APT PROFESSION BY Matt L. & Her Revenge

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Postby Junketh71 » Sat Jul 08, 2017 4:58 pm

This was very amazing to read. Thanks for sharing.
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Re: APT PROFESSION BY Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby Matt L. » Mon Jul 10, 2017 8:41 pm

Hello Div & Junketh71,

Thanks for reading and your kind remarks. Another episode will be posted within a few days.

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Re: APT PROFESSION BY Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby Matt L. » Sat Jul 15, 2017 1:38 pm

Keisha picked up Rebecca and happily gave her ride over to the cottage which now belonged to Tessie. Conversing as if they were legitimate relations, Rebecca feeling profusely enamored by Keisha’s kindness and allegiance.

“I wish you’d be over mo often, but it looks like you done moved in with Jasper”, Keisha told Rebecca, “But I suppose we hang out ever once a while.”

Rebecca tussled with the safety belt before giving Keisha her full attention, “Seems to be, Jasper likes having me around, sorry bout dat but we get together soon enough.”

“Jasper is the possessive type, lots of the guys in da ghetto are like that, as long as he is nice to you”, Keisha added, “You get used to it.”

Rebecca scratched her cheek, “Possessive? Um, the word sounds familiar, but what exactly you mean?”

“Controlling, overbearing, stuff like that”, Keisha chirped, “You ever been with a man like dat?”

“Not that I’z recollect”, Rebecca answered, “But I suppose Jasper means no harm, he be just look’n out fer me, making sure I happy.”

Keisha smiled and nodded, furtively checking out Rebecca’s figure which definitely revealed she was eating well. Yet, Keisha wanted to make sure that Jasper was treating Rebecca in a respectful manner and she politely inquired, “Jasper looking after ya, he’s like, accommodating to yo needs and thoughtful?”

“Oh yeah”, Rebecca stated with a funky grin, “I mean he is bossy and teases me once a while but other than dat, Jasper is powerfully sweet.”

Keisha giggled, “And how’s the sex?”

“Damn, Jasper is a real stud I swear bout dat!” Rebecca squeakily chuckled, “I ain’t never been with a guy like Jasper ever!”

“That’s a fine thing then!” Keisha stated.

Rebecca puffed up her cheeks and sighed, “Only thing, dat boy is hard up on me getting fatter. Honest, Keisha, ain’t I’z fat enough?”

Keisha briefly turned her eyes to Rebecca, studying as much of her figure as possible.
The colorful African style T-shirt Rebecca wore did indeed show off her bulging belly and buxom hooters. Rebecca’s upper arms were plump and taking on a spongy appearance, and her face was clearly pudgy.

“Well, Jasper likes his girls hefty; he does say yo pretty and stuff, right?”

Rebecca shook head, Keisha continued, “Then, sugar hips, yo have nothing to complain about. You ought be pleased that yer man has a fancy for large gals, you needn’t be worrying about yo size or shit, ol Jasper won’t hold back his affection neither. Count on that!”

Rebecca heaved a long sigh, “I reckon but I feel kind of dumpy being this weight, I ain’t never been this heavy fer sure.”

Keisha snapped back as an older sister would, “Stop yer fussing, only superficial white women worry bout their weight! It’s different for women of color.”

Rebecca lowered her eyes which settled over her tummy bulge, “Right, I try remembering that…”

“I don’t mean to get on ya so harsh but what it is, is what it is”, Keisha said, her mood lightening up, “Yer man desire yo porky, don’t fight it sista, relish in it!”

There was a pause in the conversation, Rebecca heavily pondering over Keisha’s advice.
“Yeah, you know with da appetite I got, Jasper gonna have his hands full I kin tell ya dat!”

Keisha tapped Rebecca’s knee, “That’s the idea, eat hearty and you’ll be treated fab-u-licious!”

The females buzzed in amusement as they drove out to the cottage, Keisha reminding Rebecca to call her when the excursion for the dress was completed and she would pick up her.

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Aniela chided Rebecca upon her arrival for being 15-minutes, then addressed her about the sloppy array of clothing. Besides the kitschy African American top, Rebecca’s slacks were of an obnoxious purple hue and decorated with zigzagging green and yellow stripes.

