Message-ID: <48132asstr$1086520204@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <lzalezac@yahoo.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <20040606031648.5924.qmail@web60402.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac <lzalezac@yahoo.com> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 5 Jun 2004 20:16:48 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} JC:Ed Biggers III-07 (mf mmf ffm ff mm sci-fi) Lines: 688 Date: Sun, 6 Jun 2004 07:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/48132> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge Dear Reader, Please check your machine to make sure that it isn't infected with a virus or a worm. We all have a responsibility to keep our machines in good health. Thanks, Lazlo ===== Lazlo Zalezac http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Lazlo_Zalezac http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Lazlo_Zalezac __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Friends. Fun. Try the all-new Yahoo! Messenger. http://messenger.yahoo.com/ <1st attachment, "biggers3-07.txt" begin> JC: Ed Biggers Part 3: Accretion Chapter 7 By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004 Ed woke up on the floor of the playroom with Beth, Kelly, and Ling. Beth was spooned against him while Kelly and Ling were sleeping together. The hand moving on his cock suggested that Beth was not asleep. He moaned as his cock erected under her gentle administrations. As a result his moans, she knew that she was having a real effect on Ed. Beth increased the pressure of her grip on his cock. He shifted giving her easier access to it. The noise woke Kelly. Pouting, she came over and said, "No fair! You had him last night." Beth giggled and said, "So did you!" "Oh, yeah. I forgot." The conversation didn't stop Beth from slowly jacking Ed off. Kelly lay down in front of Ed and sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth. After just a moment of that, she moved down and sucked one of his balls in her mouth. Ed lifted a leg giving her easier access to his balls. The duel sensations were bringing him quickly to climax. Before he could come, Ling lay down on the floor in front of him and slipped her mouth over the head of his cock. Having three women share his cock at one time was almost beyond belief. He knew that he was large, but it didn't seem possible that there was enough room for a hand on the shaft, a mouth on the head, and a mouth sucking his ball. As his balls pulled up tight to his body, the one in Kelly's mouth popped loose. That was too much for Ed. He shot his load of come into the mouth of Ling with a loud animal grunt of pleasure. An hour later, a very exhausted Ed limped out of the playroom with a rubber still hanging from his cock. Looking down, he saw it and wondered when they had put it on him. Only a couple of more weeks and then Beth would be trying to get pregnant. He went into the bathroom of his bedroom and threw the used rubber into the toilet. Flushing it, he watched the rubber get swallowed into oblivion. He took a long hot shower to rinse off the fluids of sex and to relax muscles over used. Ever since John had gone to the funeral of his former landlord, Mrs. South, he had been trying to satisfy three women. As he lathered himself, taking care not to further irritate his raw cock, he realized that they needed another husband. Kelly had been correct back when they were dating, it was important to have a balance in gender in a group marriage. After his shower, he sat down in his comfort chair to consider recent events and tried to make sense of what was happening around him. Things had been strange in the house since the day that John left for the funeral. That morning had started normally, but then the wives met with other women in town and started drinking to the point where they were sick. Last night and this morning was the first time they had spent much time with him, but almost all of that time had been spent having sex. Ed was not the kind of guy that would complain about having three beautiful women making love to him, if such a guy possibly existed. However, three times last night and three times this morning was tough on a man his age. He had left the playroom no wiser as to what had been bothering the wives. Since the day they had gotten drunk, the wives had been secretive and had successfully avoided all his attempts to find out what was the matter. In response to direct questions, they had told him that it was not something for him to worry about and that they would solve the problem. There was a ring of truth to their words, so he had relented. The exercise of the night and morning had drained his energy reserves. His stomach growled, proclaiming his hunger. He dressed and went to the dining room to get something to eat. Expecting him, Marguerite set a pair of fried eggs, bacon, and toast in front of him along with a cup of coffee. He looked at the meal and, with a smile on his face, said, "You could have arranged this in the shape of a face." Marguerite, with a sly smile, retorted, "I only go to such extremes for people that notice." Laughing at her, Ed said, "You only do that for people you like!" "Or at least people that are