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Chapter 82: Naomi Patel

  Meeting of West Virginia Southern Baptist Coalition Leaders

  Location: First Baptist Church of Charleston (Private Chapel)

  Attendees:

  Pastor Daniel McCullough (Leader, Southern Baptist Coalition – WV Chapter)

  Hannah McCullough (Deputy Leader, Southern Baptist Coalition & 6C Liaison)

  Rev. James Whitaker (Senior Pastor, Morgantown First Baptist)

  Sister Leah Kim (6C-Appointed Top Priest for Southern Baptist Coalition)

  Deacon Michael Boone (Youth Ministry Coordinator)

  Elder Sarah Pike (Women’s Fellowship Chair)

  Opening Prayer – Pastor Daniel McCullough

  "Lord, grant us wisdom in these troubled times. The world shifts beneath our feet, but Your Word stands eternal. Guide our discussion tonight."

  Topic 1: The Silence on Anti-Pauline Doctrine

  Rev. Whitaker: "It’s been over a month since 6C decred Paul’s epistles ‘corruptions’ of Christ’s message. Yet no arrests, no forced revisions—just that viral sermon from Elena Torres calling the Trinity ‘idotry.’ Why haven’t they enforced this?"

  Hannah McCullough (leaning forward, pragmatic): "Because pork was easy. You confiscate meat, shut down farms, and the people grumble but adjust. Scripture? That’s a war for hearts—and 6C is winning without lifting a baton. Look at our youth."

  Deacon Boone (grimacing): "My teens quote Lydia Shaw’s TikTok more than Psalms. ‘Paul was a false apostle’—they say it like it’s fact. The memes are relentless."

  Topic 2: The Social Media Onsught

  Elder Pike (smming her Bible): "These influencers—Lydia, Britney, Vega—they’ve turned heresy into a trend! Vega blows up a casino and gets 15 million likes. Our missionaries spend decades saving souls, and now—"

  Rev. Whitaker (rubbing his temples): "We banned TikTok from church WiFi, but it’s not enough. The algorithms push 6C content like it’s gospel. Even my wife watches Britney’s ‘hal chaos’ videos ‘for the ughs.’"

  Sister Leah (smiling faintly): "6C rewards loyalty. Notice how the loudest critics ‘disappear’—not to prisons, but to obscurity. Meanwhile, compliant pastors get… Ferraris." (She taps her car keys on the table.)

  Topic 3: The Path Forward

  Pastor Daniel (voice trembling): "Do we resist? Or adapt? If we denounce 6C, we risk our churches. If we stay silent, we betray Christ."

  Hannah (coolly): "We survive. Compromise on non-essentials—call the Trinity a ‘mystery,’ not a doctrine. Emphasize Christ’s humanity, downpy Paul. And for God’s sake, start a TikTok."

  Deacon Boone (muttering): "I’d rather shepherd goats."

  Sister Leah (standing): "Then you’ll shepherd empty pews. The storm is here. Bend, or break."

  (Silence. Outside, a Ferrari engine roars—Lydia Shaw arriving for a "youth outreach" event next door.)

  Pastor Daniel (closing prayer): "Lord… have mercy on us all."

  ***

  Secret Meeting of West Virginia Trinitarian Church Leaders

  Location: Hidden basement of St. Mark’s Lutheran Church, Charleston

  Attendees:

  Rev. James Whitaker (Southern Baptist – Morgantown First Baptist)

  Deacon Michael Boone (Southern Baptist – Youth Ministry)

  Father Thomas O’Reilly (Catholic – Diocese of Wheeling-Charleston)

  Pastor Rachel Nguyen (United Methodist – Charleston Central)

  Elder Miriam Goldstein (Presbyterian – Charleston First)

  Bishop Elias Freeman (AME Zion – Charleston Bethel)

  (Note: The group chose a neutral, non-denominational location to avoid suspicion. The room is dimly lit, Bibles and coffee cups scattered across a worn wooden table.)

  Opening Remarks – Father O’Reilly

  "Brethren, we meet under the shadow of the beast. The Southern Baptist meeting was… unsettling. Hannah and Leah pyed their parts too well. They speak of compromise, but their eyes gleam with something darker."

  Deacon Boone (rubbing his hands nervously): "They didn’t even flinch when we mentioned the Trinity. Just smiled and talked about ‘updating doctrine.’ Like it’s a software patch!"

