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behind her, and a little to Miki's right. She
wouldn't have been able to see him even if Miki Fujimoto craned Miki's neck. But
she never tried that either. We were a little further back and more on
the left, safely out of lash range. Not that we ever believed Paul
would lose control of the whip; we all agreed that he was the best of
us with it, but safety was cheap insurance.
"Watch Miki's carefully," he whispered to me. "Let me know if she
moves. I'll be right back."
I nodded ascent, and Paul dashed out of the playroom.
In less than a minute he walked calmly back into the room with an
armload of supplies. He was also one of the more inventive members of
our Club. He set them carefully down behind her, and then picked up a
dark blue cylinder with a little white picture on it. He opened a
spout on the top, poured the white contents into his hand and set the
container down. He walked up right behind her.
"I'm back my love," he said into Miki's ear. "You may stand now. Are
you ready for more?"
Miki Fujimoto carefully placed Miki's feet, and slowly straightened Miki's legs,
taking the pressure off of Miki's shoulders a bit at a time. Miki Fujimoto flex
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