likable," said Marguerite as she ruffled his hair. He watched as she returned to the kitchen; she was laughing and dancing as she walked. The fact that she was dancing into the kitchen was a little odd, since she usually only did that when she was preparing a major meal. The wives were at work that afternoon and evening, so he, Ling, and the staff would be the only ones around the house. Eating his breakfast, he wondered what man he knew could be a candidate for marriage. There weren't very many people who already lived according to the rules of the house, even though the character of the town had changed with the arrival of John. People had learned how to love, but few of them worked actively for the greater good of the community. He knew that would come in time, but they would need a husband soon. The only person that really came to mind was Robert White Feather. Everyone in the family respected and liked him. He had a sense of higher duty and applied that in everything that he did. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of including Robert White Feather. He would mention the idea to John and see what John had to say. Finished eating, he was about to carry his plates into the kitchen when Bob came into the room from the kitchen. Marguerite and Bob spent a lot of time together and Ed wondered when they would just admit to each other that they loved one another. Bob stopped and said, "You really made Marguerite happy by entering her in that competition." "It is her passion. She has a right to pursue it," replied Ed. A look of disappointment crossed Bob's face at the idea that Ed had done it for reasons that had nothing to do with Marguerite herself. Ed winked and said, "Besides, it was great watching her work her kitchen magic on a crowd of people. She is the best." Realizing this was how the two treated each other, Bob said, "Neither one of you can admit you like each other." Ed replied, "I'm not the only one that has that problem." Not understanding what Ed had implied, Bob shook his head and carried the plates into the kitchen. With nothing left to do, Ed went into the family room to watch the news. He turned it on in time to hear a public service announcement that was John's eulogy for Mrs. South. Shaking his head, Ed was so proud of the sentiments that John had expressed. Every time he watched it, it brought a tear to his eyes. Flipping the channel to the news, Ed listened as a high profile arrest was made by the IRS in New York. An agent was being arrested for blackmail, having used his position to get individuals that owed taxes to pay him off to bury their case files. He had received well over a million dollars over the past five years. It was another example of one criminal making a living off another, but John and he considered the misuse of a public servant position for personal financial gain to be a form a treason. He was rather surprised when he was given credit for having broken the case. The telephone rang and Ed went over to answer it. Picking it up, Cathy said, "There's a Deana Ahlberg on the telephone." Smiling at the timing of the call and the news story, Ed said, "Thanks, I'll take it here." Cathy put the call through and Ed said, "Hello, Deana. What's up that isn't on the news?" The sound of her laughter came over the phone as she answered, "That was a nice catch in New York. We're going to prosecute the guy to the full extent of the law. I think it is time that we present a picture of the IRS that moderates it treatment of the public at large." "Sounds good to me," answered Ed. One of the problems with being associated with the IRS was that agents had a very bad public image. Here in Phoenix where they had been addressing errors as human failings, the general publication relations had improved. More than one news story on television had talked about the courteous treatment received at the office. She added, "We are about to make some additional arrests of individuals that really lied on their tax forms. I hope you don't mind if we give credit to the primary investigating agent." "I don't mind at all. In fact, I'm glad you are doing it. They did the work and they deserve the credit," answered Ed. He wasn't concerned about credit for having done his duty to the Two-Sided One. When you knew the truth, it didn't matter what others knew or thought. She laughed at the idea that the agents had done all of the work. He had cleared the desks of two hundred agents in two weeks. The backlog of cases had been significantly reduced. She said, "Okay. I'll let you get back to what you were doing." After hanging up, Ed sat back in the chair. There had been something bothering him for several days and he couldn't put his finger on it. He knew it was something quite big and related to his service, but had no clue as to the nature of the problem. Knowledge of what he was to do would have to wait until the circumstances were right for him to learn of it. His thoughts were disturbed when Cathy came into the living room and cleared her throat. Once she knew she had his attention, she said, "Your presence is requested in the library at your earliest convenience." "Do we have a problem?" he asked realizing that it wasn't an emergency, but was concerned by