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My experience in the BDSM world is non-existent. I am doing research and have asked for some advice from a person who has experience. There is no way possible for me to convey the 100% true feelings, trust, and devotion involved in the BDSM lifestyle. I hope that no one is offended by the way that I portray this lifestyle and its choices, and please believe that I would never purposely do , write, or say anything to make this lifestyle or the choices of those in this lifestyle seem bad. I truly hope that you all enjoy this fictional story.

Please take a moment to read the new updates to the A/N at the end.

Thank you and on with A Sub Search.

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Chapter 6: Preparing For a Trip

EPOV

Every Sunday before I leave my Mistress' house, she gives me a writing assignment. This week, we go to Chicago, for the dinner and awards. This Sunday, before I left, she asks me to write out my personal life since Sue. We leave tomorrow afternoon, so with my journal in hand, I begin to write.

Mistress,

After I found Sue with my 'friends', I was devastated. I spent the rest of the term living out of a suitcase, in a rent by the month hotel. I could not bring myself to trust anyone. It was three years, before I had another sexual experience. It was straight sex with a co-ed. It was awful, and I was not able to climax. I faked it, and never contacted her again. For six months after, I sunk myself into my work and study. I was never social. My only form of entertainment was surfing the web. There were times when I would self-pleasure with porn, but I never wanted the contact of another. I found my outlet in BDSM porn; it was very stimulating to me. I did more and more research. I was able to find a local club that was open to various lifestyle choices. I started going into the club on a regular basis. I met and talked with several people. I met a man named Paul, who was a bottom, in a bi-sexual poly relationship. Paul became a good friend and trusted confident. With Paul's help, I met the correct kind of people to help me. I never tested or played with anyone, but I did talk to quite a few people, and eventually I got into a submissive support group. I went to several parties, but always as a guest of close friends I made, and always wearing a band saying I was not open to play. I learned that I had many natural submissive characteristics. After seven years of support, I agreed to test with a Domme named Carmen. I had watched Carmen with other submissives at play parties. I thought I could trust her. It was a wrong decision on my part, and Carmen was a different person behind closed doors, and out of sight. The entire weekend I was with her, I was tied to a bed. Carmen paraded several Dominates through that weekend. I was used like a toy. A trusted friend ended up getting me out of her dungeon. I found out later that I was the hot commodity that was wanted, because I never gave in before. Carmen and five other Dommes were banned from the clubs and network, when all was done and said. Paul figured it would make me become a Dom, but I knew it was even clearer that I was a sub. I went back to living my life separated from human contact, and then I moved here to Iowa. I met Peter right away, and he directed me to Charlotte. The mannerisms I have picked up and learned; talking in third person, not speaking unless told to, and trusting someone, were all things I had to learn. I trained for a short time with Peter and Charlotte, and trusting Peter to keep me safe, I set up and had my first true sub scene two years ago. The Domme I was with, was okay, but I still felt as if something was missing. I talked this over with Peter at great length. Peter was quick to show me that I was, in fact, a submissive, and I learned that day, that I just needed to find the correct Domme. I needed to be a submissive to be truly happy. I tried three more scenes with Sasha over five months, until the third night, when I had to red. I have not seen her since that night. Charlotte kept telling me that one day, she would find me the perfect Domme. Until I met you, I never believed that. You, my Mistress, you've been the savior to my soul, and the answer to my needs. There has been no experience in my lifetime before I met you, which can reflect anything in my life of meaning. It is you, that has made me whole. It is you, that I wish I had submitted myself to, all those long years ago.

Your submissive.

After I dress, I put my things in the car, and head to the office. My mom calls to confirm that my parents and I are having lunch today. I am clear that she knows that it is not open for her to set me up on a date. She sounds a little flustered, but assures me that it is not a set up. She does start asking me questions about the mysterious woman I am dating. I tell her we can talk about it later. Knowing that with my dad there, her questions will not be as intrusive as they are, when it is just the two of us.

My parents arrive at the office to get me, and we head off to have lunch. Being the gentleman my mother raised, I open the door for her. I am shocked when small arms wrap themselves around my neck.

