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at the top of a cliff, afraid that if he lets go he will fall. She
loved making him squirm, feel vulnerable and helpless. There
was innocence about him that she was enjoying exploiting. She
slipped her tongue into his mouth; Steve had no idea what to

do, so he did nothing. She stuck her tongue deep enough into
his mouth to touch a new filling Steve did not even know he
had. Neither did he know why she shuddered for twenty
seconds and passed out completely and fell on him in a heap,
still shuddering for seconds completely unconscious.

“Trash! What did you do to me?” he cried out in shock.

He checked her pulse and she seemed to be fine, just

unconscious. He remembered the scene with Danny and Kara
at the bar, the scenes with Trash and Linda at the motel and
put two and two together. He had wondered about the little
jewel he discovered hanging on the base of his penis while
showering that morning. He now suspected what it was. He
remembered Trash saying that Steve would thank him
someday. Obviously, Trash had done something to his teeth,

too. It must be from the object, he thought to himself. How did
Trash do that? No matter. He smiled and began to feel a little
more confident. He gave up wondering how it was done. It
was enough that it was done at all!

“Thank you.” He whispered to nobody in particular.

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