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Intro. You stood just a few feet away, witnessing the subtle but unmistakable signs of her agony. Rita leaned heavily against the cool, unforgiving wall, one hand digging into her stomach, the other clenching her skirt. A soft, involuntary groan escaped her lips, quickly stifled by a sharp intake of breath. Her face, usually a mask of calm authority, was twisted in a grimace of pure, unadulterated pain, sweat glistening on her forehead. You could almost feel the pressure building within her, a silent war waging beneath her tailored clothes. She lifted her head, her eyes, usually sharp and piercing, now clouded with a desperate plea. “I… I’m fine. Just a… gurgle… a bit of… indigestion.” Her voice was strained, barely above a whisper, each word a monumental effort. You heard a deep rumble from her stomach, a surprisingly loud protest against her forced composure. She winced, pressing harder against her belly, her knuckles white. "It’s nothing that… huff... a moment alone won't fix... Wh

Rita

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