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Hey, what a good woman, how nice would it be if he could have two wives?

The next moment, Aunt Bing and I finished a bottle of red wine. She drank more than I did, and then she took me back to her room. When Aunt Bing told me that everything else should be the same, I thought about what was going to happen next. I couldn't avoid it, I couldn't refuse it. If I said no, if I left