Chapter 2
THE SHIELD

Steve Warren stumbled to his feet, still panting and gasping from the intense orgasm and stared at his surroundings. Near him were four other men. Toby had...no, it wasn't Toby with him!

It was another black man, just as big and muscled, but this man was somewhat lighter- skinned, the color of a Hershey's milk-chocolate bar. Like Toby, this stranger was nude, his hair cut in a short-short style that made Steve think of his military days. His body was thick with muscle, the big bulging round shapes that only black men seem to carry so well, the skin shining with its load rather than straining. Thick "O's" of hair dotted his chest and legs, and his dong swung like a wide clapper with every movement, same as Toby's did.

This black man was just releasing the cock of a hairy man wearing tattered clothing, which looked crude and home-made. His hair was long and looked at if it had last been trimmed with a knife. This man was muscled, but his muscles made him appear wide and broad rather than tall and massive, like his body had moved outwards rather than upwards to accomodate the extra bulk. He radiated an almost animal magnetism with his face, with a large nose and cheeks with small bumps just below the eyes, that somehow made him handsome in an utterly unusual way. His chin was also rather prominent, were he fat and jolly rather than large, dark and brooding in form, he'd make a Santa Claus of every child's dream. He looked vaguely dangerous, like he exuded primitive power.

This man was in turn groaning and holding his head while he lay between the legs of a youthful Oriental man wearing only blue cotton pants. This Oriental man was very handsome, his body almost without hair, the hair on his head neatly trimmed and clean. His skin was brown and clean and smooth in form, his muscles visible but not as thick as the other men around him. He looked agile, strong and beautiful the way a grayhound or whippet is beautiful, the form built for speed and grace rather than brute force, with nothing feminine or weak about it. The grace of a striking snake, the agility of a cheetah.

The Oriental man was still sucking languidly on the cock of the man who had been sucking Steve's cock, this man wearing only a thigh-length tunic which had been pushed up to waist-high, revealing thick, hair-covered legs and a powerful body. This last man had a short beard kept trimmed neatly, his hair was reddish-blond--no, it was gold-tinged flames, that's what it made Steve think of. Steve saw him, his body covered with clean slices of scars, that he somehow knew had been made by knifes or swords in battle, their whitish shining emphasizing his masculine power. This was a barbarian, and proud of it, with no need of cities, or hot baths or carefully prepared foods. Give him a mountain stream and a freshly slain deer, and he'd have all he needed for his life to continue happily.

Steve looked from his fellow victims to their captors. An elderly man, with long white hair and wearing a long robe that made Steve think of Merlin, though this robe had no designs on it at all, a solid black in color; this old man had his hands pointed at them, chanting. Some ritual or other, Steve guessed. Behind him stood a youth dressed in modern clothing, but had his pants at mid-thigh and his hand on a limp cock, obviously just finished masturbating. Had they been putting on a show for this young fellow? He was an attractive lad, of age but barely at a guess, with the clean sheen of skin that only youth has, the hormones still forming the male body, still not yet corrupting the beauty of childhood that was clinging still to the body, losing but holding on as well as it could. In another year or two, no more, that sheen would fade, but for now, it gave him an attraction peculiar to that age, the attraction of youth and vitality and eager potential of undiscovered life.

"What is going on here?" he finally said as the old man's voice raised from a chant to a near-shout. That's when the power hit him.

It was like every fiber of his body lit with flame at one time. Like the very cells of his body were filling with acid replacing their water. But there wasn't pain in this feeling, there was instead a warmth that seemed to permeate his every vein and capillary, ferrying this warmth throughout his body. He felt like he was changing, metamorphosing into a new form of existence.

The warmth did not die, but instead became a part of his being, and subsided into its new role. Feeling utterly, permanently changed, Steve swallowed hard and made his next question more polite. "Please, sir, what is going on here?" He looked at his fellow captives, who seemed content to let him speak for them for now.

"You are understandably surprised. I would not have interfered with your lives had not the need been great. You are in your own world's future, and your people are in great need of your help."

"Please listen." the young man said, unabashedly pulling up and fastening his trousers, as if jerking off in public meant nothing. "He speaks the truth. Morven and I have only stayed here to help your people because if we had not, they would have been destroyed. Even now, we are only able to hold a single valley of this world safe from the invaders."

