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Back at the farmhouse, I was entranced by the procession of young ladies that passed, each pampering me.
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| Hello. I am Ling, from my father's first marriage. Let me massage your feet for you. | |
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| I am Tam, Ling's full-sister. I will massage your tired shoulders and neck for you. | |
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It was the closest to Heaven I had ever been in my life. It seemed things couldn't get any better.
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| I'm Sandy. What will I do...? I know, I will go and make you some nice hot soup. Back soon! | |
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| I'm Wendy. Hmmm... you look tired. I'll go out to our home distilliery and fetch you some of our award-winning cider. | |
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...ot perhaps I spoke too soon.
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| Oh, you're being massaged, and you have food and drink on the way? What can Trudi and I do for you? | |
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| We could show him that pole-dancing routine we've been working on... I'll get the bikinis! | |
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