And I felt, heard, knew, that underneath the lust was sorrow, and an almost certain knowledge that he might never get to do this again, once my head cleared. Simple my ass. Let me catch my breath, or I won't last. If you didn't want an honest answer, you should have warned me.
You know, if you don't want people thinking you're a stripper, you should dress better, miss. I've told you all this before. Ma petite, do not leave us. Us, who? I asked.
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