Chapter Fifteen
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Wearing a body stocking made Margaret feel like a ninja.  They didn't have to sneak or creep around.  But she did so anyway.  Giggling the whole time, as they crept down the hall towards the old guy's vacant room.  Shannon Japan looked all too comfortable in skin tight duds.  He had made a career showing off the striations in his glutes.  She, on the other hand, couldn't help wincing at every acre of cellulite, every fat roll, she possessed.  Imagined or otherwise.  When they reached the midway point in the hall Shannon pulled out the card.  A skeleton key used by the staff.  

"It's not too late to turn back," he said.  

Margaret couldn't help wondering what Shannon held over the head of the man they had borrowed this stuff fro...

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