the unusual summons. Normally, family business was conducted in the library and a summons meant that something important had happened. He wondered if this was connected to the strange behavior of his wives. Perhaps they were ready to explain what had been bothering him. Although she had a clue as to what was going on, she didn't understand all of it. Rather than speculate, Cathy answered, "I'm not sure how to describe it." Perplexed by her answer, Ed turned off the television and went to the library. Ling, arms folded across her chest and legs slightly spread, was waiting for him outside the library. Greeting him with a stolid expression, she said, "Go on in." Turning to keep an eye on Ling, he sidled into the library trying to decide why she seemed so distant. She moved to block the door, effectively preventing him from leaving without having to deal with her. Turning to view the rest of the room, Ed was amazed to find nearly every woman in town with whom he frequently talked. More than a dozen women were seated around the conference table. Kelly and Beth were sitting at the last seats along the conference table, leaving a spot for him at the head of the table. Uneasy, Ed edged towards the head of the table as he said, "Hello, ladies. It's nice to see all of you." With a wry smile, Kelly said, "Have a seat Ed." Moving slowly, trying to get an indication of what was going on from the faces in the room, Ed reached the chair and sat down. None of the women would meet his eyes, each would look down at the table when he looked at her. Wondering if he had done something wrong, Ed asked, "What's up?" There was a long moment of silence before Kelly answered, "A lot of people are upset with us." This came as a major surprise to Ed. He had no idea what they could have done that would anger anyone. Curious, puzzled, and confused, Ed said, "Huh?" The look on his face caused most of the women in the room to giggle. It was clear that Ed had no idea what was going on around him or the effect that he had on people. Kelly said, "The problem started when we married Ling." He couldn't figure out what they had done by marrying Ling, other than the fact that they didn't have a huge public ceremony. Of course, that had been at her insistence and no one had mentioned anything that suggested that this had upset them. No one had hinted that adding another person to the marriage was even an issue. Having decided that his first response was still appropriate, Ed repeated it. "Huh?" Displaying irritation that her husband was being strung along like this, Ling said, "Would someone please explain this to him?" The whole room was silent as the women looked at each other, waiting for someone to say something. Finally, Ed looked up at Ling and asked, "Ling, what's going on?" "I will be blunt about it if no one else volunteers to tell him," said Ling. She looked around the room at all of the women. Most of them were blushing or squirming nervously. Giving up, she looked at Ed and said, "All these women want to fuck you." Although her words had the ring of truth, the idea was so ludicrous to Ed that he burst out laughing so hard that he thought he was going to hurt himself. It took him almost two minutes to regain any control. Wiping tears from his eyes, he looked up to see everyone looking at him with hurt expressions on their faces. He apologized, "I'm sorry. The idea that you ladies would want to sleep with me is funny. So what is really the problem?" Beth finally said, "Ed, they are serious. It's not a joke." Her voice was sweet with the sound of truth and the implications stunned him. Mouth open, he looked from one woman to the next realizing that she wanted to make love with him. Almost all of them were married or in a committed relationship. Shirley had her group marriage, Rosa and Maria were married to Carlos, and Linda was engaged to Robert. There were a number of other women that were married to the men that had protested the marriage. The only unattached woman was Maria from the restaurant. Numb, Ed asked, "How does this involve Ling?" Shirley said, "Until you guys married Ling, we assumed that you and John were off limits. Then we discovered that you were a little more accessible than we thought." Somewhat more direct, Rosa asked, "We've been sending you signals for months, but you just ignored them. How come you never propositioned any of us?" "Let me get this straight. You are talking about the Ed Biggers that you've known all of your lives, right?" asked Ed. "This is not going like I thought it would." Kelly muttered to herself in a voice that was just loud enough for Ed to hear. Exasperated, Linda said, "We are talking about the Ed Biggers that kept my late husband from looking like a fool the day he died. The Ed Biggers that saved my son from a lifetime in jail for murder. The guy that respects us, treats us like real human beings, and appreciates the differences that we make in his life. That is the Ed Biggers we are talking about and the one that is in this room." Confused by the talk of her son having to go to jail for life, Kelly said, "Your son wouldn't have gone to prison for carrying a starter pistol into a bar." Shirley, uncomfortable, looked away as Linda replied, "It was a