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ndy. -are—and leads them to the
y, Wendy, some middle-aged hy eyebrows, and thick silver cks that Mary goes to school vay too old for that. But confi-
>ssion. 2’5 a woman. She's blond, very
iks. She can’t shake the feeling 1 he nods, and he and Wendy rile later, they’re back.
ll woman. “You can take Mary
ling staircase carpeted in pink. that’s got photographs on the
ains cover windows and don't
’s a strong lavender fragrance.
ntaining a green-and-pink sofa.
ae side and doors on either side
toire with sex toys on it. There’s of a naked woman.
will be up in a moment.”
» anything else. Fidgeting with
a, jumps up again.
a ear eye” > - ee ee
Fittuy Ricw
Then she sees the picture.
All the girls in the photos are young. But the girl in this one’s
just a baby.
Much younger than Mary herself.
The. girl’s smiling, but the smile’s mixed with something
else—some sort of anxiety that’s out of place on such a small
face. And what she’s doing is shocking: pulling her underwear
off to the side. Flashing one of her tiny apple-round butt cheeks
toward the camera.
Mary gasps. She turns around. And there’s Epstein standing
in front of her, wearing nothing but a towel.
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