“I expected you to appear much more presentable”, Aniela curtly stated, “This isn’t a day washing the laundry, were going to a very prestigious clothing store.”

The slacks depicted the spongy condition of Rebecca lower belly bulge which had just began losing it’s battle with gravity as it slightly drooped downward in acute chubbiness.

“Why shit, Miss Aniela, didn’t nobody say we going to a prestigious store for da uniform!” Rebecca blurted.

“Of course we are, you silly thing!” Aniela half-smiled, “It’s an upscale clothing store for the help.”

Aniela began strolling to her car, gesturing with her hand for Rebecca to join her.
“Try not speaking too much at the shop, better yet, don’t talk at all”, Aniela smirked.

On route to the dress shop which catered to those employed in the service field, Aniela informed Rebecca that she was going for a physical as well.

“It’s over at the medical center, just the routine physical examination, do you remember the last time you saw a physician?”

“Nope! Can’t say I do but I be healthy all right…” Rebecca chirped.

Aniela wagged her head, “That remains to be seen.”

“Damn, girl!” Rebecca said rather huffily, “Does everything yo say have to be like, insulting?”

“I apologize if I offended you”, Aniela genuinely smiled but her voice reeked of snootiness, “However, I’m not a girl, I forbid you to address me that way. It’s Aniela, understand?”

“Right, ‘Aniela’, Rebecca deliberately emphasizing her name just to be a smart aleck, “I understand plain and simple.”

“Say, since we be out most part of da day, could we get sum lunch? I mean, I sort of get light headed if I don’t have sum-thing to munch on.”

Aniela nodded, “I suppose we could stop off at a Burger King or somewhere after the physical.”

Rebecca beamed an elated smile, “Fab-o-licious! Um, your treat?”

“Yes, Becky, my treat but I’m expecting you to behave yourself and utilize your best manners at both the dress shop and doctor office.”

“I’m not no moron, Aniela”, Rebecca whined, “Wish yo wouldn’t be talking a-down to me.”

Aniela reached over and turned on the radio, “Let’s listen to some relaxing music, shall we!”

Rebecca closed her eyes, angrily reflecting over her current status and if she would ever be able to salvage any part of her former life. Being fat, poor, black, a closet full of second hand clothes, employed as a maid, and treated in a derogatory manner.

At least she had her friend Keisha and naturally Jasper to help her through this. This brought some comfort to Rebecca who couldn’t imagine her life becoming any worse.


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“This is the employee?” The salesman inquired.

“Yes, Ms. Williams specified a certain style uniform for her, did you get the notice?”

The salesman was a middle-aged man, quite distinguished looking and pompous in attitude.
“Yes”, the salesman answered, and then snapped his fingers, “This way, Miss, we must have you fitted for the wardrobe.”

The trio sauntered into a spacious and elegantly designed private fitting room; Aniela took a seat on one of the velvet upholstered chairs and sipped on Champaign while Rebecca was professionally measured.

Hips, waist, bust, the whole nine yards, Rebecca giggling during the entire session due to the tape measure clasping and tightening against her gooey flab but likewise to combat the utter humiliation of being evaluated as a nondescript maid.

Once the process was completed the salesman conversed with Aniela off to the side and away from Rebecca.

“Would you care to look over the material?”

“No, that won’t be necessary”, Aniela replied, “Although you do understand that Ms. Williams wants the uniform to be a size too small. And also have the apron appropriately small in comparison.”

That was an odd request but the salesman agreed.

“She does have quite a problem concerning her belly weight; we have the best in line panty-girdles if you believe it compulsory.”

Aniela nixed the idea and offered an explanation, “That would be suitable but Ms. Williams wants her to be spilling out so to speak. I dare wonder why however Ms. Williams expects her to look rather dowdy.”

“The uniform’s light blue color will do the trick”, the salesman said softly, “It’ll expose her every pound.”

____

From there it was to the clinic where Rebecca would get her physical. Aniela advising Rebecca on her appearance while at work.

“Fingernails are to be neat and trim and no polish, same thing with cosmetics. Your hair is expected to be in a professional style, perhaps a bun or tolerable braids. You’re to appear modest and unassuming.”

“Shit, Aniela, you making such a fuss about housework, who cares how’z I look!” Rebecca’s giggled, thoroughly insolent.

