Title: How I Met Your Mother*
Author: Ariel
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Rating: NC-17 for language and breast references, ratings will change depending on content (not heavy duty NC-17 just playing it safe!)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, but I love to take them for a ride!
Summary: A/U before season 1, the summer after Willow's freshman year with a large dose of Queen Cordelia at her bitchy best and teen-aged angst.
Credit: "Angel of Music" by C. Hart, R. Henry, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Z. Stilgoe and “The Music of the Night” by C. Hart and Andrew Lloyd Webber from “The Phantom of the Opera”, book by R. Stilgoe and Andrew Lloyd Webber
*no connection to the sit-com of the same name
Thoughts are in italics.
Part 28: Fun, Fears and Phantoms
Tara loved walking with their arms around each other. She gave Willow a sudden, sharp squeeze. “So you h-have to pet Dolly every day.”
Willow giggled and blushed, “That sounds so dirty, like you named your hoo-hoo ‘Dolly’ or I’m molesting a girl’s toy!”
Tara was shocked enough to start giggling uncontrollably. “Th-that’s the craziest thing I ever h-heard!” The laughter slowed as she thought it over, “It
does sound dirty!” Then they both started laughing together.
Their mirth had subsided into the occasional giggling snort when they came to the stable and saw Faith leaning up against the barn door and smirking at them.
“Go ahead, you two. I like the fresh air.”
They both gave her a grateful smile, unlocked the barn, and went in. Then there was no one but them, nothing but their love.
They walked slowly into each other’s arms and their gazes locked, becoming a slow fall as their lips bumped together and they breathed each other’s desire.
Tara kissed Willow, tracing the curling upward ends of Willow’s smile with a finger. Everything was beautiful, red strands of hair like sunrise against the pearly dawn of her skin; the brightness of her eyes and the love flush on her cheeks.
Then desire surged inside them both and Willow’s fingers unbuttoned Tara’s shirt and yanked it down Tara’s arms. For a moment, Tara’s strong, tanned hands were imprisoned by the pulled down sleeves. She tensed for an instant then realized that she could free herself. Tara waited, curious to see what her lover would do and walking a strange line between fear and desire as Willow moved her backwards and sat her down on a hay bale. Tara looked up, strangely quiet.
A shaft of sunlight illuminated the dust motes floating around Tara, shining in the morning sun and Willow sighed,
every golden thing, every bit of beauty is drawn to her.
Tara continued looked up at her lover, her eyes the intense blue that Willow had named her ‘blue flame’ look.
Then Willow moved back to that fluttering pulse in Tara’s neck, she leaned down and gave a long experimental lick, loving the salty glide of Tara’s skin against her tongue.
“Ewwww, Willow!”
Willow pulled back and Tara spoke, “I didn’t say for you to stop!”
Willow giggled, then the smile slid off her face and she moved closer, tracing Tara’s kiss-swollen lips with a finger while her left hand captured the knotted sleeves, holding Tara’s wrists back.
She went back to the pulse point, taking the heated skin into her mouth. She sucked it against her teeth and bit down until Tara gave a shivery gasp of pleasure.
Next Willow leaned down, using a heated fingertip to trace the bra strap down to the bra itself and to Tara’s breasts. Then Willow reached into the bra and lifted out one of Tara’s breasts, still pinning the bigger girl’s wrists in the sleeve. She bent lower, massaging the warm softness in her hand, watching the brown nipple harden into what she secretly thought of as a chocolate kiss. She bent down, sucking at the sweetness and was rewarded as Tara shivered and sighed then thrust her breast deeper against Willow’s tongue.
There was a silence, Tara feeling strangely helpless and Willow feeling tall and powerful. Then, a mosquito was buzzing around and Willow raised her hand sharply to kill it.
Tara saw the upraised hand. She gasped and cringed back, her breath rasping as she struggled to unloose her arms.
“Tara, it was just a mosquito. I was trying to—“
Tara stared up at her wild-eyed.
“Tara. I wasn’t going to hurt you.” Willow reached out quickly to hug her and Tara drew back again. “Tara?”
Tara controlled herself with visible effort. “I’m f-fine, W-willow.”
