?”
Jared opened his hands and said, “Please, maybe?”
She shot him a surprised look. “Okay. Please?”
Henry unzipped his fly and the longest, thick, black sausage she had ever seen swung outward.
“Oh, fuck,” said Clarice in fear. “But I asked for it.”
All three of them got naked in the living room. They extended the sofa so it had more space to sit and move on. Clarice stood by and watched as they lubricated their cocks with their own spit, wrapping their hands around their cocks and rubbing the slick saliva up and down all over the black meaty appendages.
Jared's cock wasn't as super-long as Henry's, but his was thicker, very much thicker. Both their cocks had mean ropy veins visible all around the shafts. Henry's cock's head was prominently thicker than the shaft, almost like a lollipop, while Jared's was only slightly bigger.
Henry let go of his cock, letting it hang outward stiffly. Approaching Clarice, he stroked her face and hair. She didn't want to look at him so she looked to the floor. She just went from not liking black men into asking two of them to fuck her, but that didn't cure her of her displeasure. “They definitely won't be nice to me next week, so you'd better mistreat me, like slap me around or something else painful.”
“Are you sure?” He slid his hands over her bare shoulders and down her arms. “Maybe you're over-exaggerating all of this. I bet they're just trying to scare you away from their top club. They don't want a nice young girl like you running important things when you get accepted.”
Clarice gave him a sharp look. “I'm not over-exaggerating and they're very serious, so start hurting and fucking me already.”
“Okey-dokey.” He flung her bodily over to his uncle. That one maneuver took the air out of her lungs. Whoosh. Her body slammed into his hard torso, at the same time hitting her stomach painfully on his rock-hard cock.
“You'll be feeling more that 'ow' when we're done with you,” said Jared. Holding her steady, he gently lifted her chin so she was looking into his eyes. He smiled and slapped her harshly. Clarice could feel the entire left side of her face go red and start pulsing with pain. She whimpered, tears streaming down her face.
He grabbed her hair and shoved her onto the sofa where she landed flat on her breasts. She got up on her hands and knees, her white Caucasian ass put out invitingly, though she didn't know how she was turning them on with that; she was just trying to get up into a sitting position.
Before she could change her doggy stance, Jared grabbed her hips and spanked her ass hard five times on each cheek. She whimpered aloud and hissed in pain. Then he jammed his thumb into her anus and dug deeper into her bowels. “Ohhh! No, not like that, please, no!” she begged.
“You don't think they'll do that to you next week, sweetheart?” he asked scoffing. She realized he was only giving her his full co-operation like he asked.
“Okay, I'm sorry. I was just surprised by that.”
“Fair enough, but no more complaining, and if you feel surprised anymore, just keep it to yourself. Alright?”
Before she could respond affirmatively, he dug both his left thumb and his right pointer into her anus. She let out a yell.
Henry came around to the other side of the sofa, putting one foot on the seat cushion. He took her head and stuffed his long cock into her mouth, telling her to suck it good.
Clarice did her best, moving her head back and forth along the half length of his shaft, sucking his meat as hard as she could. Pride swelled up in her when she heard Henry moan and hiss in pleasure. He grabbed her hair and tugged it painfully, thrusting harder and faster into her mouth, causing her to cough and gag as he went too deep down her throat.
Having a big, super-long cock shoved back and forth into her mouth and throat did not inhibit Clarice from feeling Jared's large head and very thick shaft rip into her pussy lips. “Gmmffkkffghh!!” was all she could manage as his black monster tore into her pink tenderness. He held her hips and thrust back and forth, filling her completely, and spanking her ass as he drilled into her.
They held this configuration for half an hour before laying her on top of Henry who laid on the couch facing upward. Her back was to him and he placed supportive hands on her hips while she put her hands against his chest. Henry used one hand to push his cock into her anus, while Jared positioned himself on top of her, pushing his meat rod into her pussy again.
As if on queue, uncle and nephew began thrusting into the white girl's pussy and anus. Clarice screamed softly in a high pitched cry as her two entrances got filled and fucked by two mean black sausages. But she thought, how the heck can I expect to pass the Association's test, if I don't perform well here?
Biting her lower lip, she moved her hips in such a way that both cocks were able to receive maximum pleasure. This caused both men to moan in erotic approval. They needed to be harder on her. And as if knowing what she was thinking, Jared placed a choking hand on her neck and fucked harder into her pussy. Clarice's face turned a different shade of color from lack of oxygen, but she knew Jared knew what he was doing. His grip released to allow air into her lungs, then he would tighten it again and she would choke, feeling nothing but the two cocks ripping into her.