“Language!” Aniela chided Rebecca, “You’re not at home or in a tavern, try and speak civilized.”

Rebecca sneered at Aniela, keeping her thoughts to herself, “Yo think’n yer better than me coz yer manners and clothes, well once upon a time I ranked top turkey over yo woman!”

Aniela sighed, “You’re much to handle, Becky, I’ll try to understand you’re from a disadvantaged background and lacking proper education, as long as you work hard and obey I suppose we’ll get along.”

Rebecca sniffled, “Yes ma’am.”


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The nurse was far too perky for Rebecca to appreciate, and her beauty was a bitter reminder of how much she had changed.

“Okay, Becky”, She smiled sweetly, “May I call you, Becky?”

The nurse didn’t wait for Rebecca to reply and continued talking, “I’m going to take your blood pressure, temperature and have you weighed. Then doc will be administering the exam. That okay?”

The RN’s uniform snugly outlined her svelte hourglass form, curly blond hair with streaks of brown, her features intensely attractive.

Rebecca grunted an okay, giving her belly a generous rub to help aid her anxiety and envy.

Thing was, this cracker was genuinely nice, she wasn’t a phony, she seemed dedicated to her career and had not trace of bigotry. Somehow this irked Rebecca; she was that nice and decent.

Rebecca’s blood pressure was marginally high, her temperature normal.

Next up the nurse escorted Rebecca to the scale.

“I hate stepping on these things myself”, the nurse playfully addressed Rebecca, “Every time I weigh myself it’s a reminder to skip the second helpings.”

Rebecca grumbled to herself, “Shit, yo ain’t no cow…”

Rebecca closed her eyes as the nurse adjusted the bar on the scale, “Hmmmm, 194-pounds”, she said discreetly.

Rebecca stared off into space for moment as her weight registered in her head.

“You okay?” The nurse inquired.

Rebecca sniffled, “Uh, oh, um, yeah. Didn’t know…are you sure I be 194-pounds! Dat a lot.”

“The scale is accurate, Becky”, The nurse’s voice calm and somewhat empathetic, “If you’re uncomfortable about your weight, talk with the doctor about it.”

Rebecca shrugged her shoulders and grumbled, “Oh we can’t all be skinny can we.”

The nurse smiled, “I guess. Take a seat, Becky, the doctor will be in shortly.”

The doctor was an older man, balding white hair, grim look on his face, his attitude opposite of the nurse. Cold, and aloof, he treated Rebecca as if she was interrupting the gaiety of his afternoon.
The doctor poked and prodded Rebecca’s body, checking her out from top to bottom.

“You pregnant?” The doctor grumpily inquired.

Rebecca answered to the negative; the old sawbones merely looked over his glasses and smirked at her like she was especially dense.

“Best as I can tell you’re about as healthy as can be for a large girl”, the doctor unemotionally informed Rebecca then inappropriately wisecracked, “I would take it easy on the snacks and fried food unless you want to become heavier.”

Rebecca didn’t have enough self-esteem left to put the doctor in his place, uttering softly, “Yes sir.”

The doctor turned around, mentioning that he would send the nurse in to draw some blood, exiting the room without a respectful goodbye.

After Rebecca’s blood was drawn among other things, the nurse escorted Rebecca to the reception desk to schedule another appointment in two weeks to get the results.


_____

Aniela did treat Rebecca to a modest lunch, which scarcely made a dent in Rebecca’s appetite, and then called Keisha to pick her up at the cottage.

“Your uniform will be ready in another day or so, but be here at nine sharp tomorrow morning; I’ll personally supervise and instruct your assignments.”

Rebecca frowned, this was it, she was now officially demoted from socialite attorney to menial housekeeper.

“Yeah, okay, Aniela, whatever you say.”

It wasn’t hard for Aniela to notice Rebecca’s foul mood and she reprimanded her with a sugary smile, “You should be thankful Ms. Williams has hired you, from what I read unemployment is high for minorities and there’s a horrid socio-economical unbalance in the ghetto. Ms. Williams is giving you a choice and chance to climb out of poverty. When you’re next in the liberty of her company, you ought to thank her very kindly and work very, very hard for her.”