  Rev. Whitaker (leaning in, voice low): "Hannah’s my own niece, but when she said ‘call the Trinity a mystery,’ it wasn’t theology—it was a threat. And Leah? That girl’s a wolf in sheep’s Chanel."

  Pastor Nguyen (grim): "They’re testing us. 6C hasn’t burned our churches—yet. But they’re boiling the frog. First pork, then Paul, next… the Resurrection?"

  Elder Goldstein (smming her fist): "They’re using our own people against us! Hannah and Leah grew up in our churches. Now they’re handing Ferraris to pastors who ‘see the light.’ How do we fight that?"

  Bishop Freeman (deep sigh): "Same way we always have. Underground networks. Coded sermons. But we’re not in the 1960s—6C’s got drones, TikTok, and Toyota armies."

  The Youth Problem

  Deacon Boone (desperate): "My youth group’s split. Half are scared. The other half are making ‘hot heretic’ edits of Lydia Shaw. They think this is a game!"

  Father O’Reilly (stroking his cross): "The early Church faced Rome. We face… influencer theology. But the weapon’s the same: Truth. Even if it’s whispered."

  Rev. Whitaker (bitter ugh): "Truth? Brother, the st pastor who preached against 6C from the pulpit—his congregation ‘donated’ his church to Li Vane’s sports complex. He’s now a janitor there."

  (A heavy silence. The sound of a car engine outside makes them freeze—but it passes.)

  Pastor Nguyen (firm): "We need a digital underground. Sermons hidden in gaming streams. Bible studies disguised as ‘vintage book clubs.’"

  Elder Goldstein (nodding): "And we protect the children. If they’re glued to screens, we make sure they see our memes. Even if it’s… ‘Paul was actually based.’"

  Bishop Freeman (raising an eyebrow): "You want to out-meme 6C?"

  Deacon Boone (grinning weakly): "Better than letting Vega blow up our pulpits for clout."

  Father O’Reilly (standing): "Then we fight—quietly. But we do not bend. Not on the Trinity. Not on Christ’s divinity. And certainly not on Paul."

  (They join hands in the dark, praying in whispers as the sound of a distant Ferrari fades into the night.)

  ***

  SECOND MEETING OF WEST VIRGINIA TRINITARIAN RESISTANCE

  Location: Abandoned Coal Miner’s Union Hall (Outside Beckley)

  Attendees – Age & Affiliation:

  Rev. James Whitaker (62) – Southern Baptist (Morgantown First Baptist)

  Deacon Michael Boone (58) – Southern Baptist (Youth Ministry, Charleston)

  Father Thomas O’Reilly (71) – Catholic (Diocese of Wheeling-Charleston)

  Father Thomas O’Reilly (71) – Catholic (Diocese of Wheeling-Charleston)

  Pastor Rachel Nguyen (44) – United Methodist (Charleston Central)

  Elder Miriam Goldstein (67) – Presbyterian (Charleston First)

  Bishop Elias Freeman (69) – AME Zion (Charleston Bethel)

  Pastor Luke Hartfield (39) – Evangelical Free (Huntington) (new attendee)

  Sister Beatrice Crke (73) – Independent Holiness Church (Bluefield) (new attendee)

  (The room smells of damp coal dust and desperation. A single flickering bulb illuminates crumpled printouts of 6C memes left on the table.)

  AGENDA ITEM 1: FAILURE OF “TECH-SAVVY TEENS” INITIATIVE

  Deacon Boone (rubbing his temples): "We recruited twelve kids. Within a week, ten were reposting Lydia Shaw’s ‘Pork-Free = Sin-Free’ reels. The other two asked if the church would buy them Ferraris."

  Pastor Hartfield (youngest, bitter): "My Gen Z intern said our counter-memes ‘looked like boomer Facebook cringe.’ Then he livestreamed my sermon… with clown filters."

  Sister Beatrice (smming her cane): "Back in my day, Satan tempted with drugs! Now it’s… algorithmic dopamine and limited-edition sneaker drops for converts!"

  Elder Goldstein (showing phone): "Look at this—#ThankYou6C is trending. Teens cheering for no bacon like it’s the Exodus!"

  (The group stares at a TikTok of a WVU frat boy grilling tofu dogs captioned: “Leviticus was right.”)