Jared pulled his cock out first and spilled viscous white fluid over her navel and pussy before pushing it back into her. Ten minutes later, Henry let out a long groan, pulling his cock out of her anus and curving it on top of her to shoot his semen onto her stomach and breasts before slipping it back into her asshole.
“Mmm, ahhh, mmm,” said Clarice as she supported herself over Henry's body with Jared bent over her, both men busily drilling an orifice of hers. She was surprised to discover that the warm cum resting on her body made her feel more composed and calm somehow. She studied the milky fluid as it pasted the front part of her body so well; some pooled in her navel, some oozing off her breasts onto the side of her body, while others on her stomach and pussy. This was messy, but it felt wonderful, and she couldn't explain why.
They hammered harder into the Clarice's teenaged body, shaking her lower region so heavily by their pumping force that her moans and screams were quivering. She shut her eyes and said a high pitched, “Fuck.” Henry and Jared continued ramming her like so for an hour before they paused for a water break.
During the water break, Jared and Henry talked about what they were going to do next and how Clarice should take it as they dished it out to her. It was then that she realized she no longer felt like a girl simply getting double-penetrated, rather, they were all fucking as a team, working toward a common goal. The feeling in the pit of her stomach was giddiness and purpose.
As they walked back into the living room, Henry said, “Something just occurred to me. What if they don't provide a sofa, couch, or bed for your initiation? What if you get DP'ed on the bare floor?”
“Then we should take it to the floor this time,” said Clarice, and she began moving furniture to create space in the center of the living room. Henry and Jared looked at each other and back to the naked white girl rearranging the items in their house. Finally she huffed and said, “There. Now we've got some space to-what the fuck are you guys looking at?”
Jared laughed and said, “Watching you move our stuff around like that makes us so horny.”
Her angry look turned to one of curiosity. “Really? That is so weird.” Pointing at them, she continued, “You two are a couple of freaks to get turned on by something as mundane as that.”
Henry smiled and muttered, “Just when I was thinking it was going to be hard to start slapping you around all over again. Thanks for making it easier for me.”
Clarice put her hands on her hips and cocked her head. “I just made a statement. What's so insulting about that?”
Henry came within striking distance and backhanded her, spinning her almost completely around before she fell onto the floor. “Oh, shit. I think you broke my jaw.” He knew he hadn't. She was making it easier and easier and didn't know it. What a charmer.
“No more complaining, bitch. How many times-” he spanked her on the ass, “are we-” delivered a soft punch to the side of her stomach “going-” another soft punch to the other side of her gut, “to tell you-” turned her over and slapped her four times left to right on the face, “that.”
Clarice was whimpering and shedding tears again. Henry pulled her up so she was standing and shoved her to his uncle who groped her pussy and slapped her down there over and over again. She tried to make him stop, but he locked her hands together and slapped her harder and harder. She shouted and cried. Everything in her told her to put a stop to this, but the rational part of her mind won out. She needed to go through this if she wanted to be truly ready for next week.
Jared set her down on the floor and made her recline in his arms. Henry knelt opposing them and painfully grabbed Clarice's pussy, delving into it with his fingers, pulling out, and slapping her labia repeatedly. She yelled and Jared cut her off by backhanding and slapping each side of her face. Tears streamed profusely from her eyes.
She felt a two hands grab her boobs. One was Jared's, the others Henry's. They pinched her nipples and twisted them. She screamed and Jared quickly cupped her mouth with his hand. They continued to pinch and twist her nipples, while slapping her pussy and face, and several times delivering soft yet painful punches to her gut. When she made excessive noise by screaming or shouting or tried to break free from their hold, she was simply fed more pain and punishment, so she learned to take it silently and without resistance, even though it seemed like she would never find relief. They kept up the torture for what seemed like hours to her.
Finally, she was double-penetrated again: Henry on top, in her pussy, and Jared below her, stretching her anal opening with his cock. Henry thrust long and slow, while Jared refused to take into account the fact that his cock was way to thick to insert into Clarice's ass with abandon.
She screamed and cried softly as Jared drilled her ass, his hands holding her hips in place. She was now sandwiched between the two men. Henry lay flat on top of her, his chest pressed to her boobs and his cock filling her pussy with only half its length.
Clarice closed her eyes and humped her hips erotically, reaping pleasure from the pain that threatened to overwhelm her. She felt like a hand puppet or a glove with two strong and large arms filling and dominating her. They kept their positions in that state for an hour before turning Clarice over.