Rebecca basically wanted to either tell Aniela off or to reply sarcastically. She did neither; instead she forced a smile and submissively uttered, “Sure, Aniela. What’s ever you say.”


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A short while later Rebecca was at Keisha’s home where they satisfied their appetites on cheese sandwiches and pop tarts.

Naturally Rebecca harped about her experiences of the day, and at one point pulled up her T-shirt and exposed her chubby belly, sourly recollecting the doctor’s curiosity, “Do I look pregnant? Doctor thinks I do!”

Rebecca savagely bit off a chunk of her sandwich, slapping and then briskly rubbing her distended stomach, “This here is all fat, can’t he be dat stupid, this ain’t no momma belly, it’s a whopper alright but swollen in flab!”

“Easy, sugar hips!” Keisha gently laughed; “did they give ya a pregnancy test to make sure?”

Rebecca gobbled up the remainder of the sandwich, “Shit, I had blood test and I wuz made to pee in a plastic cup. But I swear I isn’t knocked up!”

“Maybe not but you have these gigantic boobs and open wide hips, you’re a baby producing momma…” Keisha said with a funky smile, “I sort of think if you are knocked up, all that fat is hiding the fact.”

Rebecca rolled her T-shirt back down, “You know how fat I be? I’z 194-pounds, never thought I’d be this tubby. Shit, damn, I’z turning into an enormous cow.”

“Da weight works fer ya, Becky! And Jasper I knows is crazy like shit bout yer body!”

Rebecca crinkled her nose, her double chin doubling in size, “Dat he do, glad somebody is pleased about my figure, it’s ballooning, ain’t it!”

Rebecca withdrew herself from the chair and strolled over to counter to make herself another sandwich, “Ain’t nu’thin I kin do about it neither.”

Rebecca visited with Keisha for a while longer, Keisha subsequently driving her back to Jasper’s home so she could properly make dinner for her man.

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Re: APT PROFESSION BY Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby Junketh71 » Sat Jul 15, 2017 5:36 pm

Oh wow, this was great. Thanks for sharing!
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Re: APT PROFESSION BY Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby Matt L. » Wed Jul 19, 2017 12:32 pm

Hello Junketh71,

Thank you for reading the story, we appreciate the thoughtful feedback.

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Re: APT PROFESSION BY Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby Matt L. » Wed Jul 19, 2017 12:36 pm

Rebecca plopped right down next to jasper on the sofa as soon as she entered the house.
“You look worn out, babe, was it that tiring?” Jasper asked.

“I hated da whole thing, getting measure fer the dress and then the doctor office was nasty”, Rebecca said, her hands planted over her belly.
“Gots to go back in-a two weeks fer the results but the doctor said as I was looking okay for a fatty.”

“That doctor done said that?” Jasper asked.

“Might as well, he referred to me as large but I knew he means fat”, Rebecca grimaced.

Jasper chuckled, “Ain’t nothing wrong with that.”

Rebecca sluggishly removed her dirty sneakers, “Muh uniform won’t be ready fer a couple days but I start work tomorrow. Keisha gonna drive me over there, fix muh hair first though coz I need to look fit to be seen.”

Rebecca released a muffled sigh, burrowing her well-fed body into the cushions as if she weighed several tons.

“I be getting yer dinner shortly, just let me relax fer a few minutes”, Rebecca’s round face broadcasting a crestfallen expression.

Jasper affectionately gazed over at Rebecca, patting her knee, he removed himself off the sofa, “Nah, I be making supper, ba-bee, you chill out.”

Rebecca rubbed her face then slithered her fingertips over the uttermost portion of her belly.
The significance of Rebecca’s status had been erased, maybe she was now overweight, poor and living in a slum, but at least she had hooked up with a guy who cared enough for her to cook dinner.

“Thanks, darling”, Rebecca grinned.

Jasper acknowledged Rebecca with a blithe tap to her belly, “My most honorable pleasure”, he said trying to sound chivalrous.

____

Jasper bolted back into the front room, equipping Rebecca with a jar of peanut butter and a spoon.

“This like the first course, nibble while I’z fixing up what’z next.”

Rebecca bobbled her head, a gleaming smile bloating her succulent bulbous cheeks, and she lovingly purred, “Da man of muh dreams.”