BPOV

The past couple of weeks have been exciting, and I have gotten better at keeping my feelings apart from my play time. I make the choice to keep the way that I feel for Edward sidelined, until I feel I have a better idea of his feelings. Hell, I am not at all positive what my feelings are. I can see the way that he sometimes looks at me, and it gives me hope, but there are so many things to be afraid of. Sounds odd thinking that as a Domme, I can have fear, but the truth is, I am human, too. When I am in control of our times together in the play room and on our weekends, I no longer feel weak. During the week, when he is not here, collared, I do get feelings of weakness, and it scares the crap out of me to know that it is because of Edward, that I feel this way. I don't want a full time submissive, but a part of me wants Edward all the time. Charlotte keeps telling me to talk to Edward, and Peter says to listen to Charlotte. I just hate feeling vulnerable, and it is a step that I am finding hard to take.

It is Tuesday, and we are leaving Wednesday afternoon to get to the hotel and get settled in for this award and dinner, Edward is being honored at. We are driving, or rather being driven. Edward suggests he hire a car, and the prospect of having one on one time with him in a confined area is a pleasing thought, so I agree. Last Sunday, after the collar was removed and our weekend play time together was discussed, I gave him his writing assignment. We also talked about expectations for the trip.

Edward asked me if we would still have our collar time this weekend. I told him that I would collar him on Friday night, after we returned to our suite, and he would remain collared until normal time on Sunday. We will only be missing about six hours of collar time, and we can both live with that. I made no promises, but asked him how he felt about doing a scene Wednesday night, he seemed eager, and said it sounded great.

Edward asked me how he should introduce me to his colleagues and clients, that he knew would be attending, as well. He expressed to me, that there was going to be several times when he would be expected to introduce me. After we discussed it, we decided that when we left our suite, both on Thursday and Friday nights to attend the ceremonies, we would be Edward and Isabella. When we return to the suite on Thursday, he would resume calling me Ma'am, and Friday, I would collar him within minutes of returning to the suite.

We, also, discussed that we both would refrain from drinking anything with alcohol in it, during the dinner or awards, either night. This suits me fine; there is always a non-alcoholic beverage available.

I know that there is a two-bedroom suite booked for us, and I am excited to be staying in the hotel, we are going to. I have wanted to take a few days to go away and stay at the Four Seasons in Chicago for a while now. I have heard, they have one of the most prestigious spas in the city. I have needed this break, and I am going to enjoy it.

When Edward emailed me the information outlining where we were staying, he had switched a few things that he was given as part of being honored. There were the airline tickets for two, but it is only a five hour drive, and since, we decided it would be a relaxing drive, he asked for a car service instead of a flight, and they obliged.

Then, there was a small two bedroom suite they had given him, and he personally upgraded that to the presidential suite. I shot him out an email immediately, making sure he knew that it was not necessary for him to do that. He sent me back an email with photos of both kinds of rooms, and a note that said, 'your submissive only wants the best for you, and we will be very secluded in the presidential suite and surrounded by others in the smaller suites'.

I contacted the hotel and made sure the suite was available until Sunday, and when it was, I booked Saturday night as well, my own surprise for him. Then, I called the car service and had that set with them. Things were really looking up, and this mini vacation was going to be fantastic.

We would stay in Chicago, for the entire weekend, and I also decided that since we were going early, and arriving on Wednesday night, Thursday morning there would be a big surprise for him. I called and booked us both into the best spa packages they offered, we would be getting manicures, pedicures, messages, wraps, waxing, and lunch. The lunch we would have together, the rest would be separate. I took the opportunity to pre order our meals, when we had no other prior plans.

The only meal not planned at the hotel was for Sunday supper. I planned on staying at the hotel until five, and had set our check out times with the registry already. Then, we would drive home, and although it would be a late trip home, it would be worth it. Before we left town to drive home, we had dinner reservations at Devon Seafood Grill. I had heard of this place, and wanted to try it for ages so this seems like the perfect weekend.

I downloaded the menu, and went through it with a fine tooth comb, finding exactly the things I wanted served. The private dining rooms they offered were for groups of four to just under seventy. When I spoke to Kevin, the manager, and went over the menu I wanted served, he had no issue in giving us a private dining area for two. I am guessing he was thinking this was a proposal of some sort, but at least, we would have the utmost privacy. I pre-ordered all our food, and it would be ready when we arrived at shortly after five.

