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Linda’s eyes–his eyes–narrowed to slits. Then she straightened up, squaring his shoulders as best she could in his less-imposing frame. “Oh God. “Not bad, Mom,” he said to the reflection, half-joking, half-mesmerized.

The door flew open.

“Ken,Group Sex I swear, if you’re–” Linda froze mid-sentence, standing in his body with a glass of water in hand, staring at him.