"Mountains of Rubber" Chapter 5
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MzDominica's fingers snapping under her nose brought Daniella back to
the present.
"Danielllllaaaa! Focus on me, Daniella. Wake up! Not ALL the way,"
Dominica chuckled, "just enough to finish getting dressed, my little
slave. My little slut. My rubber slave! Say it!"
From far away, Daniella returned, hearing her Mistress' commands. She
was just barely able to mumble, "Rub... ber... slave..."
"Good girl," Dominica replied. The words of approval sent shivers all
through Daniella's body. "Now, stand up again... rubber... slave!
Stand up, and look in the suitcase again."
Daniella stood slowly, unable to stop trailing her hands over and over
her thighs, feeling the texture of the "fuck me" hose. Her eyes
opened, while she stood a moment, regaining her balance, still panting
slightly. The wig made her head feel heavy -- or was that the feeling
of trance? She forgot the question almost as soon as it occurred to
her, and walked from her pallet toward the suitcase. MzDominica's
presence on the bed felt like heat to her, like gravity, like a spiral
beckoning her eyes to stare and drop deeper into trance. Only the
command to look in the suitcase kept her moving. Dominica admired how
her slave's hips swayed gently as she walked, already such an automatic
part of her deepening feminization.
The lid of the suitcase was still open, and now Daniella could see what
had been inside that had looked so smooth and shiny. More rubber.
Mmmmm. Of course, more rubber. But what was it?
"Reach in, and take them out... rubber slave!" Dominica commanded.
"These are your clothes for this evening."
Daniella reached down and picked up the first item. It was a sort of
halter, made all of black rubber, with a zipper up the front. It
seemed to have breasts with perky little nipples, built into its shape.
"Put it on, slut!" said Dominica.
The slave undid the zipper, opened the halter. She slid her left arm
in, letting the rest of it drop downwards. Then she shifted her
weight, swinging the halter behind her back, catching it with her right
hand. A little finger searching, and she was able to slip her right
arm into the other hole. She shrugged the squishy rubber over her
shoulders. It felt so soft and warm on her back!
Then Daniella realized this was going to be a very tight fit, indeed!
She pulled, and tugged at the black, stretchy material -- feeling
fuzzier and more aroused with every moment. Finally, she got the
zipper started, and continuing to pull and stretch, managed to pull it
upward. It was obvious that not only were the built-in boobs there for
looks, but the inside of the halter pushed her own breasts in and
upward, making nice, little bulges just above the wide, circular
neckline. She started running her fingers over the puffy rubber
nipples, wishing she could feel her fingertips -- and discovered she
could!
"Very good, rubber slave," Mistress smiled. "Now, the next item. Take
it out, and put it on. Sloooowwwwly. I want to watch you wiggle!"
Inside the suitcase was a black rubber miniskirt, with a zipper that
went halfway down the back. Dominica enjoyed the little squeak that
escaped her slave's lips when she picked it up. There wasn't much of
it -- Daniella realized it wasn't going to cover more than her ass and
the very tops of her thighs. Her pussy started throbbing again, and
the butt plug, tight inside the rubber panties, seemed to be fucking in
and out of her again, in tiny, delightful strokes.
Daniella undid the zipper, held the skirt in her right hand, letting
the left side droop. Then she bent forward, and stepped with her left
leg into the skirt. She pulled it up her leg a little bit, then --
balancing carefully -- stepped in with her right leg. Then she pulled
it a little higher on the right. The feel of the "fuck me" hose on her
thigh, rubbing against her right hand, beckoned her down into a deep
erotic trance. She could hear her own heart beat -- tha-thud...
tha-thud... tha-thud... -- and her eyes started closing, replacing her
view of the world with a warm, dark red pulsing. Her mouth dropped
open, and her eyes opened in little slits -- just enough that she could
see -- and she reached down, and caught the lower side of the skirt
with her left hand. The slave straightened a little, pulling the skirt
up over her knees, feeling the soft rubber between her thumb and
forefinger, the texture of the "fuck me" hose against her palms. Her
hips began to sway back and forth, like she was imitating a snake, as
she tugged and pulled the tight, rubber miniskirt up her legs, first
one side, then the other. When the waistband was finally in place,
over her hips, she gave a little grunt, and thrust her hips forward,
totally unaware of what she was doing.