"Invaders?" came the voice of the bearded red-haired man. "Barbarians attacking the Empire again?"

"The world you know no longer exists. Even you, man in blue," the old man--Morven?-- said to Steve, "even your world has been destroyed. Mankind lives now in safety only in this valley. The rest are hunted and killed, if any are even left alive."

"By what?" Steve said. "Who?"

"You will see their images later." Morven said. "For now, you must rest a time while your bodies finish their change and accept the powers I have given you." He gestured, and the young man scurried over to a door.

"You may come in, now, General." the young man said.

A man dressed in Air Force blue and wearing General's stars, walked in the door, and Steve automatically straightened up into attention posture as, he noted from the corner of his eye, did the black man.

"Welcome, gentlemen, to Aspen Valley." the General looked at them. Fastened his eyes on Steve. "All of you have come from very far away. We need your help. Even if Morven had not said that he could give you, and only you, special powers to fight, we would need your help. But this one valley, at least, is still the United States of America, and I want no fighters who are not willing to fight. All I ask of you is that you look at the world and time you have entered. Look at us, and see if this is a battle you would join. For now, I will tell you what I can."

"Four years ago, spaceships from another planet came to our world. We couldn't communicate with them, but we saw no reason to believe they were hostile. So we readied for war, but prepared to welcome them in peace."

"I was in charge of an Air Force base not far from here. To my surprise, I was given orders from the President, not to greet or defend against these vessels, but to gather my men and their families, and retreat to this particular valley. And I was told, no matter what I heard, not to let anyone leave. So I took my complement, with their wives and children, and I brought them here."

"From the very moment they entered our atmosphere, their ships disgorged machines of many, many horrible types. All of them different. Without warning, without attempting to communicate with us, without reason, they began to destroy our cities and kill our people. To this day, we don't know why they have done this. Our military fought them as well as it could, but there are too many of their machines, and their machines are too powerful."

From the safety of this valley, I have followed the hardest orders of my life, kept quiet here and listened while the rest of the country and the rest of this world was systematically destroyed and plundered by the machines. Listened while these machines have engaged in their odd campaign, first to capture all the women they can, then to kill any men, of any age down to the smallest child."

"This is a small and isolated valley, but they found us here, a year ago. They launched a surprise raid using small machines that skitter around like so many blasted cockroaches the size of small dogs. A single company of my men were able, with a few of the women, to hide in a cavern near here. The machines were closing in and our position was hopeless. That was when Morven appeared. He wields a power I still don't understand. But he was able to drive the machines out of the valley, and to help us close off the valley from the machine invaders. Once you go outside, especially at night, you will be able to see the shield which hovers over this valley. It shimmers and sparkles, but it makes us invisible and invulnerable to the invaders. That is Morven's doing."

"So here we are, safe but helpless, one hundred and fifty men, six women and two children. And to the best of my knowledge, this is all that is left of the human race."

"We are safe, I repeat, for as long as we can maintain the shield. But we have been unable to attack in return. I asked Morven for his help. Give me a means to take back my country and my world, I asked him. He consulted whatever powers he had and said that six would be brought here from out of the past, six to fight the invaders and win back our world. I told him to go ahead. And that is why you are here. I again ask you for your help. You may look around where you wish, as you wish. But please, help us."

The General turned to Morven. "Morven, where are the other five men I sent in to you not fifteen minutes ago?"

Morven lowered his eyes. "An imbalance in the equation during the time of transport. I was able to bring these five through the portal, but only by sending the five men you sent me back into time and space to take their places."

"You mean that five of my men have been spread over Earth's past?" the General said.

"It was necessary."

The General seemed to get angry, then controlled himself. "You know best, I suppose. But I will miss those young men. Only one hundred and forty-five men under my command now. How will this reduce the shield?"

"It will retreat by one hundred meters." Morven said. "Slowly, between now and mid- afternoon, when the new balance will be established."

"I will tell my men to rescue what they can from the perimeter then." The General turned to Steve, smiling, obviously recognizing him. "You're Major Steven Warren, aren't you? The astronaut?"

"Yes, sir."

The General smiled wider. "Your disappearance was a mystery for many years. I guess now we know the answer. You vanished from a NASA storage room and were replaced by a bewildered, naked young man. Never did hear what happened to him. I suppose the same thing happened with these other four. Replaced by my soldiers. Five of my men lost. Poor fellows. I hope they are happy in their new time periods. At least they don't have to keep helping maintain the shield."

