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Chapter 17 by Absentedmindedspirit Absentedmindedspirit

What follows?

A brief examination of the scene.

Lauren was in her small abode, clad in nought but a leotard and didee, her feet bare, her tender toes digging into the shag carpeting of her living room.

Having hooned down a joint and shook ol' Jim Beams' hand Lauren was feeling very loose.

As the sounds of Hank Williams jr. blared out from her stereo she squatted up and down unrhythmically, like a rejected Ooompa-Loompa. Each squat straining the fabric of her leotard, digging into her ever moistening lips with nearly silent squelches.

Lauren was losing her self, twirling to the music. Soon she was against her baslcony windows.

What does Lauren do?

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