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Chapter 4 by Torg Torg

What does she decide?

An indignant 'no'

The courier gets an angry look on her face. "Take your tip and your willy and shove it somewhere else! Wanker!" She fumes as she leaves for the elevator.

You shrug and close the door. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, you think.

You continue packing.

What next?

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