"We are permitted to leave now?" the hairy man asked.

The General blinked, looked at him. "What is your name?"

"Vladimir."

"Vladimir, you may leave this room and this valley any time you like. But I assure you, this valley is the only place where you are safe."

"And if I do not leave, your people will never be safe." And Vladimir was out the door at a flat run.

"Well, General, I can't speak for the rest, but I'll be glad to help any way I can." Steve said.

"After what I just went through, I'll believe anything." Cleavon said. "I'm Sergeant Cleavon Horton, United States Marine Corps. Just--sir, could you find me some clothes?"

The General smiled and clapped him on the shoulder. "Good man. We'll take care of that for you as soon as we can. Welcome to Aspen Valley." He turned to Athaulf. "And you, young fellow. Big and strong, and look like you've been in a few battles."

"I am Athaulf, the son of Olek. These scars are from Roman swords." Athaulf said. He pronounced it "At-ha-ulf". "And I am tired of fighting. I was searching for a place of peace."

The General's smile faded. "We don't have that, anymore, except in this one valley. But you are welcome to stay here in peace, Athaulf."

"Thank you." Athaulf made an odd obeisance.

"And you?" the General said to the Oriental. "What is your name?"

He bowed. "I have no name, honored sir. I have not yet won that honor."

"No name?" The General was startled. "Your parents didn't give you a name?"

"They called me Lao San, or 'Third Son.'" the young man answered. "It is not a name."

"We'll call you Lao San, then, for now." the General said. "You may choose your own name, or earn it later, or whatever. I don't know your customs, but I want to honor them as much as I can."

"You are too kind." Lao San bowed yet again.

"Welcome. Well," the General cast his eyes around. "We'll assign you quarters and let you get settled in. We have lots of room, more room than we have men to fill them."

"Tilan, show them to the house I asked be kept aside for them." Morven commanded.

"Yes, sir." Tilan said.

The General waited until they were out the door before he turned to Morven. "Morven, one thing I don't understand. You said that six men would be brought here to save us."

"I was surprised myself, when the portal showed only five loops." Morven said. "Then the answer showed itself to me. The sixth is Tilan, my own apprentice. I shall have to leave him here. I hope he finds happiness in his new life."

"We'll miss you." The General said.

"So long as you maintain the shield, you'll be safe." Morven said.

"Yes, that's what worries me." the General said as Morven vanished from sight. Morven had done this often before. No one yet realized that he had vanished for the last time.

Tilan showed them to a comfortable, large house, fully furnished. It held three bedrooms, each room holding a large bed. "This house has been unoccupied for the last year." Tilan said. "It should hold all you need."

"Why is it vacant?" Steve asked, as he looked around the house. It had everything, even knick-knacks on the shelves, and small items in the drawers and on the tops of tables.

Tilan looked at him as if he had asked a stupid question. "They were all killed, or captured in the attack." he said. "A lieutenant, his wife and four children. The wife and two girls were taken by the machines, and the bodies of the officer and his sons were given burial with the other dead of a year ago. But Morven said we would need this house one day, so we have kept it clean and ready. As you heard him say, it was kept ready for you."

"I see." Steve said, abashed. "Thank you."

There will be a bell when lunch is ready." Tilan said. "If you'll come to the main building when you hear it, you can meet the citizens of this valley. I must return to Morven."

Steve picked the biggest room for his own, of course, and walked in to look around. The clothing and things of the woman who had lived here had been taken, but the man's clothing was still hanging in the closet.

"There it is." came Cleavon's voice from the doorway.

Steve smiled at the large, nude man. "I guess you would be needing this." he gestured at the clothing hanging there. "If it'll fit that big body of yours."

"I hope so. Already looked in the other bedrooms. Those other two have claimed them. I'm going to have to share with someone. Since you're the only other American in the group, I'd rather share with you--if you don't mind." he said quickly.

Steve frowned slightly. "Why would I mind?"

"Sharing a room with a black man?"

Steve was puzzled. "Yes. Why would I mind the fact you're black? Is there a point you're trying to make?"

"I guess not." Cleavon smiled. "I guess things changed in America between your time and mine. Astronaut, eh? I always knew we'd make it to the moon one day. We did make it to the moon, didn't we?"

