’ The eyes flashed momentarily. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. She reeled in excitement, she unzipped his pants while kissing him, trying not to let herself stop touching him as she unclothed him. “Let us put the lamp out,” she said; “the flames are ever so much better for talking,” and Ann Veronica agreed. F.
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