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Into The Maelstrom Part Ii


Once the door to the restroom was safely closed,
Carolyn wasted no time in trying to set the lock, but
to her surprise the door had none. "Damn it!" she
thought. She knew that she was in no condition to find
another bathroom, so she just had to hope for the best as
she started to rapidly unbutton her suit jacket.
She slipped her jacket off and hung it carefully on a
hanger located behind the bathroom door. When she turned
for the toilet she got a good look at herself in the mirror
over the sink.
"Oh my God. I'm a mess," she said. Her once crisp
blouse was now soaked with sweat, and her hair was
practically plastered to her head with the stuff.
Hopping about the tiny room in her anxiety, she quickly
pulled her blouse out of the waistband of her slacks and
started to unbutton that as well. Her fingers fairly
flew over the front of her blouse and it soon joined her
jacket on another hanger on the door.
In the mirror she saw that her upper body was
absolutely dripping with sweat. "What the hell is the
matter with me tonight?" she wondered, and realized that
there was nothing for it but that the bra had to come off
too. Reaching behind her, she unfastened the retaining
strap and just let the bra slip off her shoulders and
fall to the floor.
"Oh, to hell with it", she muttered as she slipped
off her shoes, unfastened her belt and slacks, and pushed
her slacks hastily to the floor. She quickly grabbed the
waistband of her pantyhose and pulled both them and her
panties completely off. Almost frantic now, she kicked
the pile of clothes at her feet into a corner and flew to
the toilet. Scrabbling at the lid, she managed to lift
it and plop her hips down on the seat in one fluid
motion. And not a split second too soon, either!
"Aaahhh," Carolyn sighed as a torrent of urine poured
from her bladder into the bowl. When she was finally
finished, she went to wipe herself, and discovered to her
surprise that her pubic area was sopping wet with vaginal
secretions.
As she carefully cleaned herself, she gave the room a
quick look. It was a very small guest rest room with
space for one or at most two people. There was just a
commode, a sink, a full length counter top, and some
cabinets and drawers beneath the counter.
She reached down for the tangle of clothes she had
left on the floor and was surprised to find that the
crotchband on her panties was actually soaked through by
vaginal fluids! "Now what am I suppose to do?" she
thought. She couldn't wear them like that. She
certainly couldn't put them in her purse. That was still
in the living room somewhere. The idea of keeping her
soiled underwear in one of her suit-jacket pockets didn't
make her very happy, either. She looked in the cabinet
under the sink and found a small portable hair dryer.
So, she would soak the panties in the sink while she
cleaned herself, and then quickly dry them with the hair
dryer.
Carolyn washed her hands, then filled the sink with
warm water. She took a wash cloth and placed it in the
sink for a moment, then rung out most of the water from
it. She placed her panties in next, trying to rub out
any of her embarrassing juices from the material before
leaving it in the sink to soak.
She then used the damp wash cloth and, starting on her
face, tried to quickly wipe as much of the sweat off her
body as she could under the circumstances. Looking
at herself in the mirror, she supposed that she must
present quite a sight, being completely naked in this
small, public room. She thought of wrapping herself in a
bath towel, but the room only contained hand towels and
wash cloths. So, naked she was and, until she finished,
naked she would remain. "Well, it'll just be for a few
minutes, anyway," she thought.
"Please, God, let no-one come in," she prayed
reverently as she quickly continued her ablutions.
After she cleaned herself to her satisfaction of sweat
and her other more private secretions, she used the hair
dryer on her blouse and bra, so that at least they
wouldn't be damp any more. She finally pulled the
stopper in the sink, and squeezed as much water out of
her panties as possible. She was really hurrying now.
She knew that someone could come bursting into the room
at any moment to use the facilities and that she had not
a second to loose.
Impatient to be completed, Carolyn placed the dryer on
its highest setting. She dried her light-weight panties
quickly, playing the hair dryer's nozzle especially over
her crotchband, in order to be sure she wouldn't have
that terrible squishy feeling between her legs for the
remainder of the evening.
Without waiting to turn the dryer off, she placed it
on the counter and swiftly stepped into her panties.
"Finally," she thought, "I can get dressed again," as she
pulled them up her shapely legs. It was too late when
she realized that the elastic was much warmer then she
was used to, and what that might mean for the rest the
material.
The effect of the very hot crotchband on Carolyn's
already stimulated body was electric!