Her left hand on her tummy, Daniella reached back to the zipper, and
started to pull it upward. Of course, it was too tight to just be
zipped up. Her eyes almost opened, then shut tighter, as she reached
back with her left hand, pulling the rubber together with both hands,
working the zipper up, inch by inch. When it reached the top, she
stood there, with both hands behind her, gently swaying. Not sure what
to do next. Eyes half open in little slits. Mouth slack, in a soft
"O." Her ass sucking, sucking, sucking on the butt plug.
"Danielllllaaaaaa!" Mistress called, gently. The slave shivered.
Dominica could see her eyes rolling upward, under the half-closed lids.
"Two more things in the suitcase, little slut. First, reach in, and
pull out your little ankle boots!"
So hard to open her eyes! Daniella's eyelids felt like they had been
weighted down with the long eyelashes, glued together with the heavy
makeup. She struggled to open them, with just enough success to see
the suitcase, where the soft, black boots lay, on their sides, little
of sparkles of light all up and down their surfaces. She seemed to
float across the short distance to the suitcase, and picked up the
boots. The scent of new leather made her want to close her eyes and
drift some more, but the feel of cold metal confused her. Daniella's
eyes popped open, and her first good look at the boots made her gasp,
then hold her breath. All up and down the boots were little D-rings,
in rows. She began to trail her fingers along the rows, hearing tiny
tinkling sounds as her hand brushed the rings.
The sudden sensation of MzDominica's fingers, trailing along the
outside of her thigh, felt at first like a jolt of electricity. Then
the warmth spread, up and down her thigh, inside the black, textured
hose, and around into her pussy. Her legs separated ever so slightly,
pushing her sex forward, as the butt plug imbedded it self firmly in
her ass.
"Go deeper, Daniella," Mistress cooed. "Deeper, as you feel the
rings." Daniella's hand continued to trail back and forth over the
cool metal. "I want you to think of these rings, ALLLLL evening!
Imagine yourself tied to the rings. Shackled to the rings. Chained,
with your legs wide. Your pussy open to me!" The slave's eyes were
now wide open, and she WAS looking in the direction of the boots -- but
her mind was elsewhere, and had placed her between the pine trees
again. "That's right, my rubber slut. Feel yourself bound and
shackled, all evening. Feminized. Dressed in rubber." Daniella began
to breathe, so very deep and slowly, feeling herself so completely in
Mistress' power. "Now, pretty girl... put on your boots. Right where
you are. And don't you DARE get a run in those hose!" She leaned
back, sitting on the bed.
Daniella rose from trance just enough to explore the boots, looking for
an opening -- and she found a zipper on the left boot. She set the
right boot back down in the suitcase, unzipped the left one, and using
the suitcase to balance, raised her left leg -- awkwardly -- and
slipped on the boot. She zipped it closed, somehow hearing a huge,
rusty padlock in her head instead of a zipper. Then she set her foot
down, retrieved the right boot, and put it on.
"Good girl," Mistress smiled. "Now, the last thing in the suitcase.
Pick up your purse."
The rubber-covered slave reached over, and picked up the tiny clutch
purse. Also of leather, with sharp little metal studs all over it.
She had long since stopped thinking. Stopped anticipating. Daniella
stood, shoulders slightly drooped, hands at her sides, her mind
completely empty, awaiting Mistress' next command.
"Mmmmm, don't you look delicious?" MzDominica teased. "You are my
horny little rubber slave. Say it!"
Daniella responded immediately. "I am your horny little rubber slave!"
Her voice was so much higher than usual. And she still had that
delightful, unfocused look to her eyes, that so pleased her Mistress.
"Again!" MzDominica commanded.
"I am your horny little rubber slave!" Daniella's hips began to pump,
forward and back, making the butt plug fuck into her again.
"Now open the purse," Mistress commanded, "I have another surprise for
you."
Daniella raised her left hand, which was holding the purse, and undid
the clasp. She looked inside, and found two small brass padlocks, and
a set of keys.
"Pull out the locks, and the keys, and hand them to me, slut," said
Dominica.
The slave handed everything to her Mistress, and found herself
shivering when MzDominica stood up from the bed, walked so very close
to her, and stared into her eyes while she did something near her
neckline. The sound of a click, Dominica stood back, and Daniella
realized that one of the padlocks now secured the zipper at the top of
her rubber halter. She could not remove it, unless Mistress undid the
lock.