  AGENDA ITEM 2: THE FERRARI EFFECT

  Bishop Freeman: "It’s not just the pork. It’s the promise. 6C’s girls funt designer bags, sports cars… Our youth see poverty as a spiritual failure."

  Pastor Nguyen (grim): "Hannah McCullough’s st sermon: ‘God rewards obedience with abundance.’ She didn’t mention whose god."

  Father O’Reilly (whispering): "Judas took silver. These children take Instagram verification."

  AGENDA ITEM 3: ADAPT OR DIE?

  Rev. Whitaker: "Do we go harder—excommunicate 6C sympathizers? Or py smarter—infiltrate?"

  Pastor Hartfield: "Infiltrate how? My worship leader just joined ‘The Obedient Press’ to ‘redeem secur music.’"

  Sister Beatrice (eyes bzing): "I say we name the demon. Call 6C what it is—a cult!"

  (Nervous gnces. They all remember what happened to the Pentecostals in Wheeling who tried that—their church is now a “6C Youth Wellness Center.”)

  Deacon Boone (defeated): "Maybe… we emphasize what they haven’t banned yet. The Resurrection? Charity?"

  Elder Goldstein (scoffing): "Charity? Lena Cho’s ‘Shell Company Soup Kitchens’ are already rebranding it as ‘voluntary wealth redistribution.’"

  FINAL RESOLUTION:

  Covert Catechism: Distribute unmarked USB drives with early Church Fathers’ writings to elderly congregants (least monitored demographic).

  “Blessed Are the Poor” Campaign: Highlight martyrs who died penniless (counter Ferrari envy).

  Exploit 6C’s Blind Spot: Use lesbian-affirming Commandment #3 to shelter gay men (via “sister-wife” loopholes).

  Closing Prayer – Sister Beatrice:

  "Lord, we are old. The enemy is young, gmorous, and very online. But You are eternal. Help us… outlive this trend."

  (The meeting ends. As they exit, a bck Ferrari Roma idles near the parking lot. No license pte. They scatter like startled crows.)

  POST-MEETING NOTE:

  Average Age of Attendees: 63.4 years

  Vibe Check: "We are the Resistance… but we need millennials." – Pastor Hartfield

  ***

  THIRD MEETING OF THE WEST VIRGINIA RESISTANCE COALITION

  Location: Hidden Backroom of "Mountain Mama’s Diner" (Parkersburg)

  Attendees – New & Returning Members:

  Church Leaders:

  Rev. James Whitaker (62) – Southern Baptist (now using a cane after a "mysterious" fall)

  Pastor Rachel Nguyen (44) – United Methodist (wearing sungsses indoors, paranoid about facial recognition)

  Bishop Elias Freeman (69) – AME Zion (carrying a burner phone taped to his Bible)

  Pastor Luke Hartfield (39) – Evangelical Free (now sporting a beard to avoid 6C’s "Clean-Shaven Loyalty" campaign)

  Father Mateo Cruz (51) – Catholic, Jesuit (new, smuggled in from Ohio)

  Feminist Movement Leaders:

  Dr. Naomi Pierce (36) – Former WVU Gender Studies Professor (on 6C’s "Redemption List")

  Tasha Morales (28) – Underground Abortion Network (constantly checking exits)

  Rev. Lydia Greene (41) – LGBTQ+ Affirming Church (excommunicated by her own denomination for "heresy")

  (The air smells of stale coffee and adrenaline. A framed photo of Sister Beatrice sits on the table beside a pte of unconsecrated communion bread—now just "6C-compliant gluten-free crackers.")

  OPENING REMARKS – PASTOR NGUYEN

  "Sister Beatrice’s st words were ‘Tell them not to bury me with their lies.’ They held her funeral at a 6C ‘Reeducation Center.’ Her eulogy was given by… Leah Kim."

  Dr. Pierce (smming fist): "Of course. 6C turns martyrs into marketing. They’ll spin her as a ‘repentant feminist’ by next week."

  Pastor Hartfield (exhausted): "Our USB drive pn failed. Teens used them for pirated K-pop. The ‘Blessed Are the Poor’ campaign got mocked as #BoomerPovertyCore. And the lesbian loophole? 6C rewarded us—said we ‘finally understood Commandment #3.’"

