A boy no older than she, Gianfrancesco’s cousin, whispered what he would like to do to her when she stole into the hallways near the women’s chambers to fix herself. Her mouth lolled open and drool seeped down one corner. “You haven’t seen him in three hundred years?” He asked. She had to have him, her body was going crazy for the want of sex. She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup. ‘Give me that!’ He took his finger away from her neck and made a grab at the handkerchief. ‘That is imbecile. I have heard of you from my husband. “Vee,” she said, “come home.
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