real gun and he went into the bar fully intending to kill Ed. Ed cooked up the idea that it was a starter pistol. Shirley and the Sheriff went along with it." Narrowing her eyes, Kelly stared at Ed. She was more than a little upset at the revelation. Beth had not even been aware of the episode as she had been ill at the time. Shirley tried to look small. The effect on the other women was electric. All of them looked at Ed with awe as most of them had seen him immediately after the event. He had walked down the street treating it like some kind of prank and had never let it be known how serious the situation had really been. Even more significantly, he had never let anyone know what he had done for the boy. Acting as though what he had done was a very little thing, Ed answered, "He was young and we had kept information from him that he should have known. I took my share of the responsibility for his actions." Maria, wife of Rosa and long time neighbor, stated her position in a clear distinct manner, "I would have slept with you that night if I had known." Maria, owner of Maria's Restaurant, said, "I was there the night that Harry died and I still don't know the truth of what happened." Having his past exploits the subject of conversation made Ed uncomfortable. He always had an impression that people viewed him as something greater than what he was because he had been in the wrong place at the right time. Interrupting, Ed asked, "Can I please leave the room?" The question caused Beth to crack up laughing as it was so characteristic of Ed and John to flee when their actions became the subject of conversation. At the first sign of praise, they would look for any excuse to leave the room. Amidst chuckles, she said, "No. You have to stay here and listen to this." "Why?" Answering with her typical directness, Ling said, "You need to know why they want you." Uncomfortable at being the center of attention, Ed was willing to do anything to get out of there. He said, "I have a great idea, I'll do whatever my wives think is appropriate. Can I go now?" "No," replied Ling, her voice flat. Looking over at Ling to gauge his chances of slipping around her, Ed saw there was no way that she was going to let him get through that door. Surrendering to the inevitable, Ed said, "Okay." Knowing that she had everyone's attention, Linda said, "I talked to the Sheriff about what happened that night. Harry was so drunk that he was throwing up in a trashcan. Ed had carried him out there so that he wouldn't throw up in front of his date. The Sheriff said that when he arrived on the scene, Ed was helping Harry. Harry was actually thanking Ed for helping him." All eyes turned to Ed. He made a weak little gesture of protest. Their reactions made it clear that they didn't believe his protest. "Ed asked the Sheriff to call an ambulance and the two of them took care of Harry until the ambulance showed up. I won't give all of the graphic details, but Ed really did try to help Harry. Harry died on the way to the hospital because of a bleeding ulcer. They never said anything about him throwing up or ..." She stopped talking in order to maintain a little dignity for her late husband. It was one thing for a man to throw up, but quite another for a grown man to shit his britches. She had seen the coroner's report and knew exactly the shape that her husband had been in when he arrived at the hospital. There was a long moment of silence and then Rosa said, "Ed saved my life one day. I was in Phoenix when a man from my past stopped me. Ed stopped him from cutting me with a knife. He also introduced me to my wife and husband." Eyes narrowed once again, Kelly turned to examine Ed. With a definite chill in her voice, she said, "Exactly when did this knife incident happen?" Waving his hand in a go away gesture, Ed answered, "It was a long time ago and it wasn't that serious." "He brought Rosa and I together without being obvious about what he suspected. It was the best thing that anyone has ever done for me. My husband is such a happier man. I'm a happier woman. Ed risked a lot to do that, and at a time he was particularly vulnerable," said Maria as she held the hand of Rosa with great affection. Juanita Ortega, a shy young woman, meekly raised her hand as though to get permission to speak. Touched by the woman's shyness, Beth said, "Please, Juanita. Do you have something you want to say?" Head down so that she was talking to the table, Juanita said, "No one has been helped more than me by Professor Biggers." The fact that she had started by using his honorific salutation was the greatest means of showing respect to someone. Ed was overwhelmed by all of the signs of respect that she showed him. Not meeting his eyes, using the honorific salutation, and talking softly was how young women conveyed respect within the Hispanic community. Ed listened as she said, "My parents forbade me from marrying Joe because he was so poor. Joe and his father were fighting over the business. If we had married then, we would have no family. My parents would have disowned me and Joe would have had to leave home which would destroy his father's business." It was a strain to hear Juanita speak. Holding her head low and speaking barely