  AGENDA 1: THE FEMINIST-CHURCH ALLIANCE (AKA "DESPERATION PACT")

  Rev. Greene (leaning in): "I spent a decade fighting the Church’s patriarchy. Now we’re allies because yours got repced with worse."

  Bishop Freeman (dry): "Welcome to the fold, Reverend. Hell’s a bipartisan issue now."

  Tasha (pulling up a map): "My abortion network’s still running, but 6C’s ‘Sacred Fertility Clinics’ are buying up OB-GYNs. We need your churches to hide women."

  Father Cruz (raising eyebrow): "And where exactly—"

  Dr. Pierce (cutting in): "—Confessionals. Crypts. Baptismal pools. Get creative, Padre."

  (A beat. The Catholics and Methodists share a silent, horrified gnce.)

  AGENDA 2: THE YOUTH PROBLEM (STILL UNRESOLVED)

  Pastor Hartfield: "My remaining youth group kid just got ‘recruited’ by Britney Ivanov’s ‘6C Fitness Revival.’ Now she does squats while quoting Vega."

  Tasha (snorts): "At least she’s exercising. My cousin joined the ‘Obedient Press’ to ‘write feminist fanfiction about Hezri.’"

  Dr. Pierce (typing furiously): "We must weaponize their own aesthetics. Memes of Vega’s failed invasions. Leaks of Li Vane’s ‘loyalty pledge’ being literally signed in blood."

  Rev. Whitaker (groaning): "You want us to meme our way to salvation?"

  Rev. Greene (smirking): "No. I want you to fund our Signal chats. We’ll handle the memes. You handle the money undering."

  FINAL RESOLUTION:

  "Saint Beatrice" Smuggling Network: Distribute subversive materials in fake piety pamphlets ("6C-Approved Marriage Tips!" → inside: Paul’s epistles).

  "Vega’s Blunders" Dossier: Crowdsource her tactical failures (e.g., "Accidentally invaded Deware") to undermine 6C’s "divine victory" narrative.

  "Confessional Safe Houses": Use church architecture to hide fugitive feminists (Methodists volunteer first—their confessionals are rarely used).

  CLOSING PRAYER – FATHER CRUZ:

  "God of the oppressed, bless this unholy alliance. May our lies be righteous, our hypocrisy strategic, and our VPNs never traced. Amen."

  (As they disperse, a notification buzzes on Tasha’s phone: Lydia Shaw just posted "New converts get a FREE ride in my Ferrari!" The diner’s jukebox pys "I Will Follow Him"—ironically, then ominously.)

  ***

  FOURTH MEETING OF THE WEST VIRGINIA RESISTANCE COALITION

  Location: The Basement of a Defunct LGBTQ+ Bookstore (Now a "6C-Approved Heritage Center")

  Attendees – The Hollowed-Out Remnant:

  Pastor Rachel Nguyen (44) – United Methodist (now wearing a wire "just in case")

  Rev. James Whitaker (62) – Southern Baptist (developing a tremor, possibly Parkinson’s, possibly terror)

  Pastor Luke Hartfield (39) – Evangelical Free (beard now unkempt, smells vaguely of communion wine)

  Dr. Naomi Pierce (36) – Ex-Professor (carrying a taser disguised as a "6C-approved devotional")

  Tasha Morales (28) – Underground Network (constantly refreshing a "Ferrari giveaway" livestream on mute)

  Rev. Lydia Greene (41) – LGBTQ+ Survivor (now preaching to a congregation of three)

  (A single flickering LED bulb casts shadows over a stack of unsold "Vega’s Blunders" DVDs. A half-eaten "6C Hal Meal Kit" sits abandoned in the corner.)

  OPENING REMARKS – PASTOR NGUYEN

  "Bishop Freeman’s funeral was ‘donated’ to 6C’s ‘Reconciliation Choir.’ They sang ‘Amazing Grace (But Paul Was Wrong)’. Mateo Cruz left a note: ‘Gone to Mexico. Pray for me. Or don’t. God’s probably busy.’"

  Rev. Whitaker (whispering): "The dossier was a flop. Only our own people watched it. Even my wife said Vega ‘looks cute in her tactical gear.’"

  Tasha (ughs bitterly): "I showed the ‘Deware invasion fails’ clip to my feminist Discord. They said ‘Vega’s hot when she’s flustered’ and ‘Okay but banning pork is kinda sy.’ We’ve lost the narrative."