"Turn around, slut!" Mistress commanded.
Daniella turned, presenting her rubber-covered backside to her
Mistress, and felt/heard another click. She realized the rubber
miniskirt was now locked in place.
"Now, my rubber slave..." Dominica paused, as she watched the trigger
take Daniella even deeper. "Go to your pallet. Get your wallet, and
put it in your purse. You're taking me out to dinner tonight!"
Daniella walked, a bit unsteadily at first, across the bedroom. At
Mistress' command, she HAD been training herself to walk in heels --
but she felt so deeply tranced, she wasn't sure she could have
navigated the room, even barefoot! A stray thought entered her fuzzy
head. Would they ask for ID, if she tried to use Dan's credit card?
What would they think? What...
"Back over here, rubber slave!" All other thoughts vanished when
MzDominica commanded her. Daniella walked back, next to the suitcase,
awaiting further orders. She was confused, whether to stare into
Mistress' eyes and lose herself, or stare at the floor, looking
submissive and obedient. She wanted to kneel, so much. But knew she
must not do anything to mess up her clothing or makeup.
Dominica watched, smiling, as the slave tried to look into her face,
then lost the will to do so and tried to focus her gaze lower down.
For a moment, Daniella stared straight ahead. Then she realized she
was staring at Mistress' gorgeous breasts -- and wasn't sure she
deserved that privilege. Finally, her eyes dropped to the floor, and
her mouth opened slackly. Her mind emptied.
"Good girl," Dominica said. "My good, mindless, obedient slave. You
don't know what to do. Don't know what to think. So your mind slips
into neutral. Awaiting my orders." She reached a finger under the
miniskirt, and ran it gently up Dan's cock, base to tip. Daniella felt
it, as a stroke between her cunt lips. She wanted to buck her hips,
but found she could not move!
"Close your eyes, pretty girl," Mistress commanded. "That's right, let
them drift closed. Now, feel me putting my special goggles on your
eyes again. The ones where everything spells my name. Dominica.
Dominica. Dominica!" Daniella began to drift again. "That's right,
you see my name everywhere! Keep your eyes closed. I have one more
important thing to tell you, before we go out. I want you to listen,
very carefully. Listen to me. I am holding my remote control again.
And I am programming your rubber panties. If you move too far away
from me, if you try to run away, the rubber panties will begin stroking
your sex. Gentle waves, all up and down your pussy -- that you
absolutely cannot ignore."
Daniella began to feel a stroking, a throbbing between her legs.
"The farther away you get from me, the harder it will stroke and
squeeze you. You will begin to drift. And become more obedient. And
find yourself returning to me. Unable to resist. Unable to run away.
Unable to hide. Do you understand, Daniella? Answer me!"
From somewhere in a deep trance -- her sex, her arms, her thighs, every
inch of her skin being stroked -- Daniella answered, "Yes, Mistress."
"You must obey!" Mistress commanded.
"I must obey Dominica," Daniella mindlessly replied.
"You must obey!" Mistress repeated.
"I must obey Dominica," Daniella automatically responded.
"Good girl!" MzDominica stroked her slave's left cheek. "You..."
Daniella suddenly felt caught, in a moment stretched out...
"Must..."
Seconds ticked by. Daniella's mind was suddenly focused on one thing,
and one thing only. Responding to the trigger, that had not yet been
completely spoken. Time passed. And she forgot about everything else.
Everyone else. Even herself. All that mattered was for her to
respond, when the trigger was complete. She felt poised at the edge of
a cliff. Blown by a powerful hurricane. Nothing, no one mattered, as
she focused her entire self, her entire life, on being ready for the
next word, and responding.
"Obey!"
"I must obey Dominica!" Daniella was too deeply tranced, too mindless,
to have shouted it. But if she could have, the sound would have been
deafening. Every tiny piece of her mind and body rushed into
vocalizing that response.
Daniella felt her Mistress trail a fingernail from the belly of her
miniskirt, upward over her tummy and chest, up her neck, to her lips.
Dominica leaned close, and Daniella could feel Mistress' breath on her
face. It was like she felt, rather than heard Mistress' next words.
"Now, slut. Follow me. Get in the van. We... are going out!"