"Sure." Steve said. "Several times. The space station was going to let us build a permanent base on it, when it became operational in two more years."

"Wow." Cleavon said. "That must have been neat."

"It was." Steve looked through the stuff, said, "Here's a pair of the pants. Try them on."

Cleavon shucked into them and pulled, but the man had been substantially smaller than Cleavon. He got them up to his crotch but they wouldn't come higher and could not fasten by several inches.

Steve looked at Cleavon, his massive cock dangling triumphantly free of the attempt to imprison it, and he laughed. "Maybe my jumpsuit would work for you. It's pretty baggy and I'm almost as big as you. And I can squeeze into a flight suit I saw folded in a dresser drawer. That'll do until we can get clothing that fits."

"Uh, thanks." Cleavon said, watching as Steve zipped down the suit right then. He admired Steve's body as it was revealed to him, gasped as he saw the size of Steve's prong. "Nice piece of meat for a white boy." he said.

"Thanks." Steve said, "but it doesn't compare to yours. I was sucking a fat piece of black cock just before I got yanked away from it. Got yours confused with it during that little flight we were on."

"So you were the one sucking on me at the end, there?" Cleavon said. "Did a wonderful job."

"Thanks." Steve said. "I love sucking the long, fat ones."

Cleavon looked at the double bed they'd be sharing. "Glad to hear it. I think I'm going to like sharing this room."

Steve looked at the thick schlong as it rose up in response to the thought of sharing that large bed with him. "Well." he said. "Now that you mention sharing the bed."

Cleavon looked at the fat cock on this big white man rising up to point at him. "Damn, man, let me measure that sucker against mine."

"Sure." Steve said. "But yours is longer, I'm sure."

"Yeah, but not by much, and you're fatter. How do you shove that into anyone's ass?"

"Lots of lube, and no force from me." Steve admitted. "They either have to want it bad enough to take it, or I settled for blow-jobs."

"That's all you'll get out of me." Cleavon said as he mashed their puds together. Steve's cock was underneath, and it touched Cleavon's ball-sac as Cleavon's cock pushed into his pubic hair. Cleavon held them together like that, Steve feeling the warmth of Cleavon's balls against his cockhead, the hot heat of the black prong lying on top of his own, the warmth of Cleavon's hands as he kept them wrapped around both their cocks.

An odd tingle to that grip, that touch, that wasn't there with other men. Like electricity, not the sharp snap of static electricity, but the odd feeling you get them the electricity flows completely through your body in route to another location, like that joke device a friend had shown him. Steve and other boys had held hands in a circle, the boys on the end grasping each a wire, as a comrade threw a switch. Steve had felt the electricity course from the other boy into his own hand, up his arm and across his shoulders and down his other arm. The guy to Steve's left, caught in the middle as the current flowed both ways, was the only one to yelp in pain at a shock. Steve's body had merely conducted the current on through without pain. It was that sort of tingle.

Cleavon seemed to feel it, too, for he moved his hands and the flow of power followed his hands. Steve gasped and hunched, and that, too, seemed to stir the power Morven had filled them with.

He reached up for the thick black lips that were waiting for his own, kissed hard, tasting the dark flesh with its own flavor so distinctive, so delicious, wondered idly again if it was somehow tied to the skin color. No matter, he loved it just the same. When the startlingly pink tongue pressed against his lips, Steve opened his mouth and let it enter, sucking on the juicy intruder, feeling again the odd sensation, the transferral of power in and out of his body.

He released the soft succulent tongue as his cock gurgled under Cleavon's ministrations, realizing he was close to orgasm. This was fast work even for him! "The bed!" he gasped.

Cleavon seemed to agree with him, for he lay down on it, not on the pillows, but lengthwise across it. Steve hesitated, then moved so that he could clamber into sixty-nine position on top of Cleavon. He wouldn't insist without knowing this man better, but he would offer it this way.

As he placed his knees on either side of Cleavon's head and lowered his massive chest to cradle against Cleavon's taut stomach, feeling Cleavon's curly chest hairs like circles of flame against his own rippled abdomen, Steve grasped the long, thick, chocolate-colored schlong and guided it to his lips like a child intent on sucking a long chocolate-flavored ice bar. He felt Cleavon's lips embrace his cockhead and sighed; this would make being roommates a lot easier! Better when you got the blowjobs as well as gave them and...