"OOOHHH!" she gasped, when the super-heated material
came into contact with her surprisingly sensitive vulva.
Carolyn was staggered by the sensation. She quickly bent
over, her breasts dangling freely under her as she placed
her hands between her tightly pressed thighs, palms
together, pushing upwards to try and relieve the
incredible sensations radiating from her poor vagina.
Behind her, over the blasting of the hair dryer, she
heard a fast knock and then the bathroom door opened.
"Oh, no!" she thought. "Not now!" Carolyn was unable to
move or even speak until the storm of sensation she
had accidentally unleashed within her finally quieted
down some. For the moment, she was helpless.
Whoever was behind her didn't say a word. The person
just stood there.
"Oh, my poor dear. What on earth is wrong?" she
finally heard Tamiko say. To Carolyn's relief she heard
the door quickly close, but then she felt Tamiko's hand
on the center of her back. Remembering her undressed
state, she covered her dangling breasts with her crossed
arms, but she found she still couldn't straighten up or
speak. The feelings coming from her panty-heated vagina
were still too intense.

After drinking in the sight of Carolyn Lord's drum-
tight panties stretched over the most perfect set of
buttocks she had ever seen, Tamiko reached across the
bent-over woman and picked up the still roaring hair
dryer. She knew exactly what had happened to her because
she (and the others) had been watching the woman through
a special two-way mirror ever since she came into the
room.
"Carolyn," she called, "Why is this dryer on? Was
your hair wet?"
Carolyn was terribly distressed. Not only had she
been caught in this ridiculous circumstance, she had been
found out using her hostess's hair dryer on her
underwear!
She could feel her breath coming back and in just a
moment she would try to...
"OH MY GOD!" she screamed.
Tamiko had pointed the dryer's nozzle at the strip of
Carolyn's panties running between her thighs!
Carolyn reflexively jerked forward at the first
shocking blast of hot air on the backs of her thighs, and
had to use her hands to keep from falling forward. She
ended up completely bent over the commode, her arms
wrapped around the piping located beneath the toilet's
tank, her head and shoulders wedged into the narrow space
between the commode, its tank, and the counter. Her
breasts lay exposed and pressed tightly against the cool
toilet seat. Her panty-covered buttocks were high in the
air over the toilet behind her, with her legs spread out
as far as possible because the toilet bowl was now
between them. She tried to immediately back out but
found that the stream of hot air kept driving her
forward. Soon, she was wedged in tight. She couldn't
get out! She was now trapped in front of a strange woman
with her behind high in the air wearing only her panties!
It couldn't get any worse.
"Help! I'm stuck! Get me out of here!" wailed
Carolyn. Then, she felt another blast of hot air upon
her crotch! Tamiko must still be holding the dryer and
Carolyn was right in the way. She tried desperately to
escape this inadvertent manipulation of her privates, but
she couldn't. No matter how frantically she moved and
jerked her hips, it was as if her burning crotch was
always right in front of the relentless dryer.
"The switch must be stuck from being too long at the
high setting. It does that sometimes. It will take me a
moment to fix it," Tamiko shouted over the roar of the
dryer.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to leave it on! Turn it
off!! Hurry, please!" Carolyn pleaded. "It's driving
me crazy!!!"
"Please be patient. There will be a fire if I can't
turn this dryer off. You shouldn't have left it on
High."
Tamiko played the super-heated air over Carolyn's
vulnerable crotch without mercy, being careful only not
to burn her helpless victim. She directed the heat
continuously over the crotchband of the woman's now
very warm panties, moving deliberately from front to
back, waistband to waistband. After a few moments, she
noticed that the continuous application of heat was
having its affect. The crotchband on Carolyn's panties
was now quite wet with her vaginal secretions. Also, the
heat had the added affect of expanding the panties' thin
bands of elastic. The loosening elastic, coupled with
Carolyn's constant gyrations in trying to escape the
heat, meant that the woman's panties were now slowly
working their way down her hips and buttocks.
Great idea, Tamiko thought, as she started to pull on
the loosened material. Slowly the loosened panties
slipped over the smooth flesh, revealing more and more of
Carolyn's quivering asscheeks. Downward they went, until
they were finally caught mid-way on Carolyn's wide-
splayed upper thighs.
Tamiko now played the heat directly on Carolyn's
puckered asshole and dripping cunt.