* * * * *
In the mini-van, Daniella looked at the dashboard, the radio, the trees
passing by. Everything seemed to spell "Dominica," over and over
again. She felt fuzzy, rushed, like she couldn't catch her breath.
Her breasts felt so huge in the rubber halter. Her pussy felt so
tight, so full, in the rubber panties. Were they massaging her pussy
again? She couldn't tell. Her ass kept sucking at the thick rubber
butt plug. Cars and trucks passed them, going the other direction on
the highway. Their headlights seemed to leave trails in Daniella's
eyes. Trails that spelled "Dominica," in long, stretched-out letters.
Her hips began to rock, and the hem of the rubber miniskirt rode up to
the tops of her thighs. Everything seemed so fast, unreal. Daniella
began panting, squirming in the car seat, rubbing her booted feet up
her calves. She could feel the rings on the boots. Like the rings
were tied to her clit. To her nipples. Her eyes grew wider, and wider
-- seeing everything, yet understanding less and less as each minute
passed.
The minivan pulled into the parking lot, at a bar and grill named
"Dominica." Daniella giggled, her mind so empty, not certain if what
the sign said was real -- not caring if it was real. It was a moment
or two before she realized MzDominica had opened the passenger door,
and was commanding her.
"Wake up, Daniella," Mistress repeated.
Daniella blinked, feeling extremely embarrassed that she had not
responded. She tried to jump out of the passenger seat, only to
realize she was still locked into the seat belt. She began to look
around, wildly, aching to obey, but not sure how, when MzDominica
pushed the release button, and let the confused bimbo out.
"Straighten your skirt, slut," Dominica commanded, as she shut the van
door.
Daniella absent-mindedly reached down, and pulled on the hem of her
rubber mini-skirt. Only then did she realize she was still holding the
clutch purse, the little metal studs digging into her palm. She held
it up, gazing at the reflections of the parking lot lights.
"Daniellllllaaaaaa!!!" Dominica's voice stopped the slave. Held her
frozen. Mindless. "Follow me, follower! Follow! Follow!" Mistress
walked across the parking lot, Daniella a few paces behind her.
Inside, it was all light, and heat, and noise. People everywhere.
Daniella began to feel confused. A little worried. Her pace slowed,
but she continued to follow Mistress.
The hostess seemed to recognize MzDominica immediately, and guided them
to a round pinewood table, where three other beautiful women were
already seated, sipping on their drinks. There were introductions all
around. A tall blonde, dressed entirely in red leather with black
lacings, stood up and hugged Dominica, kissing her cheek. The other
two, also dressed in leather, stood and exchanged hellos.
"This is Daniella?" the tall blonde asked. "She's really coming
along!"
"It's her first time out," MzDominica replied. "So be nice!"
"Aww, I'm always nice," she replied, then turned to the other two.
"Aren't I, girls?"
The two women looked up at the ceiling, as if something VERY
interesting was going on there.
"Okay," the blonde said, throwing up her hands. "Like you two are
perfect angels!" She plopped back down in her seat, and looked at
Daniella, with a big smile of fake innocence. Then her gaze looked
almost predatory. "For a first-timer," she said, "you look gorgeous!"
Daniella enjoyed the compliment. But something confused her. It took
her a moment to realize that Dominica was still standing. Waiting.
She almost lunged forward, grabbed the pinewood chair, and pulled it
away from the table, offering Mistress a seat. Dominica gave her
Daniella a look she couldn't quite interpret. Something between "it's
about time" and "we are going to have SUCH fun!" She sat down, and the
slave helped as Mistress scooted closer to the table.
One more chair remained empty. It took Daniella a moment to realize
she was expected to sit. In a chair. In Mistress' presence. Like one
of the girls.
She found herself taking little, mincing steps. Arrived at the chair,
turned, and sat, sliding her hands under her buttocks to pull her skirt
under her thighs, straightening it. Daniella found her gaze caught by
Dominica's green eyes, unable to look away. She could tell, from
Mistress' expression, she'd done something wrong. But she couldn't
think what.
"Spread your legs, slut," Dominica commanded. Quietly. Gently. But
NOT to be denied.
Daniella's knees, which had been pressed together, slowly separated.
Far enough to accommodate someone's head between her legs.
"Good girl," Mistress whispered. Just as their waitress arrived.
