Sex Ed
Another trip to Mr. Brown’s office. My sneakers squeaked the down empty
hall in a slow pace. I was in no hurry, I’d been through this routine
enough. I wandered into the office and gave Mrs. Russo, the secretary,
my usual grin.
“He’s waiting for you, Edward,” she replied with some impatience.
Brown was sitting at his desk and looked up at me with bifocals sitting
on the edge of his pointed nose.
“Close the door,” he ordered as I stepped into his office.
I turned and shut the door, catching one last peek at Mrs. Russo. She
gave me a secret wink before picking up the ringing phone.
Brown then went into his usual speech: “Edward, why do we have to make
this a regular thing? Don’t you want to finish high school? Aren’t you
embarrassed enough that you’re repeating the twelfth grade?”
OK, here’s my crime du jour: I was caught cutting out pictures of naked
women from an art book in the library. They weren’t even hot pictures,
just chubby chicks and shit like that. But it was porn, so I wanted a
sample.
“Have you been seeing the sex ther****t?” Brown asked me. You see, this
wasn’t the first time I did something of the sexual nature. He then ran
down my rap sheet, which includes: hiding in the girls locker room to
snap a few Poloroids of the soccer team dressing for practice, drawing
big tits on a chalk board in Mrs. Chambers’ room (Hey, Mrs. Chambers DID have
some rack on her), having Kate Upton's swimsuit photo in my
locker, and a number of times I had been caught getting a blow job in
the parking lot during lunch period.
Oh, and the sex ther****t I had been prescribed? He basically got off on hearing me talk about girls I knew. He was more perverted than me!
Anyway, Brown is done with his thing and tells me I’m to sit in his
office and read these three books he got talking all about sexual
behavior and whatnot. Hey, fuckin’ beats Chemistry class, I figured. He went
off for a meeting and said he’d be back by the final bell. I could
leave then. OK.
When he opens the door, Mrs. Russo was standing there with a blushed
look. “Oh, I was, um, about to knock,” she said. “I have a few messages
for you.”
I looked to her, she looked back with a pleasant smile. I sat
back in the chair next to Brown’s desk and looked over the first book.
Brown closed the door behind him. I looked at my watch. 11:35.
I went about twenty pages into the book, which some frigid woman with a
PhD wrote, talking all about the warning signs of a sexual predator. I
sure fit the profile, but I never looked at myself as a predator. Shit,
I just liked sex. That’s not a crime, is it?
I put the book down and started to look around the room. Big desk. I wondered if Brown ever
thought of banging Russo on it. She might have been game. Mrs. Russo
was a sweet woman, I guessed late 30s/early 40s. Kind of on the heavy side, but
built nice. Reddish-brown hair, deep, cheerful brown eyes and a quick
smile. She was always nice to me.
I imagined everyone having sex. It was like a game. I’d see two teachers
talking and try to picture them going at it. Man with woman, woman with
woman, whatever. It was fun. Some I could easily picture. Some, like
Brown or Mrs. Chambers, no fucking way.
Now Mrs. Russo...
Around noon, there was a knock at the door and then it opened. It was
Mrs. Russo.
“Lunch time, Edward. Are you hungry?”
I turned from the window. “Not really,” I said with a bummed-out voice.
I still had two hours to go.
“Aw,” she said, tilting her head to the side. “You okay?”
I nodded and slumped into the chair. I picked up the second book and
Mrs. Russo came closer to see it.
“He’s got you reading THAT?” she asked. I heard the door close behind
her.
I looked up. “That’s what he wants me to do,” I replied with a shrug.
“Everyone thinks I have a problem.”
Mrs. Russo leaned her round, ample rear on the edge of the desk right in
front of me. My eyes went right to her tits, which stretched the
material of her blouse. At the right angle, you could see her bra
between the buttons. So, of course, I was immediately distracted.
She noticed it right away.
“Edward?” she asked.
I looked up in her eyes. She grinned.
“You really can’t help yourself, can’t you?”
I looked down to her feet and glanced once up her shins, which were
covered by stockings. “No,” I said. “It’s just a habit.”
“Some people you know don’t like that very much,” she said, folding her
arms across her big chest.
I gave her a sheepish look. “I know,” I said.
“But,” she said, lifting my chin with her finger, “some people
enjoy it, too.”