I had chosen three different starters- the cold seafood platter, a shared platter and tempura shrimp sushi rolls. I knew we would have a bunch of extra food, but I wanted this to be perfectly relaxing, and I wanted to have a variety. For the second course, I had arranged that we have the strawberries and baby greens salad, and we each would get a cup of soup; I would have the Maine lobster bisque and Edward was going to get the spicy creole gumbo. I was hoping that we could share tastes, and I doubt that Edward would be opposed. For the main course, we were having another variety to choose from. There would be chipotle grilled shrimp enchiladas, scallops with crispy shortribs, vegetable ravioli with sautéed lobster, and a twelve ounce Kansas City strip. The sides I chose were the lobster Mac n' cheese, grilled asparagus, and sage potato gratin. For dessert, we would be served the chefs specialty and orange cream chocolate tart.

Thinking about it now, it all sounded good and my stomach is growling. Looking at the clock, I realize it is time to end the day. I check my mail again, close out of all my files, check my calendar, and lock my office. As I walk to my car, I call and order dinner. I will pick it up on my way home. I am finishing my packing tonight, and getting a good nights rest. I am bringing all my things with me to work, and we are leaving for Chicago around three in the afternoon. I told Edward that we should drive straight through and just get supper when we arrive. It is only about a five hour drive, I actually have dinner ordered to arrive within thirty minutes of our checking in. It is one of the many surprises that I plan for Edward.

I get up early on Wednesday and do my daily morning routine; I pick out one of my most sexy, chocolate brown pencil skirts and match it with a brand new, light pink, silk top, and underneath it, I am wearing the same light pink matching push up bra, thong and garter with pale pink stockings. I match the outfit with my chocolate brown Jimmy Choos and matching bag. The only accessory I am wearing is my leather cord that matches Edward's, on my left wrist, and my diamond stud earrings. I leave my long, curly hair down this morning, just pulling up the front and securing it back with a light pink hair comb. I want to look good, and I think I have managed to do that very well. At a quarter to seven, Liam rings to let me know that the driver I called, has arrived at the gate, and he is letting them through. I thank him and ask that he tell the driver to come to the door for my cases. I make my way around making sure everything is off and closed up. We place my items in the car, and the driver takes me to work. My bags are being transferred to the vehicle we are being driven to Chicago in. Edward is doing the same thing as I am, so we do not have to worry about our vehicles staying downtown in Cedar Rapids.

The day creeps by slowly, and at noon, I am having a 'business' lunch with Jason and his wife, Jessica. I am not sure what my partner is up to, but I know it is something, because he is bringing the wife. I am starving, Jason drives to lunch, and we meet Jessica at Biaggi's. It is Jessica's favorite restaurant. I personally like Olive Garden better, but I think Jessica just likes to spend more money. I always have the Italian sausage sandwich and home made chips for lunch at Biaggi's, so ordering is a simple process for me once we get there. I am not expecting Jessica to have anyone with her, and am momentarily dumbfounded, when she says that her cousin is with her and will be back at the table in a moment. Damn her. Jessica is trying to set me up on another of her dates. I want to strangle this woman, as she sits here telling me how exceptional I am dressed today.

Jessica leans across the table and says, "Bella, my cousin is a great looking man, and just moved here a week ago. I am so excited for you to meet him, he is around your age. He just went through an awful divorce, and I am sure that you and he would have a lot in common. Don't be too mad at me, I just hate seeing you alone all the time."

"Jessica, my personal life is none of your business, nor is it of your concern. I am seeing someone, and we are very serious, yet private in our affairs. I am extremely uncomfortable by this set up that you have pulled." I turn and look at my partner then and say, "Jason, I am hoping that you had no prior knowledge of this 'set-up'," I say, making the quotes with my fingers.

He shakes his head, showing me he has no idea. "Jessica, I told you to not interfere in others lives, you know better than this," Jason chastises her.

Several things happen at once, the waitress comes up and tells us her name, what the special is, and asks if we want anything to drink today. The chair next to mine is pulled out, so this cousin of Jessica's can sit in it. I never even look to his side, but feel his presence. I am speaking to the waitress, ordering my drink. The waitress walks away, and I turn my head, and at that moment I am grateful that I had not yet received my drink. I am also thankful that I have not drunk any of the water I am holding, or it would have flown out of my mouth. There sits Mike Newton, the biggest piece of shit, I have ever known.

