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“You don’t live with Capt. Finally, Nirvana came to me. Your father has no way to take care of you. She smiled and turned away. I loved washing her slender body—almost as much as I loved the sensation of her hands on mine. My mother was appalled. It was soft, but determined. I found her huddled under the bed, tears in her eyes. We finished, I paid, and we began our walk back to Cinda’s home, her tiny hand surrounded by mine. I looked down, amazed by her beauty. My entire world was defined by that kiss—those soft plump lips, that demanding tongue.