It took Carolyn a moment in her frantic attempts to
escape to sense that something was different. She
finally realized that her last bit of protective clothing
was now caught on her thighs. She was now not only
trapped but also completely naked in front of another
woman, with her most private places throbbing like crazy
and on full display.
"On, no! It just isn't fair!" she wailed and
started to cry. The sensations radiating from her belly
quickly sapped her strength. She quit trying to escape
and just stayed still, sobbing quietly in her humiliation
as her vaginal fluids began to run down her inner thighs.
Her sobs soon changed to unconscious moans as her being
was consumed by the strange effects the heat was having
upon her.
While still carefully appling the deadly heat with one
hand, Tamiko reached into a drawer with the other and
pulled out a long, thin, yet powerful vibrator. Teasing
the tip over Carolyn's vulnerable pussy lips, she worked
it up and down the slit. Getting no reaction, she
pressed the tip into the tight but well-lubricated
passage. Slowly she pushed it in further and further.
She stopped her penetration of Carolyn's defenseless
vagina when the vibrator was in half way. She then
gently moved it in and out as she continued to play the
still roaring hair drier with her other hand over
Carolyn's exposed crotch.
Carolyn's vulva was on fire. She was dimly aware
that something was going on behind her, but in her dazed,
befuddled mind she thought that it was only effects of
that terrible heat. The blood was rushing to her head
and she felt herself on the verge of passing out. Then,
she heard a distinct "click" and her vagina exploded!
"AAAHHHH!" Carolyn screamed, as Tamiko pushed the
now activated vibrator deep into her steaming crotch.
Her hips flailed about in their attempt to escape this
new torment, but with no success. Tamiko skillfully kept
working the vibrator deep into Carolyn's vulnerable
pussy, yet always being careful to keep her from the
climax her body so desperately needed. Finally, her
shattered mind no longer able to handle the overwhelming
foreign sensations coming from her vagina, Carolyn
fainted.
Tamiko turned off the vibrator, but left it embedded
deep in Carolyn's still dripping cunt. She then turned
off the roaring hair dryer and returned it to the
cabinet. After dropping a few hand towels on the floor
next to the commode, she motioned to the two-way mirror.
The other girls (except for Amber, who was keeping
Tiffany busy in the kitchen) crowded around the open
doorway, drinking in the sight of the naked and helpless
Carolyn, still stuck behind the commode with her ass high
in the air behind her. Samantha squeezed into the tiny
room and helped Tamiko lift the unconscious Carolyn.
When they had her more or less upright, Tamiko reverently
pulled down on the woman's panties and with a damp "plop"
they fell to Carolyn's feet! They then laid her on the
floor beside the commode over the spread towels. When
they left, Tamiko gently removed the vibrator from
Carolyn's sopping cunt, carefully washed it, and returned
it to the drawer. She added the hapless woman's
panties to the pile of Carolyn's clothing on the floor.
She turned to the unconscious woman on the floor
before her, drinking in the wonderful sight of a very
naked and helpless Carolyn Lord. For Tamiko, this was
the stuff that dreams were made of. With a faint
sigh, she covered Carolyn's lush, firm body with the last
of the hand towels and settled on the closed commode to
wait for the woman's return to consciousness.
She looked wistfully at her beautiful victim. "You
think that was something, you stuck up American bitch,"
Tamiko mused. "You haven't seen anything yet. I'm just
getting warmed up." She began working on the changes
required for tonight's work caused by this unexpected but
very welcome episode. It turned out there were hardly
any changes needed at all.

The first thing that Carolyn became aware of was that
she was lying on her back in a room that was spinning
like crazy. She had never felt like this before and
wasn't really sure what to do about it. She hadn't eaten
yet, so perhaps her blood sugar was low. Nor was that
all. She knew that something wasn't right, but couldn't
decide what it could be. If only the room would stop
this weird spinning, she was sure she could make sense of
it.
While she waited for the room to stop, she slowly
realized that she was delightfully cool and relaxed. She
vaguely remembered being very hot and uncomfortable and
even tense about something earlier, but now she felt
quite pleasant (except for the spinning, of course). Her
clothes didn't feel tight at all now. She was content
just to lie there and wait for everything to settle down.
Still, there was something about her clothes...
"Oh my God!" she croaked. "That's what was wrong,'
she thought. "I'm naked!"