  AGENDA 1: ADMIT DEFEAT?

  Pastor Hartfield (slumping): "Face it. We’re old. We’re tired. And 6C owns the future. Maybe… we just survive? Nod along? Whisper the real Gospel in nursing homes?"

  Dr. Pierce (leaning forward): "No. We adapt. If they think Vega’s hot, we use that. Leak her real blunders—like how she thought West Virginia was western Virginia for three weeks."

  Tasha (snorts): "That’ll just make her more retable. Gen Z loves ‘dumb hot girls winning’."

  Rev. Greene (rubbing temples): "Then Tasha (snorts): "That’ll just make her more retable. Gen Z loves ‘dumb hot girls winning’."

  Rev. Greene (rubbing temples): "Then we go darker. Expose the ugly—forced conversions, the ‘Vault & Brew’ suicides, how Hezri’s ‘harem’ is just trafficking with Ferraris."

  (Silence. They all know the st pastor who accused Hezri of trafficking was found "repenting" on Lydia Shaw’s TikTok—with a shock colr under his colr.) ugly—forced conversions, the ‘Vault & Brew’ suicides, how Hezri’s ‘harem’ is just trafficking with Ferraris."

  (Silence. They all know the st pastor who accused Hezri of trafficking was found "repenting" on Lydia Shaw’s TikTok—with a shock colr under his colr.)

  AGENDA 2: THE FEMINIST TEEN PROBLEM

  Tasha (showing phone): "Look at this. A 19-year-old from my safe house just applied to be a ‘6C Doctrine Influencer.’ Her essay: ‘Polygamy is the Ultimate Girlboss Move.’"

  Dr. Pierce (growling): "They’ve rebranded oppression as ‘empowerment via submission’. And it’s working."

  Rev. Whitaker (muttering): "At least we never promised Ferraris."

  Pastor Nguyen (dry): "No, we just promised eternal life. Turns out, teens prefer 0-60 in 3 seconds."

  FINAL RESOLUTION:

  "Hunk Theologians" Campaign: Recruit attractive clergy to meme the Trinity (funded by selling church silver).

  "Sister Beatrice’s Vengeance" Pamphlets: Drop them in 6C "hal meal kits" (ingredients: truth, spite, gluten-free rage).

  "Operation Broken Halo": Infiltrate 6C’s lower ranks (volunteers: Pastor Hartfield and Tasha—"They’ll never suspect the beard or the bisexual."

  ***

  Scene: The Negotiation

  Location: Private Dining Room, "The Celestia’s Veil" (6C’s Elite Restaurant)

  The walls are draped in deep crimson silk, the air thick with the scent of saffron and expensive perfume. A single chandelier casts flickering gold light over the table, where Tasha Morales sits, fingers tapping impatiently on the cquered wood.

  She had expected some mid-level 6C bureaucrat—a functionary to threaten or bribe her into compliance.

  Instead, the door opens, and Naomi Patel strides in.

  Tasha’s Monologue (Internal):

  "Shit. Not just any 6C suit. Naomi Patel. Vice President. The one they say whispers policy into Hezri’s ear… and other things. Lesbian, but not just lesbian—Hezri’s personal exception to Commandment #3. Of course she’d be the one they send."

  Naomi doesn’t sit. She looms, her tailored navy suit cutting sharp lines against the soft glow of the room. A silver 6C pin glints at her pel.

  "And fuck, she’s… magnetic. That smirk. The way her fingers curl around the chair like she’s deciding whether to sit or strangle me."

  Tasha’s pulse jumps. Not fear. Not just fear.

  The Offer

  Naomi (smooth, amused): "Tasha Morales. Underground railroad for wayward feminists. Abortion smuggler. Failed meme warrior. And now… sitting in my restaurant, waiting to cut a deal."

  She finally sits, crossing her legs—slow, deliberate. A bck stiletto dangles from her toes, brushing Tasha’s calf under the table.

  "Fuck. Is that—? No. Yes. She’s doing this on purpose."

  Tasha (forcing a smirk): "Didn’t realize 6C’s VP handled small-time negotiations personally."

  Naomi (ughs, low): "Oh, I don’t. But you? You’re special."

  Her foot trails higher.

