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The night fell,
the darkness giving her the
cover to slide out her window,
to slip through the gate.
Augusta was waiting,
hands folded neatly in her lap,
pretending she wasn't thinking about how
Minerva's hands would part her legs,
how her fingers would be beneath her skirts,
how she knew Minerva would cover her mouth,
muffle her moans,
her screams of pleasure with her own.