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You feel a little dizzy. You’re not sure how many hours it’s been… Two? …Three? Your legs have gone a bit wobbly and you’re really wishing you’d had another slug of that fermented berry juice before she got started. Exhausted, you sheepishly suggest a short breather. She reminds you with a widening grin that “all afternoon”…

Someone’s gotten into the fermented berry juice again… Tammy made you a bet that you’ll come before she does, winner rails the loser all afternoon. An empty threat, obviously… She’s been losing this little wager without a struggle for weeks, usually right away. You’re starting to think she’s doing it on purpose. Still though, she’s…