“You’re not fine!” Willow stared at Tara. “You thought I was going to hurt you!” She was stunned with the pain of it. “Like I was going to hit you or something.”
“N-no! I n-never thought that, W-willow! N-never!”
Willow stepped back. She felt sure that Tara that had lied to her and the lie became a barrier between them. Her voice came out flat, as if someone else was doing the talking, “Well, I never would, Tara. That’s all.”
She turned away to look for the wheelbarrow, pointedly avoiding any more conversation until Tara dressed and began the routine of saddling horses and moving them into the corral.
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They handled their morning rides and Willow mucked out stalls. There was very little conversation and they left together, walking side by side but no longer with their arms around each other.
They saw Veronica sitting alone on an empty corner of the dining hall porch and Tara went over and sat next to her.
“H-how’s it going, Veronica?”
The little girl sighed. “Okay.”
“I w-wanted to thank you for b-being so nice to Mouse. L-letting her sleep with you when she h-has nightmares.”
Veronica looked distinctly uncomfortable. “It’s okay,” she mumbled and looked away.
Tara felt confused by her reaction, but patted the little girl on the shoulder. “If you w-want to talk, you can c-come to W-willow or me any time.”
Veronica nodded, still looking away, and Tara got up. “See you at l-lunch then.”
Tara made it half way across the porch when Bettina came running at her with her arms held open and hug-crashed into her.
“Whoa, Bettina! That’s quite a l-landing!”
“Tara! I want to teach you a secret sign!”
“Okay, what is it?”
“Like this, put down your two middle fingers so your pinky finger and your pointy finger are up and your thumb is to the side.”
Tara followed her example. “What does it mean?”
Bettina blushed and leaned in to whisper in Tara’s ear. “It means, ‘I love you’.” Then she grabbed Tara’s hand and walked into the dining hall, her little heart nearly bursting with joy.
Carly was ahead of their group, getting her hamburger from Faith while Cordelia was in front of Carly.
“Hey, Carly.”
“Hey Faith!”
Faith grinned, “I got a great idea for the talent show.”
Carly’s eyes widened. “You?
You want to be in the talent show?”
Faith nodded, throwing a glance at Cordelia. “I thought you and I could sing ‘Blue Moon’ together.”
Carly started laughing while Cordelia pointedly turned her back on them both. She had given up the strange outfit and both campers and staff were still adjusting to the new blue Cordelia.
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Devola looked around their table. “How about the swear word of the day for tomorrow?”
“Baton,” came from Towanda.
“Goose,” came from Lisa.
“Blue,” came from Mouse.
“Blue?” Devola cracked up completely and most of the rest of them joined in.
Tara cut in, “We c-can’t use that. It m-might hurt Cordelia’s feelings.”
Willow stared at her incredulously for a moment, then picked up the cue. “Right,” she agreed solemnly. “We must be nice to Cordelia.” Then she started grinning helplessly, finally draping herself over Towanda’s shoulders as she shook with laughter.
Tara gave ground slightly. “W-well m-maybe we can use it b-but we can’t say it in front of Cordelia.”
Bettina wanted to be sure she understood. “So we can have ‘blue’ for our swear word but we can’t say it in front of Cordelia?”
Tara nodded.
Bettina shook her head, “She’s why I’d want to say ‘Blue’ in the first place!”
There was general agreement and Tara was sorry to see Veronica hunch her shoulders and look down.
“How about ‘moon’?” Tara suggested.
“Moon, moon, moon, moon,” Devola tried it out. “Okay.”
The rest nodded their agreement and ‘moon’ was in.
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The afternoon rides went smoothly and after they were over they looked at each other, offered tentative smiles, and moved together to walk with their arms around each other’s waist again.
Willow sighed, “Tara-walking is the best!”
Tara squeezed her lover’s waist, “No, it’s Willow-walking that’s the best!”
They laughed, delighted to have the warmth and ease back between them as they headed to their cabin to change into their bathing suits and join their girls for a swim.
Tara tugged her old suit up and tried shoving her breasts down lower to expose less cleavage. She sighed with frustration as they kept sliding back up. She shoved them back down and glared at them.
Willow caught her hands. “Hey, no shoving ‘Mare’ and ‘Amore’!”
“They’re
my breasts!”
