His name is John. Everything had stayed the same during the centuries. Instinctively she knew—some human recollection she had inherited—that she must not disturb him in this man-agony. “I would marry your sister anyhow, under any circumstances,” he answered. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. “It is true. She moaned as his hands explored her body, fingers crushing against her panties under her skirt. “I’ve plenty of pals,” he said, “who, when they’ve been doing Paris on the Q.
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