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"I'm an artist," Simone insisted as I knelt at her feet and lapped at her plump, swollen labia. "When I first met your friend, she was just a wet lump of clay. "And now I'm molding her into something beautiful." Simone was referring to Stacey Dooley, one of my friends from high school. Stacey was a bright, studious, quiet girl, so wholesome she could be in a Norman Rockwell painting.