"Good evening," she said. "I'm Janie, your server for this evening.
Is there anything I can get you to drink?"
"A glass of this cabernet," Dominica replied, indicating her favorite
on the wine list. "And a glass of water for my girlfriend, here."
Daniella was surprised she hadn't been allowed to order. But she was
even more surprised when she looked at the wine list on the table.
Everything seemed to be named after Dominica. In fact, there simply
weren't any other words on the page. She started feeling dizzy again,
finding it difficult to follow the conversation. Soon, she found a
water glass placed in front of her, the ice floating, gently swirling
around.
"Take a sip," Dominica said, simply, as the waitress passed around
menus.
Daniella lifted her glass. The water felt so cool against her lips.
So cool and wet, rolling over her tongue, and down her throat. She
drifted a moment, engulfed in the sensation, then set her glass down on
the table, noticing the crescent of reddish-brown lipstick on the rim.
In slow motion, she picked up the menu, not quite seeing it. And
slowly... slowly... she realized all the words on the menu were
"Dominica... Dominica... Dominica..." She looked up at Mistress' face,
helplessly, realizing there was no way she could read the menu.
MzDominica smiled back, and placed her hand on Daniella's. It'll be
okay, her expression said.
The sound of her water glass being refilled confused Daniella. She'd
only taken a sip, right? But it seemed to be almost empty! Dominica
lifted her wine glass, inhaling the aroma of the rich, red vintage.
Janie returned, almost bubbling. "So, what can I get for you, this
evening?
The women began to order, asking about different entrees and making
selections. Daniella felt so fuzzy, looking at her menu. "Dominica...
Dominica... Dominica..." Her pussy was dripping.
"And you?"
It was Janie. Daniella looked up, helplessly, unable to focus on the
waitress' face. Her name tag seemed to read "Dominica." Daniella
tried to speak, her voice seeming to be lost...
"She'll have the quarter roasted chicken," Dominica replied. Daniella
watched Janie's pen wiggle, as she wrote down the order. She seemed
unfazed at Mistress ordering for someone else.
"And the side?" she asked.
"The fruit salad," Mistress replied, looking directly at Daniella.
The slave seemed to hear a buzzing in her head. The sound of her water
glass being filled again woke her out of a trance she hadn't realized
she'd been in. How much water had she been drinking, anyway?
Daniella shifted in her chair, the rubber skirt riding up her thighs,
and realized she had an intense need to pee. Like she was going to
flood the chair. Any second. She tried to remember, when she had last
taken a pee. Had she released, helplessly, in the shower? She
couldn't even remember the shower. She couldn't remember EVER peeing
after the "dog run" around the fence this morning. The thought of
being MzDominica's dog made her begin to pant. Her mouth opened, her
tongue was hanging out, and she stared into space, gasping in little
breaths.
"Does my little slave need to pee?" Dominica teased.
Daniella could only nod her head, squirming in her chair. She wanted
to press her legs close together, she needed to pee so bad. But
MzDominica's command kept her thighs spread apart. She began to moan.
"Then you know where you need to go... don't you, my slave?" MzDominica
whispered. She gestured with Her wine glass, toward the restrooms,
which were only a few tables away.
The slave set down her water glass -- not realizing she had picked it
up. And, shakily, she stood -- not sure she could make it to the
restrooms, so far away. She walked, deliberately trying to look swishy
and sexy, but desperate to run into the bathroom! Closer... closer...
Her mind so fuzzy... Oh, Goddess!
Daniella realized there were TWO doors. One on her right, and one on
her left. Which one? Which one? Even more confusing, BOTH were
labeled "Dominica." She saw the pictures on the doors, and went
towards the one that seemed most familiar. A stick figure, with arms
outstretched and two legs.
Suddenly, Daniella's rubber panties began to massage her sex -- SO
insistently. She tried to move toward the door, and the throbbing
between her legs made her stop, lose track of what she was doing, pump
her hips. She looked back at MzDominica for help, and then realized
what was going on. She was trying to walk into the men's room -- and
it was just too far away from her Mistress. The rubber panties had
started massaging her clit, forcing her to stay close to MzDominica.
