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Annette wanted to ask somebody at the grocery which of the apples would be easiest to hold in her mouth all day, but she couldn’t think of a good follow-up and didn’t really want to divulge the rest. They ended up settling on a carrot–less sweet, less sexy, but hopefully the platter and rope will make up for that.

She wiggles around on the table, trying not to upset anything, trying to see the clock. How many hours now? It’s all very nice, and sure, the sex is worth it, but right now she really wants to scratch her nose.