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Someone, it appeared, was trying to profit from that fact. She climbed on top of him and straddled him, reinserting his penis inside her. Any financial return was inconsiderable against the promise of this psychological treat. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip. No window. The face that looked down upon Ann Veronica was full of amiable intention. He told her something about music, the great world outside. She said that she dated him to be closer to me. He sent a speculative glance at the immobile yellow face. Don’t ask me how. He'd never forgive you.
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