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St. Monica's School For Girls

************ Disclaimer!!! Before you start reading this book.... THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXTREMELY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT OF THE MOST GRAPHIC NATURE. I'm a degenerate, so this book was made for degenerates. If you fancy content that know no sexual bounds, sex between two females, then read at your own discretion. The book is pretty much depraved, with a dark tone, some might find it offensive even. If you are underage or unwilling to experience depictions of Yuri, hardcore sex, fetish behaviours, and unrestrained carnal perversions in lurid detail - DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. You have been warned - continuing past this point confirms you are an adult clearly consenting to subjecting yourself to material that does not shy away from portraying sexuality and deviance in its most profane, boundary-pushing extremes. If you nevertheless choose to proceed and find yourself offended or disturbed, DO NOT BLAME THE AUTHOR. This is your final advisory.  18+ ONLY. Moving on... No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any more or by any mass electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior written permission of the author. Please, Take Note: This is a book of fiction. All characters, names, places, incidents and behavior are from the author's imagination, used with no intentions of hurting anyone; Any resemblance to any actual living thing or dead is mainly by coincidence and I sincerely apologise. Read on!!

Golden_Essence · LGBT+
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Daddy Moment

(One year earlier) ....

The shy 13 year old with hunched shoulders and long stringy brown hair stood in aisle 12 overwhelmed by the abundance of nuts and bolts of various sizes, shapes, and even colors. Okay, maybe not colors, but degrees of shininess. "Three eighths" he mumbled to himself as he read the tiny type on the seemingly hundreds of bins in aisle 12. "Six inches long.. no.. wait.. four six inches and four eight inches..." The boy wanted to cry. Damn him. Damn that asshole sending him to get something he didn't know what he was supposed to be getting for a project he didn't want to help with anyway. He finally managed to find what he thought he needed, only ... there were only three bolts in the bin, and he needed four. Then there were the nuts. Someone had apparently gotten a hand full of nuts, then decided to put them back, but put them back in the wrong bin. And .. they didn't look the same color as the bolts. Did something like that matter?