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The shop owner told her to wait while he retrieved the latex boots she ordered.
*Please do not touch anything.* He said before going.
Despite his warning, Caroll could not take her eyes of the amazing suit hanging right next to her.
She resisted the temptation and waited for about 10 minutes. But her patience grew heavy.
*Have you found my boots yet?*
No response. She took another look at the suit. The zipper, open, left the shiny interior exposed. It felt like it was begging to be used. A suit of this quality would be very expensive, she tough. She might never have such an opportunity again.
*Hello !!!* Still no response.
*Oh... What the hell...* in no time, she undressed herself and grabbed the flask of body-lotion on the counter.
*Strange... What is that doing on the counter ? It seems a bit too convenient* But she had no time to think. There was little time before the owner would come back, and she did not want to get caught naked.
She used the oil, and sinked in the rubber suit. H
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She was still sitting there, hours after the meeting had ended. It had been awful. The meeting, that is. Everyone pretended to have been his friend, saying they would miss a guy they never actually knew. But the worst offender, as usual, was Patrick. He went on and on about how they would get through this together, saying that Augustus Waters was a brilliant young man (even though he'd only met Augustus a small number of times). She would have rolled her eyes at Isaac (he understood), but, sadly, he couldn't see her. She settled for sighing as loudly as she dared, hoping Isaac would get the message.
"Hazel? What are you still doing here?" a surprised voice called. Patrick. He walked closer to the circle of chairs, into the Literal Heart of Jesus.
She took a shaky breath, her lungs even tighter than usual. "I don't know." She really didn't. Perhaps she was waiting to be call