Rebecca opened the jar and settled it down over her billowy stomach, the soup spoon at her grasp; she leisurely consumed the peanut butter, a silly smile remaining over her face.
Rebecca had developed such an insatiable appetite for this cuisine that it no longer registered a negative thought. Regardless of conventional dinner meals, nothing was off limits in terms of food within this squalor community Rebecca now called home. The impoverished made it what they could.

Rebecca glimpsed her distended belly, jar slightly burrowing into the soft tissue.
She couldn’t reason why but being out of shape didn’t have the same potency or importance it once had. So what if she was overweight, the thought blipped through her mind, she wasn’t among the elite status quo any more, there was no longer any real incentive to remain in sound physical condition. Jasper liked her fat and it wasn’t like she was scheduled to appear at some fancy gala or event in the near future. - or at all ever again.

Jasper returned with a cheese sandwich heavy on the mayonnaise, and while Rebecca wasn’t completely sold on becoming heavier, she knew there was a fair chance of it.

“I’m going to get so fat, yo feeding me like this”, Rebecca giggled in an intense feminine manner, “I’m gonna be enormously fat…”

Jasper smiled with a nod as he handed Rebecca the sandwich, “Don’t be teasing yer lover like dat.”

Rebecca was being much more frivolous than she let it on but if the thought made Jasper happy what harm was there.

“Oh yo be in a bliss, mister, watching your jumbo woman waddling around”, Rebecca said as sultry as possible while chewing on the sandwich.

Jasper tilted his head, flashing Rebecca an elongated smile, “I be fetching the rest of da food, no go anywhere!” he said excitedly.

Rebecca happily chortled, “I ain’t go’n no where!”

Rebecca hiked up her T-shirt to favor Jasper with her bare belly; Jasper was back in the room with pork sausages, corn bread and pudding.

“Chow down, ba-bee!” Jasper loudly cheered Rebecca on as he took a seat next to her.

Rebecca seized a few sausages, yummy sounds leaving her lips as she greedily gnawed away.
Next up Rebecca took turns lapping up the pudding and gobbling up the corn bread, Jasper engaged in much delight in watching her sloppily devour her meal.

“Nothing fer yo, ain’t you eating?” Rebecca asked.

Jasper nodded, “I guess I’ll make myself a sandwich, want another?”

Rebecca winked as she patted her belly, Jasper reached over and gently grabbed her forearm, “Join me in the kitchen won’t you?”

The couple deserted the front room together, sharing a smooch before Jasper tossed Rebecca a few morsels of candy before he went to work on the sandwiches.

Rebecca chewed the candy crudely, observing Jasper making the sandwiches she felt obliged to comically stress the point, “Extra cheese, honey, yo don’t want to disappoint yer fatty!”

Jasper chuckled, opting to entertain his fondness in teasing her, “Sure thing, ba-bee, extra cheese, you got it. Never thought Rebecca Whitman would ever call herself a fatty and not be ashamed about it neither!”

Rebecca inanely giggled, catching Jasper off guard with her reply, “R’becca wouldn’t have such a big belly would she now, or thighs that wiggled when she walked!”

Jasper mischievously grinned, was Rebecca challenging him to humiliate her.

“No, the Rebecca Whitman I remember would never let herself turn into a fat pig, she had too much pride.”

Rebecca playfully retaliated, “Oh well, I’d rather be a fat pig than being skinny just to fit in with uppity folks.”

Jasper placed the sandwich on the table, delicately cupping the sides of Rebecca face, “Those uppity folks would disown you, call yo a pathetic loser and laugh at you because yo stinking in fat.”

“They would….” Rebecca uttered placidly, then brought her lips to his for a brief but fanatical kiss. “…..but um, I don’t give a shit bout what those folks think”, she added with conviction.

Jasper returned the kiss, handling her boob with a firm squeeze, subsequently pinching the roll of fat that circled the waistband of her slacks.

Rebecca pushed her body against Jasper, and she took a huge bite of her sandwich, standing upward, she hurriedly undressed.

“Rebecca! Your ass has gotten so big!”, Jasper announced as they engaged in mating doggy-style, Rebecca was far to amorously in the moment to reply but she did snort a couple of times as he entered her.