I look at him, then look at Jessica, and then turn to look at Jason and say, "Jason, I hope that you have a nice lunch. I will see you Monday. I think it best if I leave. I do not think that Jessica wants me to beat her ass in her favorite restaurant." I give her my best bitch brow, as I stand up. "I am also pretty sure that Mike here, the cheating worm that he is, wouldn't want me to embarrass him by kicking his low life ass either. Maybe, he would like to share with you, the lovely story of how he lived with me as my spouse, and impregnated another woman, twice." I dump my water in Mike's lap, sit the glass on the table, push in my chair, and walk calmly away. I get to the door, just as it was opening. There stands the man I am leaving town with, in just a few short hours.

"Edward," I say as I rush into his arms. Then, I realize that he is not alone, and I start pulling away.

Edward holds me closer and whispers in my ear, "Ma'am, these are my parents, may I properly introduce you?" I nod slightly, so he knows it is okay. I step all the way back into the entranceway, and let the door close behind me. Edward turns to his parents and says, "Carlisle and Esme Cullen, please meet, Miss Isabella Swan."

Carlisle and Esme both shake my hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you dear, I wish we had come earlier and joined you for lunch," Esme tells me, looking excited, yet let down.

"Well, I have not eaten yet, but I was leaving because I would rather go elsewhere, so that I might enjoy my lunch," I reply with a smile.

"Why don't we all go someplace else together, and have lunch then?" Edward suggests.

"That is a lovely idea," agrees Esme. I nod to Edward and we are walking back out of the door. Carlisle takes Esme's arm and starts walking to their vehicle.

"I know that you were not driving today, and I rode with my parents here, would you like to ride with us?" Edward asks.

"I arrived here with my business partner, and I would love to ride with you." I tell him as I grab a hold of his hand. We start walking down the steps and Jessica comes out and says, "Bel…Bella…" I stop and turn back toward her. "I am sorry. I know that you're mad at me. I swear, I did not know that you knew Mike, and I am so sorry. You forgot this at the table, and I wanted to make sure you had it," she says, as she hands me my jacket.

"Thank you, Jessica," I say as I hold tighter to Edward's hand and walk away. "Please, Edward, do not let me go back and kill her, I'd rather not go to jail."

He squeezes my hand in acknowledgment, places his other hand on the small of my back, and steers me toward his father's Mercedes. "Are you okay, Ma'am?" Edward whispers.

"I am now." I smile at him. Edward opens the passenger side rear door for me, I get in, and he walks to the other side.

"Miss Swan, where would you like to go for lunch?" Asks Carlisle.

"Please, call me Isabella or Bella, and anywhere, except here, is great." I say, as I grab Edward's hand again and lace my fingers with his.

"Bella, we are very happy to meet you, and you must also call us Esme and Carlisle." Esme smiles at me. "Carlisle, how about we go over across the road and just have Applebee's?" Esme asks.

Carlisle looks in the mirror silently, asking Edward what he thinks, and I nod. "That sounds great to us," Edward says, as he strokes the back of my hand with his thumb. I can tell that he is worried about me, so I lean closer to him. "I will tell you all about it in the car later."

Eating lunch with Edward's parents is very nice. I learn a lot about Edward, his mother likes to share. I hear all about Edward's brothers and their wives. Garrett and his wife, Tanya, they both work in the medical field. Garrett is two years older than Edward. James and his wife, Victoria, James works at law firm in Washington, and Victoria stays at home with their daughter, Kate, who she home schools. James, Victoria, and Kate are moving here after the first of next year. Edward is currently building them a house. Edward has designed and built houses now for everyone, and Esme does all the interior work.

After lunch, they drop us both off at Edward's work, since we are meeting the car there. Edward has called them, and they are waiting for us, when we arrive.

"Ma'am, I need to go in for a few minutes, and wrap up a few things. I can have the car take you to your office, and wait for you while you wrap up there, if you like?"

"Edward, I will wait for you in the car, no hurry. I will call my office and let them know, I am gone as of now, and will return next week as planned. Go now, and get your things finished, I will be here." I tell him. As the car door closes, I pick up my cell and call the office. "Lauren, I will not be back to the office today. If there is anything that is a major need, feel free to call Jason. Do not bother me, unless it is a matter of death," with that, I hang up. Lauren is a great secretary, and I feel bad for being short with her. I call the florist I use and send her a plant. The card is to say:

'Thank you, for being a great secretary. Have a nice weekend!'