Willow cleared her throat. “Miss Maclay, I am Agent Rosenberg of the National Wild Breast Protection Society.” She flashed an invisible ID Card and badge. “Your breasts are classified legally as ‘Wild’ and they must be allowed to roam free pursuant to section uh 34C of the Federal Wildlife code.”
Tara stared at Willow, “’Section 34C’. Have you been reading my bra?”
Willow blushed so violently that Tara was scared she’d pop a blood vessel. “Research,” she said weakly.
Tara extended her fingers into tickle position and attacked.
“No! Miss Maclay! Tickling a federal agent – felony – assault! Pr-prison sentence! Can’t.” But Tara was relentless. Finally Willow had to beg for mercy, “Taaaaara!”
Tara was panting as she stood up. “Okay! But no more bra reading!” Then she heard the ridiculousness of the request and she sank helplessly to the bed, laughing uncontrollably.
Meanwhile Willow had formed her hand into a gun and blew on the imaginary barrel. She deepened her voice into agent-speak, “Our secret weapon: The Laugh-y Goodness Gun; works every time!” She glanced smugly at Tara, who was subsiding into giggles,
That will teach you to mess with a Federal Agent!”
Tara got to her feet smiling and gave one last frustrated tug at the top of her suit. “I still hate this bathing suit!”
Willow made an attempt at a suggestive leer but only managed to look adorable. “Well I don’t! Come on!”
The swim was fun and they all enjoyed splash fights, teaching Mouse to dog paddle, and playing a few games of Marco Polo. Near the end of their swim time they were standing next to each other and keeping an eye on their girls who were swimming nearby.
“Tara!” Willow whispered urgently, “Do you think I have a rip in my suit?” She looked down at the leg hole of her suit which was underwater.
Tara leaned over with elaborate nonchalance to look discreetly for a rip while Willow took a long, lovely look down Tara’s cleavage.
Tara ran a finger along the leg hole of the suit for a rip then tilted her head up, “I d-don’t see one.” Then she saw the direction of Willow’s gaze and blushed. “Y-you lied to me! There is no rip!”
Willow was eager to clear herself of the accusation of wrong-doing and also demonstrate her brilliant sophistry. “No, see I didn’t say that
I thought that there was a rip! I asked if
you thought that there was a rip! See the difference? So I didn’t lie!” She bounced on the balls of her feet and grinned with triumph.
Tara did her best to glower but without success.
Meanwhile Mouse saw her opportunity and sidled up to poke Tara’s breast while it was within reach. Then she splashed away, giggling.
Tara jerked upright. “This is a c-conspiracy! I’ve been s-set-up!”
Now all the girls were looking at her.
She glanced around her and blushed. “Can s-someone just throw me an anchor and l-let me sink to the bottom and d-drown?”
Suddenly a crowd of little girls surrounded her, declaring their refusal to let her drown and their firm intention to save her, if needed.
Then they changed and raced to softball practice. Hallie worked them hard and the girls enjoyed the feeling of pulling together as a team.
Practice ended with batting and fielding with Tara and Faith batting to the outfielders, alternating hits in a good natured slugging contest.
Tara had held the distance record for a while, but Faith brushed her curly hair out of her face, cocked the bat and slammed Hallie’s high floater up and out.
Towanda was awestruck, “Over the fence!”
Devola chimed in, “Next county, maybe next state!”
Willow approached looking shy. “Hey, Tara can you show me how to bat?”
Tara laughed. “You should ask Faith! She just sent that l-last one into orbit!”
Willow met Tara’s eyes. “I’d rather ask you.”
Faith smirked and stood back to watch the show.
“Sure, sweetie. Come stand over by me, to the side of the plate. Okay. Then you spread your feet to get a solid stance and you get your hands—“
“Tara, stand behind me and fix my hands for me.”
Tara stood behind Willow and moved Willow’s hips into position, then put her arms around Willow’s arms to show the correct batting position.
Willow leaned back, feeling the warmth of Tara’s breasts up against her thin T-shirt. She sighed with pleasure.
Tara felt her heart beating against Willow’s back.
Faith cleared her throat and walked over. “You might need this, too.” A bat dangled casually from her hand and a blushing Tara snatched it quickly and put it into Willow’s hands.
