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      <title>Sara Dancing in the Dark</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1 - Dancing in the Dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A few weeks after leaving The Farm, Sara was invited to a formal Scene event, to be held at a private club in the city. She asked her friend Meriam to take her, but Meriam had already made plans for that weekend. She referred Sara instead to Dan, whom Sara had met at a couple of parties earlier that summer. Dan was a nice guy, she figured; and he certainly knew how to tie a girl. She wondered, though, how he’d respond to her idea of a costume for the festivities.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>Sara: Initiation</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;“You know what you’re getting into here, don’t you? You know what this place is?” Sara nodded, afraid to speak. She stood still before the strange man, hands clasped behind her back, eyes averted. Her knees trembled slightly.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Good.” The man made no move toward her, but rather signaled the woman in the shadows to come forward.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sara started at the sight before her. The woman was shorter than Sara, about 5’3” tall, young, slender, and bald. Totally, completely bald. Her head was shaved, as was her groin, without a hint of hair on her arms or legs. Only her light brown eyebrows told what her hair color might have been been. She was also totally naked, except for the yellow ballgag strapped into her mouth. That, and the shackles she wore without self-consciousness.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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