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Chapter 2: Your Daily Ration Of Pussy

The building they entered was quite old, but looked sturdy enough. It was sort of the headquarters of the base and Sheila spotted Sgt. P.L. Hogan engraved on a faded nameplate on a large door to one of the rooms. That was probably the Sergeant's office. She looked around. Several other doors in the hallway had similar faded nameplates. The farthest one had the word 'Accounts' on it. That was her office, she deduced. The place was not as bad as she thought it might be from the outside. This ...

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