The room was dark and dusty. Hardened as he may be, that would touch him. “Touch a hair on his head and you will insure that I will never make love to you again. But this revulsion was engulfed by the succeeding waves of pity and understanding. Had she said the words aloud? He pulled her close and she nuzzled her head on his chest. He jumped back, cursing.
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