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Sadly I've been caught. It was only once and by my father. I don't recall how old I was. It was during my teeny bopper years. During that time I had a dog. She use to sleep with me every night. When Dad felt it was his time to go to bed (was usually fairly late. Something like 3 in the morning.) and if my dog was still down stairs he felt the need to bring her into my room. This night in particular I wasn't tired and amusing my self he walked in on me. The horrible thing about it was that I was so into what I was doing I didn't notice right away. He was so mortified and shocked he was frozen in the doorway. That is until I noticed and tried to fake like nothing had happened. He just doped my dog on the floor and ran down stairs to his bedroom. He wouldn't look at me for days.
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"Art is what you can get away with."
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