above a whisper made it necessary for everyone to be quiet. She continued, "When Ed saved their business, Joe was no longer seen as worthless by my parents. Manuel and Joe work together as a family should. We could get married with everyone's blessing." There is nothing more important in the Hispanic community than family. It was okay to fight and bicker, but to become outcast was a horrible fate. Ed had really done a lot to mend two families and everyone in the room recognized that significance of what he had done. Maria said, "Oh that is so sweet." Juanita looked up and said, "That's not all. He and John have taught all of the men of our town how to love a woman and to cherish her. My life with Joe is even better than I ever dreamed. We do things for each other that I would never have dreamed could happen in a happy marriage." At that, all of the women in the room broke into a wide smile. They knew exactly what Juanita meant. Life in their town had changed a lot for women. The men in town had come to view their wives as partners and equals who were to be consulted. The women had stopped being nags, trying to mold their men into some idealized image. Every married woman in the room said, "That's the truth." Looking over at Ed, Juanita said, "My mother-in-law wanted to come over today, but felt that she was too old to be of interest to Ed. The same for my mother." Slumping back in his chair, Ed stared at Juanita trying to imagine what kind of conversation had occurred in her home. He didn't really know her mother, having met her once at the wedding. In a very quiet voice, Ed said, "You may tell them that one is never too old to love and be loved." The statement brought total silence to the room as each woman looked at the others. Nothing that he could possibly have said could affect them more than that. He had just freed them from the foul specter of growing old that haunts many women young, middle aged, and elderly. Even Beth was affected and said, "Ed, do you even know what it means to a woman to hear that?" "I just stated a truth," answered Ed. As he looked over the room, he was amazed at the looks the women were giving him. The only word he could find to describe it was adoration. He wondered how he had managed to invoke such an emotion in women. It was unnerving and he wanted to flee. Licking his lips, he said, "If you will excuse me a minute, I will be back." Watching him from the door, Ling nodded and stepped aside knowing that he would leave. Ed stood and left the room with quiet steady strides, moving slow enough that it didn't look like he was fleeing. Outside, he slumped against the wall and shook his head wondering if they actually saw him or some image of him that was colored by the simple things he did. After a few minutes, Ling stepped out of the library and knelt by him. In a very soft voice, she said, "They love you for the man you've become. You love them. I know that because you have helped each women in that room become the best person that she can be." "I never expected anything back," replied Ed troubled by what was being offered him. Rubbing his hair, she said, "They don't know how to love you back." "They have given me their friendship, is that not enough of a gift for any man to receive from anyone?" asked Ed. How many hours had he sat at the bar talking with Shirley just for the pleasure of her company? Many hours had been spent with her doing nothing but sharing friendship. The same was true for the two Marias and Rosa. Every woman in the library was a friend and he had done nothing more than help friends find a life that was more in tune with their desires. Sure he loved them, but loving isn't a sexual thing. "Their need to love you back is very strong. Everyone in this family knows that love is expressed by helping another to become the best that they can be. How can these women show you their love if none can help you become a better person?" asked Ling. She knew that he valued friendship much more than sex. Sitting on the floor, Ed wished that John was here so that he could discuss the matter with him. One evening watching the sunset and the stars turn overhead would allow the two men to resolve these issues. The fact was, John wasn't here and he couldn't turn to him to resolve this. There was only one answer possible. If it harm none, then do it. Seven little words on which he based all his behavior. Simple words about actions and consequences that dictated what one was allowed to do rather than what one couldn't do. Who would be harmed? The husbands of the women would be harmed unless they had agreed. His wives had arranged this, so he knew where they stood. He could hear the women in the library talking, but couldn't make out the words. Their sentences sounded clipped, shortened as if saying too much would make them even more vulnerable. There was an undercurrent of fear of rejection in their voices. The tension and worry that the sound conveyed suggested a need to be very careful. Ed stood and returned to the library where he took his seat. Looking around the room, he could see nervousness written across the women's faces. Licking his lips, Ed said, "To say that I am overwhelmed by your offer would be an understatement. I love and