Hallie cut in, “Think ‘HELP’ – Hands together, Elbows up, Level swing and Patience. Wait for the right pitch.”
Faith smiled at Willow. “Hey, Red. I’ll throw you a couple easy ones.” Hallie tossed her the ball and Faith took the mound. “Just keep your eye on the ball and try to meet it, okay?”
Willow nodded seriously and gripped the bat.
The first pitch was high and Willow let it go. Faith stepped closer, trying to make it easier for Willow. Her second pitch floated right across the plate and Willow whipped the bat around and slammed a line drive that rocketed straight at Faith’s forehead.
Faith instinctively threw a hand up to protect herself and the ball crashed into the glove, but it’s unexpected force threw Faith off her feet and dumped her flat on her butt.
Towanda shook her head, “Wow, Willow! What a rap!” The other girls nodded and Willow beamed while Tara pulled her aside.
“’Tara, can you show me how to bat!’ Come on, Willow!”
Willow blushed. “Well, I maybe played a little with Jesse and Xander but never in a league and we pretty much quit in 7th grade.”
Tara shook her head, then leaned in close, her breath warm in Willow’s ear. “Minx,” she whispered.
Willow felt cold shivers. “Date tonight after the computer lab?”
Tara leaned in with another tantalizing whisper, “Maybe.”
Willow pouted and Tara relented, leaning in to say, “Yes,” with a warm, teasing hiss at the end of the word.
Then Hallie reeled everyone in, sent the girls off to run a lap of the field and talked strategy and batting order with Willow and Tara before jogging off to find her cabin.
Tara turned to Faith and smiled, “H-hey, Slugger!”
Faith grinned back, “Yeah that was a rip!”
Willow nodded, “So what do you think of the kids?”
Faith laughed good-naturedly, “As kids? Good, great even.”
Tara and Willow were about to demand more information, but Faith continued. “As ballplayers?" She shrugged, "A few good ones but your batting is gonna kill you. Anyway, serve dinner. See ya for our ride tomorrow, T!” She gave Willow a small, devilish grin, “And Red, you’re a real fast learner!” She smirked at them both, “Real fast, know what I mean!”
Then she sauntered off, clearly enjoying their matching blushes.
Then their girls headed in, gasping and laughing and chattering; all of them ready for dinner.
Tara and Willow slid their arms around each other’s waists while their girls ran around.
“W-willow, Bettina showed me s-something cute today.”
“What?”
“See? It m-means ‘I love you’ in s-sign language.”
Willow tried it, “I love you.”
Tara returned the sign, “M-me, too.”
Then Willow flashed her the WAVE and Tara said it again, “M-me, too.”
Willow smiled back.
Dinner was full of softball talk and the energy was good. Only Veronica was unusually quiet, but she helped Mouse through the serving line and sat with the group.
“Willow has the c-computer lab tonight. Anyone w-want to do e-mails?”
Towanda and Debbie elected to go.
Lisa leaned in, “Are we finishing ‘The Phantom of the Opera’ tonight?”
Tara smiled, “If you w-want to.”
Devola jumped in. “I want to be the Phantom! Is he hideous, evil, monstrous, murderous, and disgusting.”
Tara laughed. “Yes.”
Devola threw her hands up, “Wahoo!”
Tara continued, “But he’s also brilliant and romantic and in love with Christine.”
Devola grimaced, “That’s gross!” She sighed, “Okay. I’ll do it.”
Then dinner finished and they allowed themselves the pleasure of an embrace before Willow hurried off to do the computer lab and Tara took the girls back to their cabin to put on pajamas and brush teeth. Finally they were all back in their cabin, waiting for the show to begin.
Tara looked at her assembled cast of players and smiled. “Is everybody r-ready?”
“Wait!” Lisa took charge. “I’m gonna get my flashlight.” She turned it on then shut off the overhead light. “Now we’re ready!”
There was a palpable excitement in the room.
“Okay, n-now we g-get to t-take turns. So who wants to be the Christine?” Tara looked around, seeing Kate’s vacillation between shyness and eagerness. “Y-you, Kate. It’s your turn. Devola, come here and t-talk to me for a minute.” She whispered instructions and Devola headed into Tara’s and Willow’s room to lurk inside and wait for her cue. “Now, who is our h-handsome Raul? He’s y-young and b-brave and he l-loves Christine.” Tara’s eyes scanned the room. “Come on Bettina! When I p-point to you, say, ‘It is Christine, my friend from a long time ago and I love her’. D-did you get that?”
