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grip, and all that the tool stood for in her life. She made a firm decision.
Time to make some passports.

 
    ***

 
    Gretel felt relief by the middle of the night. Hansel
did have sex with her. It took a night of dinner and dancing to get him
started, but once she felt him grinding his hard-on against her on the dance
floor, they almost didn’t get to his bedroom fast enough before he was pumping
inside of her.
    The sex was frantic, passionate. Gretel knew that any
question of his sexual orientation was folly. Until the conversation that was
to follow.
    In bed, Gretel breathed deep to catch her breath. Her
pussy was still buzzing. Hansel’s cum still dripped from inside of her onto the
sheets.
    Hansel asked, “Have you ever…been with a woman?”
    The question shocked her. Why was he asking? Sure, she
had one or two exploratory fantasies growing up, but she never experienced, and
would never allow herself to experience, lesbian sex. But that wasn’t why he
was asking.
    “No,” Gretel said. She had never been with a woman. And
she knew that the real reason he asked was because he wanted her to ask him if
he had ever been with a man. That was one conversation she was just not ready
for, yet.
    He seemed to be waiting for Gretel to say more. To ask
that question. She said nothing. Kissed him goodnight and turned over in bed.

 
    ***

 
    Hansel had trouble sleeping. When he had asked Gretel
if she had been with another woman, he was hoping she’d say yes. The idea of
seeing her with another woman was so hot. He would have loved to hear stories
about the bouts of lesbian sex she had. And she hesitated, as if she was going
to say something more. Was she keeping it a secret from him? Did she think he
would be displeased if she had been with women?
    Hansel heard a sound coming from the apartment door.
Clicks sounded as if there was something going on with the lock. Did the door
just open? Hansel quietly slipped out from the bed. Gretel was fast asleep.
Fantasies of slipping his cock in her mouth popped in his head and then just as
quickly popped out when images chimed in of her sneezing her teeth closed onto
his dick.
    The moonlight creeping through the windows made
everything in the apartment easy to see. He made his way to the living room and
looked around. Nothing.
    He turned to the kitchen. An arm grabbed him from
behind and planted a smelly cloth over his mouth. Hansel fought, but the arm
kept a strong hold over his mouth and he felt dizzy. A sleep he couldn’t ignore
took over. He submitted to the darkness.

 
    ***

 
    A sharp odor hit him to consciousness.
    Hansel squinted his eyes open, working to get
accustomed to the light.
    “Rise and shine sleepyhead,” a female voice said. “Pardon
the smelling salts, but they get the job done.”
    Where was he? The surroundings looked
familiar. An aroma of spices and sugar began to replace the stink of the
smelling salts. He recognized the factory. His candy store.
    And he was tied to a chair.
    His heart beat faster. Tugging at the thin
ropes only proved how taught they were. “What the hell?”
    Some redheaded woman in a black spandex catsuit
with a zipper in the front stood before him. The catsuit accentuated her full
breasts, narrow waist, firm ass, and a line between the front of her thighs so
tight he could see the cleft of her pussy. Actually, this could prove to be
interesting. Was this a game Gretel devised? Where was Gretel? He turned his
head and saw Gretel wide-eyed sitting beside him. She was tied up in her own
chair, squirming inside her white blouse and red skirt against the binds.
    The woman in the catsuit pointed a finger at Gretel
when addressing her. “Remember what I said about talking to your man.” She
pounced upon the counter where Hansel prepared the store’s confections, and she
stepped along the marble top past the small plastic buckets of chocolate chips,
caramel chips, peanut butter cups, to the maraschino cherries.
    Gretel