Jasper dug his fingers into her spongy waist, vigorously thrusting inside of her, Rebecca’s sniffled between groans. Jasper plunged deeper, firmly holding unto her waist, Rebecca finally able to capture some control of her wits managed to grunt, “Yo ’r Rebecca got nice and fat! Just like yer wishes…”

“Won’t lie to ya…” Jasper addressed Rebecca candidly but somewhat bitter, “….I recollect dat skinny body you had, yer snooty attitude too….fuck yeah I happy yer gotten fat!”

Rebecca closed her eyes, enjoying what remained of the mating until Jasper squirted his load.

Rebecca remained in position on the floor as Jasper affectionately warbled, “But yo being so big and flabby is a turn on, I entirely prefer you a fatty.”

Jasper walked to the fridge in dominance, securing a cupcake he dangled it over Rebecca’s lips, “Thing is oinker, I want yo fatter.”

Rebecca, on all fours, her belly skimming the floor, nasally sighed before taking a bite, another ensured and another until she had finished the cupcake, her face smeared with chocolate.
Jasper helped Rebecca upward, their bodies aligned and she wiped her lips, “I’m an oinker, you want me fatter”, She ambiguously smirked, “Had I been this fat when we’’z first met, would yo be having me as yer woman then?”

Jasper grasped Rebecca’s waist, kneading the pulpy tissue, “Yo be sure I would, and you’d have four babies by now, a fifth on the way.”

Rebecca felt Jasper’s manhood against her vagina, and she purred, “I’d be a wreck if I grew up chubby, not so beautiful too, yer sum kind of special man….”

“I think yer outrageously fucking gorgeous”, Jasper interrupted Rebecca. “Better looking than most oinkers!”

Rebecca grabbed hold of Jasper’s arm and swiftly escorted him to the bedroom for another romp of sensual pleasure in the conventional style. Jasper strummed Rebecca’s blubbery belly and adeptly massaged her knockers, conveying somewhat sweetly, “Don’t mean be so hard on ya, but I expect yo understand certain things…”

Rebecca nodded, grunting in pleasure as Jasper penetrated her vagina, little else said while they experienced each others affection.

____

Rebecca’s fondness for Jasper had superseded what she considered possible, she wanted him, needed him, and to secure their relationship she realized she had to capitulate to his desires.
The various reasons Rebecca needed to stay in the best physical shape had all evaporated, a fact she knew too well. Heavy females didn’t receive the same breaks and treatment as their slimmer counterparts but she was no longer a member of the social climate where those advantages really mattered. Rebecca’s bias against overweight females had marginally softened but she felt a trifle uncomfortable about her weight and size. Jasper’s ideal in feminine beauty was unconventional, who else would desire her, consider her attractive?

The absolute reality of Rebecca’s status and relationship with Jasper made it clear, although she wasn’t thrilled with packing on anymore weight, she definitely didn’t have another option.

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“Oh honey, I be still hungry and I could use a beer”, Rebecca admitted within minutes after the mating had concluded.

Keeping Jasper attentive, keeping Jasper happy, keeping Jasper in a committed relationship, Rebecca pushed aside her insecurity and vanity, she knew the only way to hold onto Jasper was to surrender to his desires.
Rebecca would become an oinker.

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Re: APT PROFESSION BY Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby Junketh71 » Wed Jul 19, 2017 5:02 pm

This was one dramatic chapter. Thanks for sharing.
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Re: APT PROFESSION BY Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby WilsonB » Wed Jul 19, 2017 6:19 pm

Got to admit, I've gone back and forth on this story, but I love the move forward in this chapter.
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Re: APT PROFESSION BY Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby div » Wed Jul 19, 2017 9:07 pm

Hello to you!

I expected a bit more stubborn if not useless resistance out of Rebecca, some more airhead logic maybe and for it to happen after she made 200. But details are just details are they not? The last two postings are a good fit as far as I see. The protagonist's growing carelessness and ignorance, her difficulties to articulate herself in a meaningful way, or failure to cope emotionally with rath simple situations was quite amusing. I appreciate your effort.

Kind regards!
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Re: APT PROFESSION BY Matt L. & Her Revenge

Postby Matt L. » Fri Jul 21, 2017 9:21 am

Junketh71, WilsonB, & Div.

We appreciate all your thoughts and reading the story.

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