care for each of you around this table. You can not imagine how touched I am that you love and care for me as well. However, I can only do as you ask if I know that none will be harmed by it. I need to know that your husbands know and approve of this." When he had started talking, the women had held their breaths. By the time he ended, they all released their breaths in one sigh of relief. Every woman in here had discussed this with their partners. By their behavior, he knew the answer. Kelly said, "That was already taken care of before they came here." Seeing the smiles in the room, Ed could help but smile himself. He said, "I can see that." An uneasy quiet settled on the room as everyone wondered what should happen next. Ed gave voice to the uncertainty when he asked, "What now?" Animated at the idea that this was something she was comfortable doing, Beth leaned forward and said, "Well, now we have to arrange how to go about doing this. I suggest that we arrange a time for each woman to come over." Ed listened to the discussion that followed. It was amazing how business-like the women were about scheduling his time. They discussed what to do in case one of them couldn't make it to the scheduled appointment. After a while, he just phased out of the conversation and looked at the books along the wall. The conversation came to an end and Ed listened to the resolution in amazement. For fifteen weeks he would entertain a visitor from town. She would to spend a Wednesday evening with him, returning home at midnight. Cathy would reschedule the arrangements for situations in which Ed or the woman was unavailable that particular night. Now that the meeting was over, Beth said, "I'm happy to announce that lunch is being served in the dining room. Let us adjourn to there now." The women stood and headed towards the dining room. Ed remained behind sitting in his chair being watched by Ling. There was a look of concern on her face as she wondered how he felt about this whole situation. The announcement had explained Marguerite's behavior this morning. She had been busy preparing a grand meal. Considering the topic of conversation, Ed wondered what the theme would be. As an idea flashed through his mind, he started chuckling. Puzzled, Ling asked, "What's so funny?" Still chuckling, Ed answered, "I was just thinking of Marguerite and what kind of theme she would put together for lunch. I had this vision of meals arranged in the form of cocks and wide open pussies." The image struck Ling as very funny and she burst out laughing turning her oriental complexion a bright red. She said, "I don't think she'd dare do that." A sudden thought occurred to Ed that this was something that Marguerite would do. The look on his face was suddenly mirrored by Ling as they both raced out of the library. They reached the dining room in time to see that Marguerite had served a simple salad without any extra fancy arrangements. While Ling giggled, Ed breathed a sigh of relief. It was short lived as Marguerite whispered in his ear, "Wait until desert!" There wasn't any of the earlier tension in the room as the women talked while they ate. Occasionally, Ed would catch a woman watching him out of the corner of her eye. His imagination could only identify a one reason why they were looking at him like that. Now that they knew they would be making love to him, he was sure they were wondering if he was any good in bed. His wives often said that both men were different in bed, but neither one was better than the other. It was like the difference between a chocolate milkshake and a strawberry milkshake. Some days one was in the mood for one rather than the other. Thinking about that reminded him that John was probably going to get the same treatment. Looking around the table, Ed said, "Ladies, I don't know about what your plans are for John. However, I suggest that you do something a little different for him than you did for me." All of the individual conversations around the table stopped and silence held over the room. Raising an eyebrow, Kelly asked, "What would you suggest?" Thinking about it, Ed said, "You might organize it so that it doesn't start with everyone staring at him. Maybe start with the food, then the stories, and then what it is that you want." His suggestion sparked considerable debate among the women present. He didn't listen to most of it, choosing to concentrate on enjoying his food. As he ate, he focused on his plans for the next few weeks. There were so many things that he wanted to do and so little time. Something big was about to happen and he had no clue what it might be. When it was time for desert, Ed watched the door of the kitchen wondering what Marguerite had in mind. The look on his face when he saw her come out of the kitchen carrying chocolate covered bananas caused every woman in the room to laugh. With a smile in his direction, she said, "Somehow, this reminded me of you." In a very dry voice, Ed replied, "Really? You could have gotten bigger bananas." This sparked another round of laughter. The women found eating their desert considerable fun as each woman tried to get Ed to blush by what she was doing with the banana. 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