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Then Mum gripped Tara’s robe and pulled it back and off her.“Huh?” said both Tara and I – more or less at the same time.I stepped up to stand ...eside Tara as Mum pulled on the robe to untangle it from Tara’s arms.“What are you doing, Mum?” I asked.She ignored me and dropped the robe onto the floor.Tara didn’t say anything. She looked back over her shoulder – her eyes wide with surprise.Mum grabbed a hold of each side of Tara’s nightie down at hip height.“Arms up!” she commanded.Tara obediently. Do you understand?”I took a deep breath and said, “Yes I understand and I still want to do this.”“Okay, good. Why don’t you and Kim clean up and put the dishes in the dishwasher and I’ll go downstairs and get the cameras ready.”Kim and I were cleaning up the kitchen when Don came back into the kitchen. I was putting away the dishes when I saw Kim whispering something into her boyfriend’s ear. She left the kitchen without saying anything to me. I stood near the sink for a moment before Don. More

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