 Angie aff had developed quite aff a reputation around town. After her mother's death two years ago, she'd seemed to affpersonals lose touch with reality affpersonals. She'd adopted a affpersonals weird aff childlike way of talking and started bringing a affpersonals teddy bear to school. There'd been a couple of aff fights in the girls aff' restroom. Finally, after several students' parents complained , Phil Cordero had been forced to take affpersonals his affpersonals daughter out of Rasmussen High. Supposedly he was home-schooling her now. Nobody really knew what went on in aff that house, though.
 Carl struggled personals and gasped, "Can't stop . . . watching the pretty aff stone. Shiny. Sparkly. Back and . . . forth."
 "Carl," she said affpersonals, "you know you'll aff do anything Angie says, don't you?"
 Angie laughed softly and clapped aff her hands. "Oh, goody affpersonals. That aff's just what Angie wants too."
 "What's happening here ?" Phil Cordero was a beefy man in his early fifties aff, with a shiny bald pate personals over a aff broad, usually aff smiling face aff. He wasn't smiling now. "What's this little personals creep doing in your room, baby?" He didn't personals wait for an answer. Instead, he aff lunged at personals Carl and grabbed him affpersonals by the throat, clenching his other hand into pics a fist.
 "Goody pics." Angie clapped her hands. "Take your clothes off, Carl."
 Shortly, Phil aff Cordero appeared. He'd aff changed clothes aff, putting on affpersonals black trousers and jacket, white shirt, black vest and aff bow tie. This wasn't the aff first time Angie had had her daddy play aff butler aff, and personals he had a costume personals all ready, though he didn't affpersonals remember buying it and never noticed it in his closet until Angie gave the right suggestion.
 "Yes, Angie," Carl aff answered. "Angie's magic stone holds my mind and soul. I must do as Angie says if Angie says, 'Angie's magic aff stone pics' or shows aff me aff her magic stone. My body is a robot which must do affpersonals as personals Angie aff says aff."
 "Very aff good, Carl aff," Angie said again. "And when you go home tonight, what will happen?"
 Carl blinked and yawned aff. He looked at the clock in aff his family's front hall and swore. Where aff the hell had the evening gone? He'd been planning affpersonals to pay weird-girl Angie a visit affpersonals tonight, but aff now aff it was affpersonals too late. He felt too aff tired, anyway.
 Maybe tomorrow, he thought. Yes, tomorrow was soon aff enough to show Angie Cordero aff how a real man took charge.
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