Bettina nodded, happy to be doing the show with Tara.
“Good! Now climb on that b-bunk bed. You’re so rich you have a special place to see the show from.”
Tara’s brought her voice low for effect, but stood close to Bettina so that the little girl could see her.
“Now Christine has just sung her song, ‘Think of Me’ and Raoul sees her and knows her!” She pointed to Bettina who sat up tall and said her line proudly.
Then Tara held Kate in front of her, letting the little girl act out the lyrics.
“Then Christine sings
‘Father once spoke of an angel ...
I used to dream he'd appear ...
Now as I sing
I can sense him ...
And I know he's here ...
Here in this room he calls me softly ...
somewhere inside ...
hiding...
Somehow I know he's always with me ...
he - the unseen genius ...’
And as she stands in front of mirror;” Kate preened self-consciously in front of the dark doorway to the smaller room, “The Phantom of the Opera appears and walks through the mirror which is a secret door.”
Devola jumped through the door, wearing one of Willow’s sweatshirts tied around her neck like a cape and pulled Kate through the doorway, then emerged a second later.
“Then they travel down, down, down under the opera house to a misty underground lake where the fog rises up off the water.”
“Everybody!” Lisa whispered sharply, “Raise your arms up and move them back and forth like this!”
The girls obeyed and Lisa stood behind them with her flashlight, creating a swaying, mysterious shadow dance on the wall as Devola and Kate walked slowly around the room together.
“S-so now the Phantom sings
Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation ...
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination ...
Silently the senses abandon their defenses ...
Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor ...
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender ...
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night ...”
Then the story unfolded, with murders changed to screams and disappearances; with inevitable ad-libs and comic blunders. Yet somehow the moments of magic were there; light and shadow, song and story, and the impossible imaginations of one lonely teenager and a roomful of children held sway.
Then the girls were shouting, hunting the Phantom. Devola grabbed a blanket with Tara holding the other side, sank into the chair, and disappeared. There was a gasp, the magic held for just that instant, then Devola came through the doorway she had slipped into while Tara had held the blanket; and the show was over.
Then there was a knock on the window and everyone jumped, only to see Willow waving from outside with Towanda and Debbie beside her.
They walked around and came in to find everyone blinking in the light that Lisa had just turned back on.
Towanda complained, “Willow made us stand out there for an hour!”
Willow smiled, “If you call about four minutes an hour!” She turned to Tara, “How was the ‘Phantom of the Opera’?”
Devola jumped up, “Great! There was creepiness and death and secret passages and everything!”
“Love, too,” insisted Kate, smiling at the memory of singing with Tara and feeling the music lift her.
“Yecch!” was Devola’s sensitive response.
Then Willow offered to take the girls for a last bathroom run, but Tara wanted to go with her and they held hands as their robed and slippered girls walked along with them.
“H-how was the lab tonight?”
“Great! I got a bigger group this time, there were 11 kids. So I started everyone off with e-mails and got the more advanced kids going on to sharing pictures with a digital camera.”
Tara gave Willow’s hand a squeeze, glad it had gone so well.
Willow turned to Tara, “You?”
“It was,” she hesitated, “Fun.”
“Tara?”
“It was m-magic, Willow.” Tara felt some of her old shyness return, wondering if she sounded foolish, “There was s-something there, something p-powerful.”
Willow gave her hand a squeeze.
A few minutes later toilets were flushed, hands were washed, and they were back in their cabin offering each girl a personal goodnight and tucking them in before heading to their private retreat.
“Hey!” It was Kate, using their special whisper, “Tonight, the story, it was. I don’t know how to say it.”
Lisa whispered, “Yeah. I know.”
Kate continued, “How can Tara be so beautiful? It’s like she’s magic and stuff. Then she starts stuttering and turning into someone else.” She hesitated, “It kind of makes me sad.”
Lisa answered, “I know. I used to think the same thing, but then I figured it out.”
Towanda’s curiosity got the better of her, “Tell me.”