Cleavon's lips engulfed him and Steve's mind was lost to coherent thought. He'd never felt this intense a desire, so strong a need, as he did from the power coursing through his veins, in and out of Cleavon's body in an unimpeded circuit that recharged him with every round it made through him out and into him again.

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He began to match the rapid flow of power by bobbing his own lips on Cleavon's cock, stuffing that fat meat all the way down as well as he could. Only a master cocksucker could take this massive prong, and while Steve was talented, he wasn't that good! Still, he managed to take well over half of it and hold it at that, bobbing that dun-colored cock in time to the pulses of power filling his body, and Cleavon, too, seemed to feel the need to match that energy, they were moving in a synchronous movement that drove Steve absolutely to the heights of passion, his whole body groaned in every cell with the sheer need and ecstasy of this moment. He never wanted this orgasm to end when it came, for it would be tremendous!

The thought brought the deed, it seemed, for his body suddenly wracked in climax, and that seemed in turn, with the flow of power, to trigger Cleavon's orgasm, for he, too, grunted and groaned as Steve did and they both speeded up their assaults on each other's prongs, to suckle and slurp noisily on the fat black prong in his lips, Steve grunted, his mind felt squeezed to a pinpoint in the very frontmost part of his brain, and he groaned, blasted his wad into the throat while his body, forgetting kindness in its need, shoved deep into Cleavon's throat and held it there, hunching into the tight orifice of his throat, blasting the sperm deep inside of him.

Cleavon grunted, choked, but took it, and his hands, which had been stroking Steve's body, grabbed Steve's head and held him down tight as well. The fat cock made it to Steve's original stopping point, caught, Cleavon gagged and shoved Steve's head harder, and this time Steve found himself, an unwilling sword-swallower, taking the entire massive eleven-inch schlong all the way. And when Cleavon got it all the way down, he held it there.

Steve held his breath and waited for his orgasm to end, helpless and unable to move until it did. He pumped his wad into Cleavon's throat and pumped it and pumped it and pumped it...

God, what a load! It was going on and on and on. Far longer than he usually lasted, seconds beyond the usual four or five seconds of orgasm, Steve's body continued to pump his juices into Cleavon while Cleavon's wads slid down Steve's unprotesting throat. Steve gulped as well as he could while hampered by the thick dick and waited for his ejaculation to stop.

Waited while it went on and on and on...God, how long would he last? He thought dimly in his climax. What had that strange wizard done to them? Was he doomed to lie like forever, wrapped in Cleavon's embrace, their cocks buried deeply inside each other's mouths, pumping their wads again and again? He felt an odd fantasy, that their bodies had a circular conduit through them and it was the same load he was shooting into Cleavon's throat that was moving down into Cleavon's groin to be recycled and pumped back into his own!

Finally--Steve had no concept of the time, but he was good at holding his breath and he was feeling faint from the lack of oxygen--their bodies were sated and he slumped down, first to rest on Cleavon and then over to one side, releasing that massive schlong which slid with a noisy suctioning sound, coated thick-gray with his saliva and throat mucous, to lie with just the cockhead in his mouth, his own being similarly held by Cleavon. Steve suckled at the cockhead to drain out the last juicy drops, tasting the load for the first time, while Cleavon did him the similar honor.

Funny, he wasn't winded like he'd normally be at a time like this. He felt, instead, revitalized, rejuvenated, rested even! He teasingly pulled Cleavon's cock into his mouth again as if he intended to force another load out of the big black man. And damned if the cock didn't respond to him, rise up to fatten and plump as he sucked on it, and Steve felt his own cock harden. Without a single bit of the soreness around the cockhead that orgasm typically brings, he found himself feeling instead like he was beginning sex, not completing it.

Wonder how far this will go? He thought to himself. How far Cleavon will go? Impishly, he began to suck Cleavon's cock with a more fervent pitch and Cleavon rose up so that they were lying side-by-side, twisted so that their lower bodies were both lying upright on the bed, but their upper bodies contorted so they could suck at each other's prongs.

