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slowly and gently,
in and out, over and over and over again. He knew it was burning, he knew
she was struggling against it, and he also knew Mikie Hara wanted it, more than
she wanted almost anything else. He could feel Mikie's trying to relax, feel
her trying to work with him. And yet he knew he was hurting Mikie's , knew Mikie Hara
had enough of him there. He moved inside of Mikie's for a minute more, and
then, slowly, pulled his finger out and removed the glove. He heard Mikie's
sigh with relief and could see Mikie's start to relax.
He threw the glove down onto the floor. Without warning, he slapped Mikie's
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