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Walking into the bedroom, she quickly shed the miniskirt and sweater, folding them without ceremony. She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup. She liked to do it for Cathy Beck, so that she could relax after waitressing all day at the Big Apple with a homemade meal. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. “Anything is better than this—this stifled life down here.
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