She looked nervously to the door and then to the window. We were on the
first floor, but the window looked out to the empty, unused utility area. Rain was
pouring down outside.
Mrs. Russo then stepped away from the desk and I leaned back in my chair
again. She smoothed her hands over her skirt on her wide hips a few times and kept
giving me a funny look.
Finally, she cleared her throat and spoke.
“So,” she said nervously, still checking the door with her eyes.
I looked up at her, totally confused.
"Yeah?"
“Would you like to....look at me?” she finally said.
Did I hear her right?
My cock practically sprang into immediate erection. I tried not to smile, but I couldn’t fight it. This was way too cool. I nodded to her and dropped my eyes right on her heaving bombs.
She unbuttoned the top three buttons of her red blouse. Her pearls hung
off her bare, lightly freckled neck. I could see start of her cleavage.
She then stopped.
“No, I shouldn’t do this,” she said, looking panicked.
Was this a set-up? Was Brown outside the door waiting to expel me if I do something stupid here?
Mrs. Russo quickly moved around me to the door. I thought she was about to leave. But then I heard a click. She locked the door, turned and faced me.
My cock was already pressing hard against my pants. I couldn't hide it. Mrs. Russo noticed
it right away.
She blushed.
"He will be gone for hours," she said, looking out the window in a voice that sounded like she was convincing herself.
She went back to her buttons. Four, five, six and seven. The blouse was pulled out of her skirt and flowed open down the
middle, exposing her flowered bra with two delicious mounds tucked in the purple cups.
“Whoa,” I said softly, slipping my hand over my crotch to try to hide my erection.
"Wh-what are you...?" I said.
She gave me a stern look while unfastening her skirt.
"Are you all talk, Edward? Are you a virgin?"
I shook my head no. Truth is, I have had sex. But not with a woman. Not with a married woman. Who, by the way, happens to be the dean's secretary!
"So you're a horny boy, aren't you?" she then asked.
I nodded.
"Insatiable, aren't you?"
I nodded again.
"You think about it all the time, don't you?"
I nodded. She was intimidating me more than Mr. Brown.
Her skirt fell to the floor and she stepped away from it. She stood before me in a bra and
pantyhose.
Is this real life? I thought.
“Let me see you,” she then said to me, running her hands over
her hips. I pulled off my t-shirt and exposed my hairless, tight pecs
and flat stomach. She grinned and let out a quick sigh.
"I mean, let me see what you're hiding from me," she said.
She then reached for the straps of her bra and playfully pulled them down off
her shoulders then back up. She pulled one side down and peeled it
enough so that the cup came away from her breast. Then back up.
“Don't you want to see more?” she asked with almost a giddy laugh.
I nodded and bit my bottom lip.
"Show me," she said, "and I'll show you."
I unfastened my jeans and opened them. I pulled my swelling young cock out for her to see. It stood upright and pulsed in the air with anticipation.
Her eyes gazed at it and she smiled.
"Mmm, so nice, Edward," she said.
She then reached behind her and unclasped the bra, allowing her breasts to fall freely. The straps slid off her arms and
to her finger. She dropped it on the floor.
My eyes widened. My cock grew. My body trembled and I began to sweat.
Her tits were, of course, on the fat side, which, to me, is never a bad thing. Wide pink areolas and little perky
nipples. There was some sag and some wrinkle, which comes with big naturals. I was well-versed enough in porn to know that.
To me , it just added character.
She was all woman.
She was also horny as fuck. Crazy, too, just like me. What the hell was she doing? I mean, she could get fired for this.
“Do you want to touch them?” she asked me.
Of course I do!
I nodded and reached with my hand.
I cupped her heavy breast and then ran my thumb over her
nipple. She sighed again and closed her eyes. I then reached with my
other hand and fondled her large mounds. She slid her hands to her
stomach and caressed her skin. My mouth watered as I mashed the tits
together and pinched a little on her nipples. She gasped.
“Oooh,” she said with a breathy whisper. "You've done this before."
Yes, I had. My cousin, Jeanie, has nice tits. We've been playing with each other for years. But that's another story.
"You are such a bad boy, Edward," Mrs. Russo cooed. "Boys shouldn’t do such things to women. You are not
old enough to know these things.”