Her eyes snapped open and she found herself lying on
the floor of a very small bathroom. She looked down and
saw that she was (barely) covered with a long hand towel.
A young oriental girl was seated on the closed commode
next to her, with a look of concern on her face.
"Are you all right?" the girl asked kindly. "You
had us worried there for a moment."
"Tamiko!" Carolyn cried, when she finally remembered
where she was. "What happened?"
She tried to quickly sit up but her head thought
otherwise and she soon laid back down again, heedless
that her towel had fallen away and her breasts were now
uncovered to the gaze of the delighted Tamiko.
"Oooohh, my poor head," Carolyn moaned.
"Here, let me help you," Tamiko said as she assisted
the shaky Carolyn to sit up and lean back against the
bathroom wall.
Carolyn saw that her chest was now exposed in front of
another woman and quickly scrambled with the towel to
keep herself properly covered.
Carolyn didn't protest when Tamiko sat alongside her
on the crowded floor and placed an arm around her smooth
shoulders and held the dazed woman close to her.
"Just remember to take it easy. You've had a bad
fall."
Even in her almost naked condition, Carolyn knew she
desperately needed someone to care for her right now.
She needed someone very badly.
It all became too much for her and, for the first time
since she was ten, she began to cry.
"What happened to me?" she sobbed. "I don't
understand."
She leaned over the woman, and helped her to stand.
Tamiko managed to get the sobbing woman to her feet where
she clung with desperation to the Japanese teenager, her
protective towel now lying forgotten on the floor at her
feet.
Carolyn's beautiful lush body pressed tightly against
Tamiko's thin silk robe. Tamiko put a comforting arm
around the nude Carolyn's waist, and was careful to press
herself fully against her whenever the opportunity
presented itself. Tamiko knew that this wonderful
contact was almost more then she could endure, and she
desperately wanted to take this exciting woman right then
and there. But, she realized that Carolyn's night of
surprises was just beginning, and they all still had a
long way to go before the delightful end. "Patience,
Tamiko," she thought sadly. "Patience."
"What happened?" Carolyn gasped, trying to get her
emotions under control.
"You fell and hit your head. Don't you feel dizzy?"
"Yes."
"Well then."
"But why are my clothes all over the room?"
"Because you must have taken them off when you came
in here to use the facilities. You were saying earlier
something about being very warm. Perhaps you were just
trying to cool off. Don't you remember?"
"But why would I take them all off?"
"Listen, my precious one. When I came in to see what
was taking you so long, you were lying there on the floor
as you are now, with the hair dryer on high. I was the
one who covered you with a towel. Outside of that, I
have no idea what you were doing in here."
"What...What happened?" Carolyn cried.
"I think you fainted, so I came in. Are you all
right?"
Carolyn was exhausted, her mind overwhelmed and unable
to function. Heedless of her nudity, she could only
cling, sobbing, to her rescuer. It was Tamiko who had
gotten her free of her totally degrading situation. She
could never repay her enough for that!
"Thank you," she sniffed, trying to regain control
of herself. "I don't know how I..."
The proud Carolyn dissolved into tears again. She
held the delighted Tamiko tightly, not noticing the
Japanese girl's small hands moving lovingly over her
firm, exposed buttocks.
"Come on now. It is all right. You are fine. No
harm has been done," said Tamiko as she soothed the
distressed Carolyn, now freely caressing the woman's bare
back.
When Carolyn's sobs finally stopped, a grinning Tamiko
handed her a box of tissues. "Here, you will be needing
these, I think."
Seeing the young woman's smile made Carolyn realize
the ridiculousness of the situation. Here she was naked
in a small bathroom. How stupid it all was! She was
very grateful to this young woman for being so helpful
and understanding of her. She hardly ever found anyone
like that.
"Thank you, Tamiko," she said, as she smiled back at
her new friend and accepted the box. "I believe that
you're right." She blew her nose and used another
tissue to clean up her face.
"That's the spirit. Now, sit here and we'll get you
cleaned up."
Carolyn obediently sat on the closed lid of the toilet
seat and patiently waited while Tamiko used a damp wash
cloth on her face to clean off the effects of Carolyn's
crying. It was while she was sitting there that Carolyn
realized that she was still naked. She looked about for
her clothes and fould them all jumbled together in a
corner. When she reached for them, Tamiko told her to
sit still.
"We'll take care of that later." she said. "Don't
worry about it."
