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OUR OWN KIND
During the funeral, CF Agent Bernhardt hide his anxiety and played the role he had been assigned with the PJ look–alike who sat next to him. He cast fond glances at her and even sometimes held her hand. He wished that, in fact, she had been Priscilla. He carried a heavy burden: Where are you? If he had only known that Priscilla was right there in the dungeon beneath the very seat in which he sat, he would have risked his life to save her. But he did not know that she was there, so he sat and pretended the look–alike was his “special someone.”
As he thought about the time that he and Priscilla first made love, he began caressing the shoulders and hands of her look–alike; and she performed her role, accordingly, moaning with pleasure beneath his massaging hands.
PG Comman
