Her roving eagerness was at all times shaded with shyness, reserve, repression. "Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancing round the room in search of a closet. It was the blouse that gave Lucy away. Sensing his discomfort, she stood up and brushed lint off of the hem of her gray miniskirt. By this time, he had apparently accomplished all he desired; for moving the bottle out of Jack's reach, he appropriated it entirely to his own use, leaving the devoted lad to the care of the females.
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