Henry then took to pumping her ass with his cock while Jared violated her pussy with his meat pole. “Fucckkk,” she yelled, breasts pressed against Jared's torso while his cock pumped upward into her vagina, and his nephew's cock drilled her ass.
After an hour of that, they took turns fucking her doggy style while one of them fed his cock into her mouth. And feeling a tad romantic, they asked her to one of their rooms (Jared's) and she said yes. In there, Jared fucked her missionary style for an hour and Henry took his turn with her in the same position for another hour. They took her back to the sofa and sat her between them. She told them to take turns fisting her, while she tongue-kissed them passionately one after the other for half an hour.
At 6 PM, Clarice left the Ossingale residence, fully satisfying two of its male occupants while also feeling sexually satiated herself.
Three days later, Clarice hadn't done anything overtly energetic and she felt like she needed to really perspire so she went to the tennis court dressed appropriately in all white.
While playing against one of the trainers, she noticed two Asian males watching her from another court. During the break she took, they came over to her and said hello. Making small talk with them, it occurred to Clarice that the Association could easily have two Asians, rather than two black guys, fuck her. They were a different race after all, and she had never fucked an Asian man before, much less two. Barbara hadn't said anything about a specific race being chosen for her rite of passage. It would be prudent to cover all possibilities.
At some point in their conversation, she told them that if they were interested, they could take her to their place and she would fuck them both just to get a feel for the erotic Oriental experience. She was writing a paper on it for one of her classes. (She wasn't writing any papers on such a subject, but it helped her credibility for whatever that was worth.)
One of the Asian males was Japanese. His name was Ben. The other man's name was Victor and he was Chinese. They told her they were very interested in helping her get a good grade for her paper and would gladly take her home with them.
They agreed to meet at Ben's house. Clarice rode with Victor in his car. Ben had a large house with everything inside easily accessed and controlled by remote. He let Clarice play around with the remote and she was delighted by the results she got from pressing random buttons. The two men were in their forties, but as they had proven on the court, they were still very active.
“I feel like taking a shower,” said Clarice. “If your shower is big enough, Ben, we could all three shower together.”
“I have a jacuzzi,” he said proudly.
They discarded their clothing and got into Ben's jacuzzi. Clarice enjoyed the frothing water, and it wasn't long before strong manly hands began touching her young nubile body. “Is that you, Ben, or is that Victor?”
Victor chuckled, “You'll have to guess.”
“I think it's both of you.”
“How did you know?”
“Um, maybe because I feel two pairs of hands groping my ass, tits, and pussy?”
The two men laughed and closed in on the teenager. She moaned as they pressed themselves into her. Victor gently humped his cock against Clarice's ass. Ben flicked foam at Clarice while he felt her lovely tits. “You guys are so touchy.” She was smiling and enjoying the water-borne erotic intimacy.
“You're so touchable,” said Victor. Beneath the surface, he grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks, inserting his cock smoothly into her anus.
“Ooh,” she cooed, smiling and caressing his head as he rested his chin on her left shoulder, steadily thrusting into her.
Ben saw that Victor had penetrated her first, but he didn't worry for long. Clarice invited him into her with a smile. Taking him in a friendly embrace, she felt him maneuver his cock expertly into her young pussy, filling her and exciting her senses in addition to Victor's anal probing with his meat rod.
With the aid of buoyancy in the water, they were able to drill into Clarice in more creative angles than if they had been on a hard surface with just the medium of air between them. Ben pushed forward, still inside her warm soft vagina, and Victor had to accede to him, reversing until he was pushed against the wall of the jacuzzi with Clarice pressed against him. This wasn't so bad. At least, he was still in her lovely ass.
Ben got in closer and thrust more passionately into Clarice, holding her legs wide open in the water. She moaned and opened herself up more to receive the pleasure of his pounding cock. He gave more and more of himself until she couldn't tell where he ended and she began. She cried out in passionate exultation and Ben followed after with a roar of conquest as his cock stiffened to the max and pumped in a majestic load of cum into the Caucasian teenager's pussy.
Pulling out of Clarice's pussy, Ben gave Victor a squeeze on the shoulder, letting the other man know that it was his turn to enter the young woman from the front entrance. Ben took Victor's place and inserted his rapidly recovering cock inside Clarice's anus, while also fondling her breasts that felt so ripe and juicy in the water.
“Hmmm, fuck my pussy, Victor,” said Clarice as he slipped into her lovely tenderness.