There was only one restroom close enough that Daniella could enter. It
had a stick figure wearing an A-line skirt, feet together. The women's
room. Daniella hesitated, never having done this before. But she
needed to go SOMEWHERE, or she was going to pee right here! Her eyes
lost their focus, and she drifted, as she pushed the door open, and
entered the women's restroom. Confused, she stood between the two rows
of stalls, hearing the door creak closed behind her, and shut.
Pee... pee... pee... Daniella needed to pee. Somewhere. Anywhere.
She found an open door, walked into a stall, closed the door, and
lifted her rubber mini-skirt.
And found the lock on her rubber panties!
She pushed, and pulled, and wiggled. Very soon, she realized, she
could not remove it. Not without the key.
Daniella heard the restroom door open. Click... click... click... The
sound of MzDominica's boot heels walking closer and closer made her
drift, feel so sleepy. The clicking stopped. Mistress was so tall --
Daniella realized she could see the top of Dominica's blonde hair, over
the door of the stall.
"Need some help, Daniella?" Mistress asked. "Danielllllaaaaaa! Open
the door for me. Open the door, my sweet, mindless rubber slave!"
Daniella's left hand continued to hold her rubber skirt high, as she
undid the latch with ther right hand, and pulled the door inwards. She
looked up into Mistress' green eyes, forgetting why she was here.
Dominica smiled. "I came in to check on you." She looked down at the
slave's hand, exposing the rubber panties and the lock. "It looks like
you need some help."
The slave suddenly remembered the immense pressure in her bladder.
"Oh, please, Mistress Dominica! Please unlock me! I need to pee, so
bad!" Daniella sounded more and more like a little girl every second.
"Are you begging my permission to pee, little girl?" Dominica asked?
Daniella began rocking from one foot to the other. "Yes, Mistress!
Please, I beg you!"
"Then you must drop to your knees, Daniella, to beg properly," Mistress
commanded. "And do NOT get a run in those hose!"
The slave carefully knelt in front of Dominica, head bowed toward her
Mistress' boots. She still held the hem of her rubber skirt up at her
waist, having completely forgotten she might let go of it. "Please,
Mistress Dominica. I beg you to unlock me, and give me permission to
pee! I am your helpless slave!"
Mistress paused a moment, held up the key in front of Daniella's eyes,
teasing her with it.
"Please, Mistress! I beg you!"
Dominica held the key close to Daniella's slutty red-painted mouth.
She gently stroked the cold metal back and forth across Daniella's
lower lip. The slave's eyes drifted closed, and she began to moan
quietly, her hips pumping. Just as her left hand began to drop,
slowly, languidly, forgetting the rubber miniskirt, Dominica commanded,
"Here's the key, Daniella. Unlock yourself, and have a nice, long
pee."
The slave's eyes popped open, not quite focused. "Thank you,
Mistress!"
"And when you're done," Dominica intoned, staring into her slave's
eyes, "I want you to lock yourself back up. Come back out, sit down,
and hand the key back to me. OVER the table, where everybody can see.
Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Good girl!" Mistress turned away from the stall and walked, click...
click... click..., out of the restroom.
Daniella stood. She fumbled with the key a moment, but managed to get
it into the lock. When it turned, she felt such a surge of relief,
knowing that she really could unlock herself.
But that was nothing compared to the relief Daniella felt, when she
finally could release. She seemed to pee gallon after gallon. The
sudden loss of pressure made her feel dizzy. Her eyes closed, and her
head gently tilted to her right side, as Daniella drifted into a deep
trance. As she continued to pee, her unconscious mind reviewed all the
triggers and instructions she had been given that day, making them
stronger. Even in this deep hypnotic state, the thick, rubber butt
plug never left her ass. After a while, she began to alternate -- her
ass sucked on the butt plug, then her pussy squirted pee. Then her ass
sucked the butt plug again, and she squirted again. Over and over,
squirting a little less urine each time, until her pussy simply pumped
a drop or two each time. When the slave finished, she wiped herself
languidly, almost robotically. She pulled up the rubber panties and
locked them on, eyes still tightly closed.
It wasn't until she found herself at the mirror, checking her hair, and
refreshing her lipstick that Daniella realized she was awake. The girl
smiled at the heavily painted face in the mirror, gave herself a wink,
and wiggled her hips. Then she seemed to float out the door, back
toward the dining room.
She was already out the door when she realized something -- she never
HAD been wearing the goggles!
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