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More hard tug and I could get free. But I'd have just one hand to Tommy's two and he had a gun and a knife. Not good odds but it was the best I was going to get tonight. He kissed me forcing his tongue in my mouth. I didn't respond because he wouldn't have believed that. I didn't bite his tongue either because I wanted him close. With only one hand free I needed him close. I needed to do major damage with one hand. What? What could I do? He nuzzled my neck face buried in my hair.
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