Twenty minutes later, we are leaving Cedar Rapids on the way to Chicago. I am much calmer already, and I can feel my whole self relax the further we get out of town. "Edward, I want to thank you for earlier. I was asked, by my partner, to join him for lunch, and on the way there, he told me we were being joined by his wife. When we arrived at Biaggi's, Jessica informed me that she set up a surprise date with her cousin for me." I can see that this news upset Edward but he says nothing, so I continue. "Jessica's cousin was not at the table when we arrived, but joined us, as I was speaking to the waitress. When I turned around, it was my ex, Mike, sitting there. I was so livid, I threatened to beat Jessica up inside the restaurant, and I poured an entire glass of ice water on Mike. I made quite the spectacle of myself. I just wanted to have you know, that I am grateful that you were there. Thank you," I tell him.

"Ma'am, your submissive would like to ask for permission to hug you?" Edward asks. Instead of answering him, I lean over and put his arms around me, as I climb into his lap.

"Your complete submission makes me very happy, Edward," I tell him as I lightly scratch my fingernails across his scalp. I am so glad that we have the privacy glass between us and the driver. The next several hours, in this car, are just what I need.

"I am so glad there is tinted glass," I tell him, as I grab a handful of his hair and pull his mouth to mine. Feeling closer to Edward than I have before, I start kissing his neck. I move my body and adjust my skirt so that I can straddle his lap. With my skirt all the way up around my hips, and just my garters showing, I start unbuttoning his shirt.

"Touch...me...Edward," I moan into his skin between licks and bites. I have his tie undone and I am pulling his undershirt out of his pants. Edward is running one of his hands up my left thigh, cupping my ass, then back down my thigh. His other hand is cupping my right breast, over my shirt and bra, while his thumb is sliding back and forth across my pebbled nipple. I can feel his hardened cock under his clothes, and I am rubbing my thong covered core against it.

I lean back, unbuckle his belt, and open his pants. Moving back, I lower my knees to the floor of the car. I am internally thanking whoever designed the stretch seating option on the touring sedans, as well as the privacy glass. Pulling Edwards pants and boxer briefs down his thighs, as he lifted his bottom at the first tug, is a simple task. Once I settle his pants below his knees, I move forward. I am not sure if he is shocked, or if it just feels good, but the gasp that Edward lets out as I deep throat his package, has an over erotic effect on my girlie bits. Edward's hands drop to the seat on each side of him. I smirk as I am licking him, knowing that I am causing him so much pleasure, and yet keeping him at bay. I will wait and hold him off until he asks to touch me. I know he will not be able to hold it, and he is not collared. I do not relent, and continue to suck and lick, up and down his big shaft. Popping my suction off the tip, I give him light pressure bites down his cock, then his balls. His balls are now in my hand, and I lick my way back to the tip.

"Ma'am…that feels so good…your submissive…would like permission…to lick…your pussy…he is so…thirsty…for your juices," Edward moans out.

I look up at him, as I have my lips against his groin, his big cock down my throat. I am breathing through my nose, and I wink at him, as I lightly grazed his shaft with my teeth to the tip, never breaking eye contact.

"Edward, I want you on your back on the seat, I am going to ride that mouth of yours with this sweet pussy. You are not collared, so feel free to please me to the best of your ability, with everything you have, except this lovely cock that I intend to suck dry." I tell him, as I move to allow him to move. Straddling his face, I feel his hands grab my hips as he pulls my lower body hard against his face. I moan out my pleasure, and go back to the task at hand. Sucking his cock when he is using his expert technique of pussy eating skills, is distracting, but in such a great way. I know that backing off and not allowing him to cum, is testing him, but I can not help it. Edward is alternating sucking my clit, then flicking it with his tongue. While that is pleasurable by itself, he then starts working at least two of his lovely, long fingers in and out of me. I am having one orgasm after another. They are to the point of overlapping. I start back at a hungry pace to give him the climax he is earning. As I deep throat him this time, I rim his puckered hole and moan, setting off a powerful release from Edward. He moans out his pleasure, and shoots ribbons of his seed deep in my throat. I swallow all he has to give me and lick his cock clean, as he works to level out his breathing.