Lisa spoke with absolute confidence, “Tara is under an enchantment.”
Debbie sat bolt upright, “Like magic?”
“Yes.”
Towanda took charge, “Blankets!”
Everyone grabbed their top blanket and piled up in the corner hidden from the door.
Bettina spoke up, “Hey! I can tell you’re talking! Someone bring a flashlight so I can see.”
Devola cut in, “This is a Black Ops mission! We can’t have a—“
Towanda over-ruled her, “Who has a flashlight?”
“Me.” Lisa held it up.
Towanda waited until everyone was there “Okay, Lisa, say it over.”
Lisa turned on her flashlight, holding it under her face so that it glowed red and danced with shadow. “Tara is under a magical enchantment.”
Mouse squeaked, “Like a wicked witch?”
“I’m not sure. But you see how she can’t talk sometimes? Then Willow puts her arm around her or holds her hand? Then she can. That’s part of the magic, love is part of the magic.”
“Yecch!” Devola started to get up, “I’m going back to bed!”
“So we have to find a way to break the spell.”
Devola sat back down.
Bettina’s flat voice was eager, “To save Tara?”
Lisa nodded. “But I’m not sure what to do yet. But I do know this.” She dropped her voice and everyone leaned forward, “Breaking an enchantment is hard, dangerous, and scary!”
Devola’s eyes lit up, “I’m in!”
Bettina’s hand shot into the air at the same time, “Me, too!”
Towanda nodded.
Mouse looked up, wide-eyed, “I’ll go,” she hesitated, “If someone holds my hand.”
Veronica put her arms around Mouse from behind and pulled her close. “Then I’ll go.”
Kate believed in magic and was scared, but her love for Tara won out and she raised her hand.
Then Connie and Debbie joined in, partly because they liked Tara and partly because they didn’t want to be left out.
It was unanimous.
Towanda turned to Lisa, “Now what?”
“I gotta think, find out how to break the enchantment.”
Everyone nodded. After tonight’s show and the eerie glow of the flashlight, magic seemed absolutely real.
Towanda broke the silence. “Lisa. Tell us when you know and we’ll do it. Okay, back to bed.”
Devola cut in, “You’re not the boss of me, Towanda!”
“Good. Stay out here and freeze your ‘moon’ off!”
Everybody cracked up and Willow called out, “Quiet down and go to bed!” from her and Tara’s bedroom.
“Ssssssh!” They stifled their giggles and scurried back to bed.
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Willow carried their chair to the door between their room and the kids’ room and jammed the back under the doorknob. She tugged the door inwards, adjusted the chair, tugged again and kept adjusting the chair until the door wouldn’t open.
Tara looked on, “L-like in an old m-movie.” She smiled, “It actually works!”
Willow turned back to her then looked down at the floor for a moment before her eyes rose to meet Tara’s questioning gaze. There was a long silence.
“Tara. About our date tonight.” She paused, gathering her courage, “I’d like to try something different.”
okay, I could'nt even type that with a str8 face. She is going to be positively awful..which in turn will be completely hilarious 
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..and that's something coming from me. By any chance, is her last name Govan? Because we clearly suffer from the same affliction (whoop-a-ass-itis).The scab eating monster was both disturbing and amusing in equal measure.
..and she must be destroyed!
Doesn't she know that "The Girl that I Marry" , just to name one, is one of the lamest songs ever written (and this from a broadway aficionado), and her idea for the performing of it sounds like it will totally suck 
But I can't wait to see what you actually do with the "talent" show because there are so many great possibilities you're throwing out there!
, but Tara was so sweet reassuring the little girl. That's typical of Tara's kind heart! 
but you’re in good company! [bSMGOVAN also had a few great ideas for Cordelia!
..that's what you get biyaaaaaaaaatch!
. I always reply the same way.."I'm a grown ass woman!" :
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again Thanks! Always a thin line to walk!! 
on your megaHOT recent collaboration! 
Glad you liked it! Devola is a devilish little girl! 
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The scene with Tara and Bettina is so sweet when the little girl teaches her the sign language sign for ‘I Love You’, then Tara teaches it to Willow too. Plus the triple finger sign they made up, they’re gonna have their own secret sign language.
