{"id":1674,"date":"2013-09-04T22:34:31","date_gmt":"2013-09-04T22:34:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/?p=1674"},"modified":"2013-09-04T22:34:31","modified_gmt":"2013-09-04T22:34:31","slug":"a-lesson-in-manners","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/a-lesson-in-manners\/","title":{"rendered":"A Lesson in Manners"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span><\/b>Bill glanced at his Rolex as he entered the coffee shop; he was in a rush to get to the office as usual. The tables were crowded with customers, but the line was not too long this morning, about five people. He would be pushing his luck, but he dreaded facing a day of client interviews and meetings without his morning latte. He took his place at the end of the line.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She was there again, two customers ahead of him. Recognizing her gave Bill a pang of annoyance. On Monday they had had an altercation. He had been running particularly late that morning, and had shouldered to the head of the line. The others on line didn\u2019t make a peep, but she had turned out to be pretty feisty. First she had scolded him for his bad manners. When he had tried to give her the brush off (\u201cLook, lady, I\u2019m in a rush\u2026.\u201d) instead of clamming up she had gotten angry. What had she called him? A boor? A jackass? Anyway, it had been a lot of trouble to get a freaking latte. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As Bill reminisced, she turned and noticed him on line, making him shift his stance uncomfortably. She did not acknowledge him verbally, but her cool green eyes registered his presence. This is the way it had been for four days since that first meeting. She had been here on line as he arrived, and he was forced to bear her presence in embarrassed silence while he waited his turn.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Bill reflected on what a shame it was. She was good-looking. No, better than that. She was hot. Totally hot. She had an hourglass figure that was to die for, gorgeous tits, and long shapely legs that were almost always displayed to heartbreaking effect by her dress or skirt and stockings. Curly blond hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her eyes\u2026those green eyes. Bill could not help regret that he had lost the chance to hit on her.\u00a0 <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Maybe he would get another pass, though. These spirited types often had a soft center. If he flashed her his watch, his car, maybe drop a nice word or two, she would roll over and show him her belly. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As he waited on line Bill noticed a strange atmosphere in the coffee shop. It had been like this for the last few days. People seemed to be looking at him. Not staring, not even looking directly at him. Sneaking glimpses of him out of the corners of their eyes. Like they all knew something he didn\u2019t. Like they were waiting for something. Bill shook himself to dispel such notions. It was the lack of caffeine talking.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The blond got to the head of the line. Instead of giving the counter boy her order, she turned around.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBill?\u201d she asked. Bill had a moment to wonder why she knew his name. \u201cWhat do you think when I say the word \u2018kumquat?\u2019\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Bill grew very relaxed. His eyes glazed over, his shoulders slumped. A few snickers could be heard around the room from those who had been anticipating this transformation. Bill took no notice.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI await Your orders, Goddess Marquesa,\u201d Bill intoned, his voice flat. He spoke as if through a heavy haze of sleep. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cVery good, Bill,\u201d said Goddess Marquesa. \u201cIt is time for your lesson in manners. I told you that we would do this every day of this week since I first hypnotized you on Monday. Since it is now Friday, today your lessons will be complete.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes, Goddess,\u201d Bill replied, his eyes open but unfocused.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cFirst things first,\u201d announced the Goddess, very business-like, \u201cgive Me your wallet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Bill removed his wallet from his pocket and handed it to Goddess Marquesa.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cBill would like to buy everyone here coffee, isn\u2019t that right, Bill?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes, Goddess.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She took two-hundred dollars from Bill\u2019s wallet and handed it to the boy behind the counter. \u201cHere,\u201d She said, \u201cgive everyone what they want and take a nice tip for yourself and your co-workers.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThanks!\u201d the boy said, beaming. He had been cleaning up this way all week.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Goddess Marquesa handed the wallet back to Bill. \u201cPut that away,\u201d She ordered. Bill did as She said. \u201cAll right,\u201d She continued, \u201cnext order of business. What shall we have you do to entertain us today? Hmmm\u2026.what is your favorite song?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201c\u2018Danny Boy,\u2019 Goddess.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cOh, lovely. Sing it for us now, Bill.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Bill launched into a rendition of \u201cDanny Boy.\u201d It was off key and strained, but sung with feeling. When he finished the entire coffee shop burst into laughter and applause.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cThat was very nice, Bill,\u201d remarked Goddess Marquesa. \u201cNow to top it off, I would like you to unbuckle your pants and let them drop around your ankles.