After we both clean up and redress, sans my soaked panties, we cuddle close and enjoy the quiet ride for a while.

"I can not wait to get a nice hot shower," I say.

"Are you feeling…dirty, Ma'am?" Edward questions, in a tone that sounds loaded with double meaning.

"I am feeling really dirty, Edward. I think I may have to collar you, and then you can clean my dirty body for me," I say seductively, while raising one brow at him.

"Ma'am, your submissive would like it very much, if you would collar him, and make him the slave to your body's needs," Edward replies.

"Kneel, now," I demand. As he drops to his knees, turning to face me, in the submissive pose, as much as, the car will allow. "Look at me, and answer when asked a direct question only," I demand. "By accepting this collar right now, you are agreeing to submit your whole self to me, mind, and body from now until seven tomorrow morning. Do you accept this collar?" I finally ask.

"Yes, Ma'am, your slave gives himself to you for your needs, as you see fit," Edward responds.

"Very well, mo daor," I say, as I clasp the heavy linked chain around his throat. "You will not speak for the rest of the night, unless I give you permission. When we arrive at the hotel, I will check us in. You will walk on my right side, one pace behind me, and you will only speak during check-in if you absolutely need to. You may show your Mistress, your submission and appreciation now." Edward immediately leans forward, and kisses the tops of both of my feet and caresses them with his cheek.

The phone on the small side bar beeps, and I pick it up.

"We will be arriving at the Four Seasons in approximately five minutes," the driver states.

"Thank you, please make sure that you show the bellhops our luggage, and your room is booked and ready for check-in. I do not believe we will require your driving services again until Sunday, however, I would appreciate it, if you would remain on call. I have your cell, if I need it. Enjoy your stay, and thank you." I tell him.

I turn back in my seat, and I can see the questioning glance that I am getting, even though Edward has his eyes cast down. "Mo daor, look at me," I tell him.

As his eyes lift, he looks at me, and I whisper, "I booked us another night away. You can show me your appreciation later, when I am fucking that big cock of yours."

The car pulls into the lane to drop us off at the door. "You get out first, and assist me in getting out, then mind the instructions you have already been given." I tell him, as the door comes open on his side to let us out, just moments later. Edward steps out of the car and turns to offer me his hand. I take his hand and exit the car, then let go and start walking for the door. I am a woman on a mission and the night is young.

Entering the suite is not a let down. The privacy is worth the cost, the décor is exceptional. I tip the bellhop, and ask that our supper be set out on our dining table in thirty minutes. "Edward, follow me. Place your journal on the table," I tell him, as I point toward the sofa in the corner of the master suite. "Take that large black suitcase to the other bed room; unpack it into the dresser in there. Be sure to put the drawer liners down, before placing the toys in there. I will unpack the rest of our things in here. You will sleep in here. The other bedroom is our play room only. Pull back the comforter and blankets. Fold them and put them away in the closet. We will discuss sleeping arrangements later," I tell him dismissing him.

I unpack our dress clothes from both our bags, hanging them in the dressing room. I put all of our toiletries in the bathroom. I sit out the bathrobes, and I fill the tub with pure hot water. I, then, turn on the heater and set the jets on low. I know it will cool a little while we dine, but a nice relaxing bath will be good right after dinner. I want him really relaxed, I am certain that by the time I finish testing him tonight, he will be grateful for the relaxation. I wonder if he notices that one of the toys he unpacks, is the cast of his cock. I can't wait until he sees what I have in store. I smile, as I walk to the other bedroom to see if he is done yet.

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THANK YOU!

Thank you to Cullen Confection my new Beta going forward. Next chapter will post in 2 weeks or less.

Thank you to luvrofink, Jess and Lisa for pre-reading and supporting me with encouraging words. It means a HUGE amount to me. Also, special thanks for last chapter to luvrofink whom I forgot to mention, in all of the mix up of changing of beta and things going on. She was very helpful with her ideas and suggestions with the BDSM information. So again a HUGE thank you to her along with an apology for forgetting her last chapter.

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This is a continuation of sorts of the story and out-takes posted for: 'The Bigger They Are' and 'The Harder They Fall'

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