She reached for me to stand up. My rock-hard cock pointed out from the fly of my jeans. It
practically poked her stomach. My hands continued to work her mounds. I ran my tongue around her nipple. I
then sucked on each and kissed her from her neck and back down to her
nipples. She dropped her head back and fell against the desk. I stepped
between her parted thighs and followed instinct.
“Now, don't stop,” she ordered.
I bit her nipple and she squealed. Her hand went right for my cock and
she aggressively yanked it out from my underwear and stroked it madly.
That sent an explosion of adrenaline through my body. I devoured her chest more until she pushed me back into the chair. I
watched her get to her knees and look up at me like the cock-hungry whore she was.
This was beyond surreal.
She licked my shaft a few times and then took my head to her lips. I
felt her lipstick smear on my cock and then her tongue flick my head.
Then she took it deep into her mouth. My balls were already swelling
when she grabbed her tits and lifted them up and surrounded my cock
with them. I began ramming my cock into her mouth, with her fat tits
hugging it. She made slurping noises and gasped a few times for air. I
was ready to blow when I looked down and saw her thick, round ass wiggling behind her.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she then whispered with my cock against her cheek.
"Yeah," I whispered back breathlessly.
She rose up and leaned against Brown’s desk, turning her ass toward me. Her pussy, nestled in a neaty-trimmed bush, was boiling hot, as well. My cock was already burning just as my head found her soaking lips. The room stank of young sweat and mature lust.
The minute I slid into her, I knew it would be quick. Her folds were
meaty and soft and incredibly slick. Her muscles grabbed a hold of my shaft and pulsed. I reached around to her tits and
pinched her nipples more.
She gasped and ordered. “Fuck me. Fuck me
hard. Bury that young cock into me. You bad boy, you dirty boy.”
I pumped my cock up under her and she leaned on the desk and gasped and moaned. She bit her hand to keep from getting louder. The desk shook and Mr. Brown's pen cup was knocked over and spilled pens.
The book he instructed me to read was right under her face.
Yes, Mr. Brown, I needed sexual education, I thought to myself while I fucked his moaning, big-assed secretary on his desk. But what was happening here on your desk is something that doesn't come in a book.
That thought gave me an idea.
At any second, I was ready to fire hot cum all over her. I held it as
long as I could.
“Ohhh-ohh,” she moaned, gripping the side of the desk. “Uhh, uhhhhh . ..”
“You nasty boy,” she said. "Oh what a bad, bad boy. Don't you dare cum yet. Don't you dare."
I couldn't help it. I pulled out and fired cum against her bare ass. She raised up and grabbed my cock and pushed it against her ass and stroked my cock. I reached for the book.
She turned her head curiously and watched me with a grin.
I milked my shaft for a few last drools of cum and watched it ooze onto the open text.
"Lesson learned," I mumbled as I closed the book and dropped it on his desk.
She covered her mouth and chuckled.
"That was only Chapter One," she said as she fondled my balls and kissed my chest.
"I can't wait for Chapter Two," I replied.
Just then the bell rang throughout the school. It was almost time for last period.
She grabbed some tissues from a box on the desk and wiped her cooch and quickly dressed herself. I tucked in my cock, zipped up my jeans and fell back in the chair, sat there and watched.
Mrs. Russo didn't have a great body. But as I watched her put the purple bra back on, there was no denying that she really had some huge tits. There was also no denying she was exactly what I needed.
She tucked in her blouse and zipped up her skirt. She smoothed the skirt over her hips.
She then stood in front of me, looking down as I sat in the chair.
“Well, I don’t think that will cure you,” she then said. “But, maybe next time you’re having urges, you’ll know you can just come see me.”
I smiled.
I nodded.
She then checked the door and opened it. No one was around. Within a few
minutes, she was at her desk checking messages while I was sitting in
the chair, staring at the pages of the second book he left for me to read.
Brown returned a short while later, giving me a curious look and then a
glance around the room.
“You learn anything useful during this time?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I smiled, looking out to Mrs. Russo. “I learned an amazing lesson. I'll never forget it."
"Good," he said. "Now get outta here."
"Mr. Brown?"
"What is it?"
"Can I keep that book? You know...so I can learn more?"
Brown picked up the book that I came onto just after fucking his secretary.
He smiled and handed it to me.
I walked past Mrs. Russo's desk, held up the book and said, "I'll be uh, reading this a lot."
