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During the introductory phase, I suppose he could have been trying to justify why my sister was with him, and the way to go about for him had been to (in a painfully arrogant way) act as if being very wealthy somehow made him into an important person, worthy of respect and therefore, by extension, also a suitable partner. As he had become more laid-back as time passed, I gradually also found him much more tolerable, verging on pleasant. Furthermore, I found that his complete lack of shits given about being politically correct was seriously refreshing. That he fucked my sister with passion when opportunity presented itself, I could scarcely blame him for – she had a body made for it. Also, the level of volume during those activities had become something advantageous for me. 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I didn’t want to forget about doing so later. Upon any unlikely, but conceivable, attempts to enter by Sandra or Eric, I had already planned out that I would jokingly suggest that me and Jonas had agreed it best to lock the door in order to keep the monsters away, which might come hunting from beneath the surface of the ocean at night. Time passed while I had my book out in front of me, and I more so listened and watched the clock tick away than read anything. Half an hour went by. Then, as forty-five minutes had passed, Hardcore Jonas’ movie, as I figured it had been since I hadn’t disturbed him and asked what he had been viewing, ended. It was now passed midnight. Still no indication of the others fooling around. Closing my book and moving as if to switch off the lamp on the amateur window sill above us, I asked (as if it was something I had just came up with): “Hey, how about a massage again?”. 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