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Her head collapsed back against the pillows. His finger ran along the fine sheen of perspiration coating her luminous skin. ‘Gotta save that energy,’ he suggested. ‘There’s a long day ahead.’ Her eyes glared defiantly into his. ‘Parker, if you think you are going to go through with this, I’ll…’ ‘You’ll what?’ he asked. ‘Tell Joshua?’ Her eyes widened in alarm. She was clearly shocked that he had discovered the connection. For a moment, she was lost for words. ‘Oh yes, honey. I know everything about you and Joshua! You thought I wouldn’t find out?’ ‘He… he’s a powerful man,’ she blurted. It was a vain attempt to regain some sort of credibility. Parker smiled. It was a cold smile that made the young woman’s heart miss a beat. Her expression changed. She knew something was wrong. ‘From what I hear,’ he softly said. ‘He’s lost his power.’ Carly fell silent. He could almost see the gears in her brain spinning, desperately trying to work out what he meant. Find a way out. There was none.. Things around her seemed to lose shape, colors became vibrant and saturated. She felt as if gravity had been upended and she was floating out into space. Then the entire apartment went black.…She awoke half an hour later. She felt as if she had just woken from a nap that was meant to last fifteen minutes but had somehow become a two hour sleeping session. Which is to say that she felt disoriented. For a few moments she couldn't say where she were or what day it was. Then she remembered. In the space of a few days, it felt like her whole existence had changed. Her uncle was, suddenly, no longer the low-life black sheep of the family. He was hung sex machine and she was going to be his slut from now on. She accepted it at that moment, and decided to act the part whenever they were alone. Right now, he was next to her with his back to the wall, watching some anime on his TV. She turned to him and purred. He was still naked, like her. She saw his soft penis, and without a word scooted.
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