She winked and said, "I hope so."
hall in a slow pace. I was in no hurry, I’d been through this routine
enough. I wandered into the office and gave Mrs. Russo, the secretary,
my usual grin.
“He’s waiting for you, Edward,” she replied with some impatience.
Brown was sitting at his desk and looked up at me with bifocals sitting
on the edge of his pointed nose.
“Close the door,” he ordered as I stepped into his office.
I turned and shut the door, catching one last peek at Mrs. Russo. She
gave me a secret wink before picking up the ringing phone.
Brown then went into his usual speech: “Edward, why do we have to make
this a regular thing? Don’t you want to finish high school? Aren’t you
embarrassed enough that you’re repeating the twelfth grade?”
OK, here’s my crime du jour: I was caught cutting out pictures of naked
women from an art book in the library. They weren’t even hot pictures,
just chubby chicks and shit like that. But it was porn, so I wanted a
sample.
“Have you been seeing the sex ther****t?” Brown asked me. You see, this
wasn’t the first time I did something of the sexual nature. He then ran
down my rap sheet, which includes: hiding in the girls locker room to
snap a few Poloroids of the soccer team dressing for practice, drawing
big tits on a chalk board in Mrs. Chambers’ room (Hey, Mrs. Chambers DID have
some rack on her), having Kate Upton's swimsuit photo in my
locker, and a number of times I had been caught getting a blow job in
the parking lot during lunch period.
Oh, and the sex ther****t I had been prescribed? He basically got off on hearing me talk about girls I knew. He was more perverted than me!
Anyway, Brown is done with his thing and tells me I’m to sit in his
office and read these three books he got talking all about sexual
behavior and whatnot. Hey, fuckin’ beats Chemistry class, I figured. He went
off for a meeting and said he’d be back by the final bell. I could
leave then. OK.
When he opens the door, Mrs. Russo was standing there with a blushed
look. “Oh, I was, um, about to knock,” she said. “I have a few messages
for you.”
I looked to her, she looked back with a pleasant smile. I sat
back in the chair next to Brown’s desk and looked over the first book.
Brown closed the door behind him. I looked at my watch. 11:35.
I went about twenty pages into the book, which some frigid woman with a
PhD wrote, talking all about the warning signs of a sexual predator. I
sure fit the profile, but I never looked at myself as a predator. Shit,
I just liked sex. That’s not a crime, is it?
I put the book down and started to look around the room. Big desk. I wondered if Brown ever
thought of banging Russo on it. She might have been game. Mrs. Russo
was a sweet woman, I guessed late 30s/early 40s. Kind of on the heavy side, but
built nice. Reddish-brown hair, deep, cheerful brown eyes and a quick
smile. She was always nice to me.
I imagined everyone having sex. It was like a game. I’d see two teachers
talking and try to picture them going at it. Man with woman, woman with
woman, whatever. It was fun. Some I could easily picture. Some, like
Brown or Mrs. Chambers, no fucking way.
Now Mrs. Russo...
Around noon, there was a knock at the door and then it opened. It was
Mrs. Russo.
“Lunch time, Edward. Are you hungry?”
I turned from the window. “Not really,” I said with a bummed-out voice.
I still had two hours to go.
“Aw,” she said, tilting her head to the side. “You okay?”
I nodded and slumped into the chair. I picked up the second book and
Mrs. Russo came closer to see it.
“He’s got you reading THAT?” she asked. I heard the door close behind
her.
I looked up. “That’s what he wants me to do,” I replied with a shrug.
“Everyone thinks I have a problem.”
Mrs. Russo leaned her round, ample rear on the edge of the desk right in
front of me. My eyes went right to her tits, which stretched the
material of her blouse. At the right angle, you could see her bra
between the buttons. So, of course, I was immediately distracted.
She noticed it right away.
“Edward?” she asked.
I looked up in her eyes. She grinned.
“You really can’t help yourself, can’t you?”
I looked down to her feet and glanced once up her shins, which were
covered by stockings. “No,” I said. “It’s just a habit.”
“Some people you know don’t like that very much,” she said, folding her
arms across her big chest.
I gave her a sheepish look. “I know,” I said.
“But,” she said, lifting my chin with her finger, “some people
enjoy it, too.”
