“—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. He seated himself before it. He suckled at her shoulder blade as he slid her panties down. It would be protective; it would with age turn to silver unnoticeably. He paid the cab, and turned to follow her. “Those things are not for me just at present.
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