"But..."
"Now, sit!"
So Carolyn sat there primly in the nude on the toilet
seat, with her hands in her lap, as Tamiko plied her with
a wash cloth. Although worried at first when she saw
that Tamiko was using very hot water on the cloth,
Carolyn found the effect to be surprisingly refreshing.
"I usually put damp towels in the microwave when I
have company over for dinner. It is a very old Japanese
custom and is a great way to start a meal," Tamiko
explained as she began to wash Carolyn's upper chest.
"Would you care to do that sometime? Come over for
dinner, I mean?" Tamiko asked as she gazed in rapture
between the firm high-set breasts to the downy vee
nestled between Carolyn's partially opened thighs.
Carolyn was touched at this sincere gesture of the
woman's friendship. She was beginning to like Tamiko
more and more.
"Why, yes. I'd love to. Anytime."
"Don't be so eager," laughed Tamiko, as she started
washing Carolyn's upper breasts. "You haven't tasted my
cooking yet!"
"Oh, stop. I'm sure that it'll be wonderful."
As they made plans for their evening to come, Tamiko
carefully used the wash cloth to wipe over and under each
of Carolyn's firm breasts.
During this pleasant conversation, Carolyn thought
nothing of Tamiko washing her breasts. It was so
pleasing, being cared for like this. Tamiko had a very
gentle and caring touch and, in spite of the situation,
Carolyn found herself relaxing to the handling of this
accomplished young woman. When she finally realized what
was actually happening, Tamiko already finished her chest
and had moved around to clean her back.
"Oh, forgot something. Be right back," Tamiko said.
Before the startled Carolyn could say anything, Tamiko
dropped the wash cloth into Carolyn's lap, reached down
for Carolyn's soiled panties, and, taking her pantyhose
as well, left the room.
Poking her head back around the door, Tamiko smiled
and said pleasantly, "Now, don't go away!" before she
vanished again behind the closed door.
Carolyn actually found she could laugh at that.
Already feeling better, she picked up Tamiko's discarded
wash cloth and continued the job of cleaning herself.
She avoided her sensitive breasts. She was amused to
note her new good friend Tamiko had accidentally induced
her highly sensitive nipples to an erect state of diamond
hardness and caused her to become a little breathless in
the process. Carolyn methodically worked down her flat
stomach to her pelvis. She quickly washed off her
leaking fluids, thankful that Tamiko hadn't noticed such
a shameful activity on her part. She couldn't understand
what was causing her to be so wet tonight. She could see
that her labia lips were red, swollen and unbelievably
sensitive. She could barely touch that area with the
cloth without causing her heart to race. She hadn't
realized until now just how affected she had been by that
damned hair dryer. When she used the wash cloth on her
behind, she found that that heat had started her leaking
back there as well. "Oh my God!" she thought, and
quickly used damp toilet paper to clean off the offensive
secretions coming from her anus.
Carolyn had worked her way down to her knees when
Tamiko returned. Carolyn was delighted to find the young
woman carrying a tray with two glasses full of ice and a
picture of Mai Tai. She suddenly realized that she had
become very thirsty at that! Carolyn was also relieved
although quite embarrassed to see her panties neatly
folded on the tray. She noted with some dismay that she
didn't see her pantyhose anywhere.
"Okay, now let's get you dressed."
Carolyn was surprised to notice that the inside of her
panties was covered with a very fine powder.
"I sprinkled some baby powder that I use on mine when
I cleaned them," Tamiko explained when she saw Carolyn's
look of consternation. "It helps to keep down the
moisture."
At the reminder of how so uncontrolled her body had
been acting this evening, Carolyn blushed deeply and
turned her head away with embarrassment. It was so bad
that even her new friend Tamiko had noticed. She was so
ashamed at this further public humiliation that she
didn't even notice when Tamiko began helping her get into
her panties. At Tamiko's gentle urging, Carolyn stepped
into them without thinking and let Tamiko pull them
slowly up her sculptured legs and over her flaring hips.
"Oh!" she gasped involuntarily, as she felt Tamiko
pull them up much more snugly than Carolyn preferred.
She looked down and was shocked to realize that Tamiko
was in the process of getting her dressed! She could
sense the woman's hands on her behind as she carefully
smoothed out the material (what else could she be doing
back there?). The panties had been dragged so high that
she could feel the lower half of her buttocks were
exposed. The panty material had sunk deep into the
crevasse of her behind. Even the crotchband was pressed
tightly against her poor abused pubic area, but the
powder Tamiko had used felt soothing to her now highly
tender nether regions.
