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      <title>Agreements and Pets</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; The current setting is&amp;hellip; fluid. While the primary setting idea is sort of Steampunk Victorian, I&amp;rsquo;m not going to bend backwards to avoid anachronisms because porn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter One: Acquisition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord Charles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately, the time had come for a new pet. While I completely understood my daughter&amp;rsquo;s more violent sexual tendencies, and even shared them to some degree, it had been mere months since our previous pet had died and the rest of the family had been forced to wrangle an agreement from her. A modicum of self-control this time; rules as to what was allowed and what was not. She didn&amp;rsquo;t like it, but she still had plenty of room to play, and I would abide by them as well, and so I struck off in search of the newest member of our little family&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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