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~Pamela

It started like any other day.

It had been an uneasy adaptation to have stayed at the cottage. I had gotten to used the smell of fish in the town. I had gotten to the kind smiles, the leery smiles, and met all kinds of people. Black River Town, became a second home to me.

I had gotten used to the unforgiving snow and I had gotten used to the man that brought me here, we had eased into some sort of symbiotic relationship. Sometimes, he takes me to the pub at night. It was a new experience for me.

The town was even more lively at night and there was always a drinking competition with people throwing up their guts to passing out cold on the snow filled cobblestone. I had even learned, although unwillingly new sex techniques from Daphne.

I hated to admit it but I just loved watching the elaborate, ridiculous and surprisingly arousing sex games Simon and Daphne played. It always starts with a bet on something silly and Simon always lost or maybe he did it on purpose.

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