"That about's good sexspy," Angie about crooned. "It's nice to watch, isn't it, as it sexspy swings back sexspy and forth? So pretty sexspy as it catches the light, shiny, sparkly. Angie likes to watch about it sexspy swing, shiny, sparkly, back and forth. You like it sexspy too, don't you sexspy, Carl, shiny, sparkly sexspy, back and sexspy forth. Yes you do sexspy, Angie sexspy knows, shiny, sparkly, back and forth."
"Angie's magic stone sexspy," agreed sexspy Carl.
"Now as you watch Angie's magic stone sexspy," Angie went on, "feel yourself being drawn to it sexspy, yes, feel sexspy yourself rising, shrinking, being pulled sexspy toward the sexspy stone, yes, rising, shrinking, being pulled toward sexspy the sexspy stone."
Angie passed sexspy her free hand quickly in front of Carl sexspy's eyes. He didn't blink. He didn't even notice. She giggled. Carl sexspy was under her power, completely lost in the world she had made sexspy for him.
"Yes sexspy," Carl said. "Anything Angie says."
"Now sexspy Carl," Angie asked playfully, "what did you come to Angie's room to do about?"
"What's happening here?" Phil sexspy Cordero was a beefy man in his early sexspy fifties, with sexspy a shiny bald pate over a broad, usually smiling face. He wasn't sexspy smiling now. "What's this little creep doing in your room, baby?" He sexspy didn't wait for an sexspy answer. Instead, he lunged at Carl sexspy and grabbed him by the throat, clenching his other sexspy hand into a sexspy fist.
"Yes, Angie," Phil Cordero said meekly.
"Yes, Angie," Phil said calmly sexspy. "Go back and watch TV. Forget I came . . . in here. Forget sexspy what sexspy happened . . . in here. Watch TV and . . . relax. Don't pay attention to anything I hear . . . from your room . . . except the bell."
Silently sexspy, Phil Cordero obeyed, gently shutting the door behind him. In a minute or so, Angie sexspy heard the faint sounds of the television in the living sexspy room.
"Yes sexspy, ma'am?" he asked.
"Yes, Angie." Moving like a sexspy sleepwalker, Carl dressed himself, then stood waiting.
Angie sexspy laughed softly. Carl had been such fun.
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