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Bill did so, revealing boxers imprinted with the logo of the Chicago Bulls.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When the laughter in the shop subsided, Goddess Marquesa said, \u201cThe past few days I have had you suit up and wiped your memory before bringing you out of trance, Bill. Since today is your last lesson, however, we will do things differently. I am going to bring you around just as you are now. When I count to three you will awaken. This time you will not forget having been in trance. You will remember everything that happened here this morning, and everything I have made you do since I first put you under on Monday. Do you understand?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes, Goddess.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cListen carefully then\u2026One\u2026.two\u2026.THREE!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Bills eyes came into focus. As memory flooded back, his cheeks flushed red hot. Everyone around him was staring, pointing, laughing. Rage boiled up in him.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou f&*%ing $#@~!\u201d he screamed, rushing to pull his trousers back up. \u201cHow dare you do this to me!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Goddess Marquesa smiled. She stood very placidly, Her demeanor little changed from the moment he had first walked in the shop. \u201cYou brought this on yourself, Bill. In time you\u2019ll see this wasn\u2019t a punishment, this was a gift.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re crazy!\u201d he screamed. \u201cJust wait. I\u2019ll get you! I\u2019ll get you if it\u2019s the last thing I do!\u201d With that Bill stormed out, followed by gales of laughter, his latte forgotten.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Several months later, Goddess Marquesa emerged from the coffee shop, a cappuccino in Her hand. Before She could walk more than a few steps, Her path was blocked. It was Bill.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHello, Bill,\u201d She offered, Her tone light, Her expression calm.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cUh\u2026.hello\u2026\u201d Bill stuttered, tension straining his face and voice.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Goddess Marquesa did not move to make further conversation, but stood assessing Bill with polite disinterest. She sipped Her cappuccino. <\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 After a few awkward moments, Bill burst forth, \u201cI\u2026I can\u2019t stop thinking of You\u2026.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSo now you have come to \u2018get me?\u2019\u201d the Goddess asked, amused.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo\u2026.yes\u2026I mean\u2026I was so angry\u2026I know I should hate You, but I can\u2019t\u2026.I can\u2019t feel anything but\u2026but….\u201d Bill could not force himself to say the word.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes?\u201d asked Goddess Marquesa, stepping in close so that Bill could feel her breath on his neck as She spoke.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cLove,\u201d Bill gasped, \u201cI love You. I need You desperately\u2026.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Goddess Marquesa gave a polite laugh, as if someone had just attempted a joke. \u201cYes, that usually happens to men who get a taste of my power.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cPlease, I\u2019ve never felt anything like this\u2026I don\u2019t know what to do\u2026.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019ve been fighting these feelings for months, haven\u2019t you, Bill?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes, Goddess,\u201d he breathed.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAnd you can\u2019t resist them, they\u2019ve overwhelmed you\u2026\u2019<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSo now you would do anything. If I said that to be with Me you would have to be My slave that wouldn\u2019t deter you, would it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo\u2026,\u201d his pupils were dilating, his gaze fixated upon Her emerald eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIn fact, the idea excites you, doesn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes\u2026God help me, it does\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAnd you would do anything to become My plaything. Buy Me jewels, cars\u2026you could afford a great deal and you would go considerably beyond what you could afford, yes?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes, Goddess\u2026anything\u2026.\u201d Bill\u2019s breathing was coming in short gasps, his mounting excitement had caused his eyes to droop half closed.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWell forget it, Bill,\u201d Goddess Marquesa declaimed, Her tone suddenly icy. \u201cI don\u2019t accept anyone who has been so rude to Me as a slave.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cWhat?\u201d gasped Bill, his eyes and mouth gaping.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou thought that what I did to you in the shop was punishment,\u201d the Goddess explained, \u201cbut it was a gift. I gave you those memories so that you can masturbate yourself to sleep at night while you yearn for Me. The punishment, dear boy, is what you are feeling right now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Bill fell to his knees, tears gushing from his eyes. His voice burst forth in great wrenching sobs, like that of a wounded animal.\u00a0 \u201cNo! No, please!\u201d he cried.\u00a0 \u201cDon\u2019t do this to me! Please, Goddess! Don\u2019t go! Come back\u2026.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAh\u2026\u201d Goddess Marquesa sighed contentedly, her back to Bill as She walked away, \u201clesson learned.\u201d She took a sip of Her drink and walked on, Her step light and Her spirits high\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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