Luke "Trust me," she said, two fingers with something cold and slippery on them, poised at the edge of my arse and she said, "Trust me." On one hand, each time I had said it to her, she did with little to no hesitation. On the other, what did I really know about this person with her fingers ready to go where no one had gone before. The 'bunny boiler' thought sprang to mind just to add
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