In any event, she was still feeling far too embarrassed
to draw attention to herself even more by saying anything,
let alone attempting to adjust them herself while someone
was in the room with her. To top it off, she noticed that
her modest panties were fitting much looser around the
waist than they had when she put them on this morning.
She decided that the elastic must be giving out.
"Damn! And a brand new pair, too," she thought.
Yet, despite her resolve to let Tamiko help her, when
she saw Tamiko with her bra she covered her breasts.
"This has gone far enough," she thought. She felt
perfectly able to dress herself, thank you, and in
private, please. But, seeing the expectant and helpful
look on Tamiko's face, she resolved that she would do
anything not to hurt her new friend again. Besides, new
friend or not, she was exhausted, light headed, and
desperately needed to get to her bed. The sooner she was
dressed, the sooner she could leave.
"Let me do that, please," Carolyn hesitantly asked,
as she let Tamiko lower her arms to her sides.
But Tamiko insisted on doing it herself. Carolyn
wished the girl would let her do it, because she was
obviously having trouble with the bra. She first tried
it from Carolyn's front, then went behind the woman and,
pressing her body tightly against Carolyn's, tried it
with her arms coming around her. Either way, for some
reason Carolyn couldn't understand, the bra wouldn't fit
correctly. Worse, her highly sensitive nipples kept
getting in the way of Tamiko's hands. She jumped every
time Tamiko inadvertently touched them. Eventually, she
was jumping so much that Tamiko had to ask her if there
was anything wrong.
"Oh, no. Everything's fine," Carolyn gasped, as the
back of Tamiko's hand once again grazed her right nipple.
They were becoming extremely erect and developing the
consistency of diamonds. With a sigh of relief, Carolyn
finally felt her breasts snug in their cups and the strap
firmly fastened behind her (Tamiko only fastened one of
three hooks).
Next came the blouse, slacks, belt (Tamiko left it
very loose), scarf, and finally her jacket.
As she stepped into her shoes, Carolyn looked at
herself carefully in the mirror. She looked just as
crisp and capable as always. It was, she felt, the
appearance of someone who is always in control..
Thankfully, no one could tell by looking at her that
anything so outrageous happened to her while she was in
here. Looking at herself, she herself was finding it
hard to believe that anything occurred at all. Only a
faint but surprisingly persistent tingling in her crotch
was the only sign that something actually happened.
That, and her misplaced pantyhose. "But no one will ever
know about that," she thought.
"Thank you for your hospitality and for your... help.
But I really must be going. I don't feel very well,"
Carolyn confessed.
"But you simply can not leave now. I would worry
about you the rest of the night. I couldn't stand not
knowing whether you got home safely or not. Let me take
you."
In her dazed state, Carolyn wondered if Tamiko might
not be right. Perhaps she did need someone to be with
her on the drive home. Too much had occurred to her this
evening that she couldn't even begin to comprehend. She
needed some quiet time at her apartment to understand
what happened to her, and especially try to comprehend
why her normally very obedient body was so out of control
tonight.
"Besides, you did promise me that you would stay.
Remember?"
"Oh, damn," Carolyn thought bitterly. Of all the
times to obligate herself, she had to pick tonight.
Well, this was one of those times when the only option
was just to make the best of it.
"Yes, I remember. Of course I'll stay" Carolyn
found herself looking deeply into the surprisingly
beautiful black, almond eyes of the girl. "And thank
you again, for caring."
"It's what friends are for, you know."
"Yes. That's very true. So, how soon after the
ceremony can we leave?" Carolyn asked, still desperately
anxious to be on her way home.
"Not until Tiffany has been completely initiated.
Shouldn't be long. See you in the living room," Tamiko
said over her shoulder as she quickly left Carolyn.
So, in spite of everything that had happened to her,
she was still going to be here for the initiation
ceremony. She couldn't believe it. Her head was
swimming, she felt very tired, and yet her body had never
been more alive. It was positively tingling with
sensations.
Well, if Tamiko wanted her to stay then so be it. It
was the least the she could do for all of Tamiko's
kindness towards her. Besides, the way Tamiko has been
describing it, it should prove of cultural interest if
nothing else.

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