She looked nervously to the door and then to the window. We were on the
first floor, but the window looked out to the empty, unused utility area. Rain was
pouring down outside.
Mrs. Russo then stepped away from the desk and I leaned back in my chair
again. She smoothed her hands over her skirt on her wide hips a few times and kept
giving me a funny look.
Finally, she cleared her throat and spoke.
“So,” she said nervously, still checking the door with her eyes.
I looked up at her, totally confused.
"Yeah?"
“Would you like to....look at me?” she finally said.
Did I hear her right?
My cock practically sprang into immediate erection. I tried not to smile, but I couldn’t fight it. This was way too cool. I nodded to her and dropped my eyes right on her heaving bombs.
She unbuttoned the top three buttons of her red blouse. Her pearls hung
off her bare, lightly freckled neck. I could see start of her cleavage.
She then stopped.
“No, I shouldn’t do this,” she said, looking panicked.
Was this a set-up? Was Brown outside the door waiting to expel me if I do something stupid here?
Mrs. Russo quickly moved around me to the door. I thought she was about to leave. But then I heard a click. She locked the door, turned and faced me.
My cock was already pressing hard against my pants. I couldn't hide it. Mrs. Russo noticed
it right away.
She blushed.
"He will be gone for hours," she said, looking out the window in a voice that sounded like she was convincing herself.
She went back to her buttons. Four, five, six and seven. The blouse was pulled out of her skirt and flowed open down the
middle, exposing her flowered bra with two delicious mounds tucked in the purple cups.
“Whoa,” I said softly, slipping my hand over my crotch to try to hide my erection.
"Wh-what are you...?" I said.
She gave me a stern look while unfastening her skirt.
"Are you all talk, Edward? Are you a virgin?"
I shook my head no. Truth is, I have had sex. But not with a woman. Not with a married woman. Who, by the way, happens to be the dean's secretary!
"So you're a horny boy, aren't you?" she then asked.
I nodded.
"Insatiable, aren't you?"
I nodded again.
"You think about it all the time, don't you?"
I nodded. She was intimidating me more than Mr. Brown.
Her skirt fell to the floor and she stepped away from it. She stood before me in a bra and
pantyhose.
Is this real life? I thought.
“Let me see you,” she then said to me, running her hands over
her hips. I pulled off my t-shirt and exposed my hairless, tight pecs
and flat stomach. She grinned and let out a quick sigh.
"I mean, let me see what you're hiding from me," she said.
She then reached for the straps of her bra and playfully pulled them down off
her shoulders then back up. She pulled one side down and peeled it
enough so that the cup came away from her breast. Then back up.
“Don't you want to see more?” she asked with almost a giddy laugh.
I nodded and bit my bottom lip.
"Show me," she said, "and I'll show you."
I unfastened my jeans and opened them. I pulled my swelling young cock out for her to see. It stood upright and pulsed in the air with anticipation.
Her eyes gazed at it and she smiled.
"Mmm, so nice, Edward," she said.
She then reached behind her and unclasped the bra, allowing her breasts to fall freely. The straps slid off her arms and
to her finger. She dropped it on the floor.
My eyes widened. My cock grew. My body trembled and I began to sweat.
Her tits were, of course, on the fat side, which, to me, is never a bad thing. Wide pink areolas and little perky
nipples. There was some sag and some wrinkle, which comes with big naturals. I was well-versed enough in porn to know that.
To me , it just added character.
She was all woman.
She was also horny as fuck. Crazy, too, just like me. What the hell was she doing? I mean, she could get fired for this.
“Do you want to touch them?” she asked me.
Of course I do!
I nodded and reached with my hand.
I cupped her heavy breast and then ran my thumb over her
nipple. She sighed again and closed her eyes. I then reached with my
other hand and fondled her large mounds. She slid her hands to her
stomach and caressed her skin. My mouth watered as I mashed the tits
together and pinched a little on her nipples. She gasped.
“Oooh,” she said with a breathy whisper. "You've done this before."
Yes, I had. My cousin, Jeanie, has nice tits. We've been playing with each other for years. But that's another story.
"You are such a bad boy, Edward," Mrs. Russo cooed. "Boys shouldn’t do such things to women. You are not
old enough to know these things.”
