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Roger jumps happily in back. The front seat slides down and back with a definite click. You jump in, the top closes, and the car begins gliding for the hotel. A timer lists 15 minutes until arrival.

"Nothing to do but wait," Roger says.

You see Roger's toes wiggling near your knees. The dark pink soles contrast sharply with the white furry tops and look screamingly sensitive.

"Hmmm," you think, "should I?"

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This little piggy

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