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Well, things were suddenly looking up. I stepped after her. "How interesting?" I asked, my voice reflecting my suddenly renewed confidence.
Wendy turned toward me and held up a hand. "Hold on! You should know, I am not looking for a camp boyfriend of my own."
Damn.
She grinned. "I would be interested in an occasional, high-quality dicking however, if I can find the right supplier."
I stared at her, then I almost croaked, "Um, do you have an application I can fill out?"
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