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“Yes,” said a handful of men.

“Have you noticed nothing about his person? Aren’t you guys supposed to the observant, notice everything, kind of guys?” They frowned at the woman, looking at one another.

“For shit’s sake, just tell us,” growled Moose.

“Fine. He only wears designer sneakers. One specific designer and only that one. His dress shoes are from one specific designer. He only wears custom suits. One specific custom designer. When he dresses casually, there is one type of blue jean, one type of polo shirt. He has a fleet of luxury cars. All one maker.

“This man literally personifies someone obsessed with labels, but these aren’t just any labels. These manufacturers and designers believe in what he’s doing. They have the same disgusting tastes.”

“Why would these corporations ‘sponsor’ his actions?” asked Rush.

“Simple. Dominance.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“Hi, Gray,” smiled Caroline as she entered the clinic. “Thanks for making time for me today.”

“Of course, honey. Is everything okay? Are you feeling alright? Did you want to get on birth control?” she asked.

“Oh, no. I think we’re okay letting nature take its course.” She took the seat across from Gray and fidgeted with the hem of her dress. “Rush and I have had sex. Several times in a very short period of time.”

“Then that’s good,” smiled Gray. “That’s what young couples in love do.”

“Yes,” grinned Caroline, “it was very good. However, I may have underestimated the size of my future husband and his impact on my body.”

“Oh.” Gray nodded at her and stood, understanding the dilemma. Unlike Gabi, who would have immediately gone into some dialogue about the size of all the men, including her own husband, Gray just smiled. “Let’s do an exam, honey. Are you hurting?”

“Just a little burning when I urinate. I want to make sure everything is okay.”

Gray had her get undressed and gave her a pelvic exam. Although her vaginal wall was slightly inflamed, there was no damage or tearing. It was clear that Rush had been gentle with his future wife.

“I think you’re going to get used to accommodating Rush, but for now, I’m going to give you something that will alleviate the burning. I would also advise you to go slowly when he returns. He’s obviously a large man.”

“I didn’t measure him,” blushed Caroline, “but I’d say he was close to the length of my forearm.” Gray’s eyes went wide, and she stared at the young woman and her arm.

“Oh my.”

“I know, Gray, but it was wonderful!” she said, gripping the other woman’s hand. “God, he was so perfect and gentle, and holy shit, his body! I never imagined it could be so beautifully perfect.”

“Yes,” laughed Gray, “I can see the dilemma. You’re just going to have to learn to pace yourself. Too much of anything could be a bad thing.”

“I respectfully disagree,” smiled Caroline. “Maybe over time, I’ll build a tolerance. Not tolerance. You know what I mean.”

“Yes, I know what you mean. Just take it slow for a while. You should be fine by the time he gets home. Don’t be afraid to use a lubricant as well.”

“Thank you, Gray.” Caroline left the clinic and walked back toward the cottages. As she passed the school, Jessica and Elizabeth were walking out and headed home.

“Caroline! It’s so wonderful to have you home,” said Elizabeth, hugging the younger woman.

“Thank you, it’s wonderful to be home. How are you?”

“We’re good. How are you?” asked Jessica, looking back at the clinic. “Are you sick, honey?”

“Oh, no,” she said, blushing. “Rush and I finally, well, we were finally together, and he was more than expected. In every way.”

“Ah,” smiled Jessica. “I remember feeling that way with Lars. I mean, I’m pretty tiny, and he’s six-feet-three of absolute deliciousness. I was sore for the first month we were together, but it was a burden I was all too happy to carry.”

“Me too,” smiled Elizabeth. “Chris is much bigger than me, and I was a virgin when we got together. So, although I don’t have any other men to judge him by, he was definitely the man made for me.”

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