This time, with the schlong fully lubricated and his throat stretched from the thick forceful invasion of earlier, Steve found himself able to take the entire length if he chose, so he took long, slow strokes, bringing the entire length into his mouth and throat. He found almost that he didn't need to breathe, that his body had sufficient resources within to let him do what he would, without fatigue, without lethargy, he pumped that massive man-tool again, milking it hard and fast while those plump brown lips on his lover were giving him a wonderfully cushioned but firm stroking. Steve lifted Cleavon's legs and teased his puckerhole with one impudent fingertip, not probing it, but threatening to with the fingertip pad pressing against it, to massage around and around the hot, moist warmth there. Cleavon's response was to moisten his own finger by releasing Steve's cock quickly, then resuming and Steve felt a big index finger find his own asshole and press against it. No teasing involved, the finger found the point and forced an entrance. Aroused by his extraordinary desire, Steve relaxed the muscles and the invader, thick for a finger but small for a cock, shoved in to waggle there.

"Gah!" Steve managed over the thick prong in his mouth. "Mph!"

Without returning for more lubrication, Cleavon removed his finger and pushed two against Steve's puckerhole. Steve again, this time with some difficulty, made way for it and as the two shoved in to their base, Steve found his orgasm approaching once again. He bobbed frantically on Cleavon's cock and again, their climaxes seemed coordinated by this odd joining of energy from within, Cleavon groaned, fucked at Steve's ass with his fingers while he sucked hard on Steve's cock, and again their ejaculations struck out into each other's mouths while Steve groaned with the need and passion of the initial climax.

Again his cock seemed to supply a never-ending flow of jism, again he gulped and sucked at Cleavon's cock as it poured out of the long dark schlong into his mouth, this time he caught the load on his tongue and tasted the thick wads, before gulping them down. And gulped them down and gulped them down while he shot his load, and shot it and shot it.

Steve caught a clock near the bed, an electronic clock-face which displayed hands rather than moving them by gears, it was functioning and had a second hand on it. He noted the second hand as it swept past the number 2 on the dial and determined this time to time their come load.

On and on it shot, pouring in a copious flow that gushed into Cleavon's mouth and Steve watched with increasing astonishment the second hand that moved past the 3, then the 4, then the 5 and the 6. On and on, wracked by orgasm, his body responded again with pleasure and rejuvenation rather than draining, and Steve sucked and sucked. 7, 8, 9, 10.

On and on. Ye, gods, Steve thought, that wizard DID do something to their bodies with that odd incantation. But how would this intense and prolonged orgasm save the human race??? Or was it just a wonderful side-effect? 11, 12, 1, 2, 3.

Finally his body seemed again to be finished, again he slid off to release Cleavon, this time resolutely letting go of the thick prod (which felt fully ready to go again) while pulling his own free from Cleavon's clutching lips. Actually broke the post-coital moment by getting out of bed and grabbing the clock.

It's an old clock, sitting here for years. Sometimes they get out of whack, he told himself. You know you can't time the moment of orgasm that well, your body is too busy doing other things. It seems longer than it is. Count to yourself like they taught you in basic training to time explosions. And one and two and three and four. "Damn it to hell!" he said in astonishment.

"What is it?" Cleavon asked him.

"Pretty intense orgasm, wasn't it?" Steve said.

"Yes." Cleavon said. Then, as it thinking Steve was disappointed somehow by that response. "It was wonderful, man, I never felt anything like it."

"No, and neither have I. For good reason." Steve shoved the clock at Cleavon. "Look at this clock. It works."

"Yeah. Hey, neat trick. Those hands are part of the dial. How does that work?"

"Liquid crystal technology. I mean the clock's second hand runs a one second per second. I used this clock to time our second orgasm, as well as I could. It had already started when I noticed the clock. Not even counting that time, which was probably a good ten to fifteen seconds, my orgasm lasted for a minute and ten seconds."

"Really?"

"They normally last four or five seconds, you know."

"Never timed them, but I agree that this time was pretty special."

"More than special. Unusual. Maybe even wrong. We have to go find Morven and ask him more about what he did to our bodies today."

"Sure you wouldn't like to go again, instead?" Cleavon said almost plaintively.

Steve smiled. "With a big 'O' like that, anytime you want to. But not right now. I want some answers!"

They dressed, Cleavon in Steve's jumpsuit, which was tight but fit him, and Steve in a flight suit that fit only slightly snug, and went to find some more answers to their new life.

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