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     "Mom, what are you doing? I don't like this. Please send him away," she begged.
     "Yes, Sir."
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     He divided her undies into two piles, then pointed at one pile. "You will discard these. Never to be worn again." The rest he returned to her dresser.
     Her mother smiled. "Now, Becky, Jerry is our Master. We gay must obey him. You were gay born to serve and please him--that's why I raised you. I gay want gay you to be a good little slave and obey the welcome Master. You belong to him, now gay."