She reached for me to stand up. My rock-hard cock pointed out from the fly of my jeans. It
practically poked her stomach. My hands continued to work her mounds. I ran my tongue around her nipple. I
then sucked on each and kissed her from her neck and back down to her
nipples. She dropped her head back and fell against the desk. I stepped
between her parted thighs and followed instinct.
“Now, don't stop,” she ordered.
I bit her nipple and she squealed. Her hand went right for my cock and
she aggressively yanked it out from my underwear and stroked it madly.
That sent an explosion of adrenaline through my body. I devoured her chest more until she pushed me back into the chair. I
watched her get to her knees and look up at me like the cock-hungry whore she was.
This was beyond surreal.
She licked my shaft a few times and then took my head to her lips. I
felt her lipstick smear on my cock and then her tongue flick my head.
Then she took it deep into her mouth. My balls were already swelling
when she grabbed her tits and lifted them up and surrounded my cock
with them. I began ramming my cock into her mouth, with her fat tits
hugging it. She made slurping noises and gasped a few times for air. I
was ready to blow when I looked down and saw her thick, round ass wiggling behind her.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she then whispered with my cock against her cheek.
"Yeah," I whispered back breathlessly.
She rose up and leaned against Brown’s desk, turning her ass toward me. Her pussy, nestled in a neaty-trimmed bush, was boiling hot, as well. My cock was already burning just as my head found her soaking lips. The room stank of young sweat and mature lust.
The minute I slid into her, I knew it would be quick. Her folds were
meaty and soft and incredibly slick. Her muscles grabbed a hold of my shaft and pulsed. I reached around to her tits and
pinched her nipples more.
She gasped and ordered. “Fuck me. Fuck me
hard. Bury that young cock into me. You bad boy, you dirty boy.”
I pumped my cock up under her and she leaned on the desk and gasped and moaned. She bit her hand to keep from getting louder. The desk shook and Mr. Brown's pen cup was knocked over and spilled pens.
The book he instructed me to read was right under her face.
Yes, Mr. Brown, I needed sexual education, I thought to myself while I fucked his moaning, big-assed secretary on his desk. But what was happening here on your desk is something that doesn't come in a book.
That thought gave me an idea.
At any second, I was ready to fire hot cum all over her. I held it as
long as I could.
“Ohhh-ohh,” she moaned, gripping the side of the desk. “Uhh, uhhhhh . ..”
“You nasty boy,” she said. "Oh what a bad, bad boy. Don't you dare cum yet. Don't you dare."
I couldn't help it. I pulled out and fired cum against her bare ass. She raised up and grabbed my cock and pushed it against her ass and stroked my cock. I reached for the book.
She turned her head curiously and watched me with a grin.
I milked my shaft for a few last drools of cum and watched it ooze onto the open text.
"Lesson learned," I mumbled as I closed the book and dropped it on his desk.
She covered her mouth and chuckled.
"That was only Chapter One," she said as she fondled my balls and kissed my chest.
"I can't wait for Chapter Two," I replied.
Just then the bell rang throughout the school. It was almost time for last period.
She grabbed some tissues from a box on the desk and wiped her cooch and quickly dressed herself. I tucked in my cock, zipped up my jeans and fell back in the chair, sat there and watched.
Mrs. Russo didn't have a great body. But as I watched her put the purple bra back on, there was no denying that she really had some huge tits. There was also no denying she was exactly what I needed.
She tucked in her blouse and zipped up her skirt. She smoothed the skirt over her hips.
She then stood in front of me, looking down as I sat in the chair.
“Well, I don’t think that will cure you,” she then said. “But, maybe next time you’re having urges, you’ll know you can just come see me.”
I smiled.
I nodded.
She then checked the door and opened it. No one was around. Within a few
minutes, she was at her desk checking messages while I was sitting in
the chair, staring at the pages of the second book he left for me to read.
Brown returned a short while later, giving me a curious look and then a
glance around the room.
“You learn anything useful during this time?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I smiled, looking out to Mrs. Russo. “I learned an amazing lesson. I'll never forget it."
"Good," he said. "Now get outta here."
"Mr. Brown?"
"What is it?"
"Can I keep that book? You know...so I can learn more?"
Brown picked up the book that I came onto just after fucking his secretary.
He smiled and handed it to me.
I walked past Mrs. Russo's desk, held up the book and said, "I'll be uh, reading this a lot."
She winked and said, "I hope so."
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