“Ohhh, you're so wonderful around my cock,” said Victor, and he began thrusting back and forth into her.
“Nothing, but the best for a nice guy like you, Vic.” She pulled him to her and kissed him deeply, humping her pelvis so perfectly that she made Ben cum in her anus and caused Victor to moan and soon shoot his reproductive fluid into her fertile womb. Clarice grinned and continued to flex her pelvis in an up-down-backward-forward motion, simultaneously moving her vaginal and anal crevices over the full lengths of both cocks penetrating her. She draped her arms over both males who sandwiched her and flexed her hips-pelvis brilliantly against both cocks for an hour, making her fuck buddies cum uncontrollably for an uncountable number of times.
She told Ben to give her the directions and she led both men to the master bedroom.
On the bed, she bade them lay back only several inches apart, and she worshiped their cocks with her gorgeous mouth and talented tongue, sucking, licking, and whatever else until they both came at least four times each. Clarice swallowed their loads, making sure they could see her roll the fluids around in her mouth, savoring the unique flavors before taking it down into her stomach. That drove them wild for her. She was happy.
Clarice mounted Ben's cock, bobbing, bouncing, gyrating, and slamming herself down on his ball sack and pelvis, grinding her labia mercilessly into him with a lustful smile on her face. She kept going on him until she exhausted him of five ejaculations.
She dismounted from Ben and mounted herself on Victor's cock. She rode Victor reverse, angling her head backwards to give him a sly grin as she slammed her buttocks and pussy down on his cock, giving him the most ultimate pleasure he would ever feel in his life. Victor went crazy at the site of her red hair, back and Caucasian ass crashing down on him in the most splendid fashion. He spanked her ass and she made her downward slamming more lustful and seductive, locking gazes with him and drawing him into her eyes of heat and young passion. She fucked him like that until he too had been delightfully robbed of five cum loads.
Clarice got off Victor and cock-sucked both he and Ben to sleep. “Thanks, guys,” she said, gazing down on their naked athletic mature bodies when they had fallen fully asleep and she had been sucking them for an hour and thirty-seven minutes. She kissed them both on their cheeks and exited the house.
Barbara Chen, her fellow power-holders of the VFA, and a group of VFA members all gathered at a warehouse the following Thursday – the day of initiations. The place was dust-free and polished. This was definitely a hideout for women by women. Feminine art hung on walls and were mounted on pedestals.
With a neutral expression on her face, Barbara said, “Clarice Wenlihg, we've been following you throughout last week and this week, and have observed all your activities. The leading members of the Vital Females Association no longer deem it necessary that you should go through the rite of passage chosen for you.”
Oh, no, thought Clarice. They've rejected me completely, not even bothering to give me a chance.
“You are hereby accepted into the VFA. May you prosper and excel under our banner.”
“What?” She couldn't believe what she just heard.
“Basically, what I said was, you're in. You're one of us now.”
“Awesome!” She jumped up and down and ran toward Barbara to give her a hug. VFA security appeared out of nowhere and stood in the way, hands on weapons. “Oh, uh, I'm sorry.” She made a prayerful thank you gesture to Barbara, who smiled and nodded.
One of the other power-holders, a woman by the name of Karen Halstrom stepped forward to hand over a blue folder to Clarice. “You will receive a secret membership ID tomorrow and your membership file is being created right now as we speak. What I have just given you is your first task as a member of this organization. You may open the folder now.”
Clarice opened the folder and saw that each sheet was a file containing a picture and details of a foreign dignitary. She looked up to see Karen who said, “You are to seduce and fuck each of these men in a limited time period of six months. We will put you through training on advanced hypnosis which will allow you to influence their minds so that they will all make decisions that will help us achieve our goals in the functions of the world. And when you have successfully completed that task, you will be given the longest and most sensitive assignment of your career as a VFA member.”
She handed Clarice a dark blue folder that contained just one file. It had the picture of a man, ordinary looking, but very eye-catching details typed on his file. Karen said, “This is the man who will be the next President of the United States of America. If he doesn't succeed on the first try, we will make sure he does on the second try. Your assignment is to be his wife. As you noticed, he is not Caucasian, but all the men in that blue folder, including this man, have a very strong lust for Caucasian women. It is through this means and the use of advanced hypnosis that we will use you, Clarice, as an instrument to help us shape the world into the proper kind of place we want it to be.”
Barbara stepped forward and gave Clarice a serious look. “Are you really with us?”
Eyes bright with anticipation, Clarice said, “When do I start?”
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