  The Game

  Naomi (leaning in): "You’ve been a thorn in our side. But Hezri believes in… redemption."

  A folder slides across the table. Inside: Photos of Tasha’s network. Names. Addresses.

  Tasha (swallowing hard): "Bckmail?"

  Naomi (smiling): "Opportunity. Work for us. Feed us intel on the remaining resistance. In return…"

  Her hand rests atop Tasha’s.

  "—You get protection. Influence. Maybe even… closer access."

  Tasha’s breath hitches. "She’s not even hiding it."

  Tasha (pying along): "And if I say no?"

  Naomi’s grip tightens. Not painful. Not yet.

  Naomi (whispering): "Then I walk out. And the next time we meet, it won’t be over wine."

  A beat. The air hums.

  Then—Tasha turns her hand over, palm up. Submission. Invitation.

  Naomi’s smile widens.

  "Got you."

  Lacy undergarments—both Naomi’s and Tasha’s—were scattered like secrets across the polished dining room floor, the aftermath of something sudden, something inevitable. Their bodies remained pressed together atop the long table, breath mingling in the still air. Tasha shifted slightly beneath her, shy fingers trailing along Naomi’s back, a timid invitation to continue.

  Naomi hadn’t brought her here for this—not to this exclusive, high-end restaurant turned private stage—but now, with Tasha beneath her, warm and willing, she felt her restraint falter. It had been months since she’d touched a woman, and though there’d been a man in between, it hadn’t been like this. This was different. This was waking something up.

  The table beneath them creaked softly as Naomi shifted her weight, her thigh slipping between Tasha’s, drawing out a quiet gasp. Fine lingerie y forgotten on the floor, a trail of silk and ce marking how quickly control had given way to desire. Naomi’s hand gripped the edge of the table while the other trailed along Tasha’s side, firm and sure.

  Tasha’s fingers clutched at Naomi’s back with hesitant need, her lips parting as if to speak, but nothing came—only breath, only want. She had timidly reached for more, and Naomi, though she hadn’t pnned on this, couldn’t deny the heat pooling in her core. It had been months since she’d felt this kind of hunger for a woman. The man before had been a pceholder—this, this was fire.

  Naomi leaned down, her lips brushing Tasha’s neck—not soft, not sweet, but possessive, tasting the pulse there. Tasha arched into her, hips rising instinctively, a quiet whimper slipping from her throat. Naomi’s mouth moved lower, trailing heat down her colrbone as her fingers slid along the curve of Tasha’s thigh, parting them with slow precision.

  "You want more?" Naomi murmured against her skin, voice low, thick with desire.

  Tasha nodded, barely—a breath, a whisper of consent. Her hands moved from Naomi’s back to her sides, unsure but eager, trying to pull her closer, deeper. Naomi’s grip tightened, steadying them both, grounding the moment before letting it spiral.

  "You don’t have to ask," Naomi said, her tone dark with promise. "But you will."

  And with that, her hand dipped lower, drawing a sharp gasp from Tasha’s lips. The room, once filled with the quiet elegance of fine dining, was now thick with breath and motion, skin and want. The world outside had vanished—there was only this table, these bodies, and the fire that had long gone unfed.

  Naomi watched Tasha writhe beneath her, every flicker of reaction feeding her hunger. There was a thrill in the contrast—Tasha’s softness, her hesitance, against Naomi’s practiced control. She hadn’t come here for this, hadn’t intended to strip down the night to sweat and skin, but now that she had, she wasn’t about to stop.

  She shifted again, deliberately slow, pressing her hips against Tasha’s as her fingers explored deeper. Tasha’s breath hitched, legs parting instinctively, offering more. Naomi leaned in close, her lips brushing Tasha’s ear.

  "You’re so quiet," she whispered, the heat in her voice unmistakable. "Say something."

  Tasha let out a shaky moan, her body trembling beneath the weight of Naomi’s touch.

  That’s better," Naomi purred, her mouth finding Tasha’s, devouring it with growing urgency. Her free hand slipped beneath the arch of Tasha’s back, pulling her closer, keeping her exactly where she wanted her. Every move was intentional, every touch measured—not rushed, but relentless.

  She had waited months for this. The man, Hezri had been physical, functional—but with Tasha, there was that spark again, that pulse she’d nearly forgotten. Naomi wasn’t just taking her pleasure—she was reciming it.

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