” He uttered thoughtfully. “Sheila and Mark McCloskey?” Michelle asked. I'll not forget your two mistresses, Jack. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. We had not then recovered from the shock. “Where have you been, young lady? I know your kind, I know you sneak out every night! How long do you think it could go on? You little murdering slut! Whore! I found you out, found your blouse! Evidence! How many of your johns have you killed why you have lived at my house? Huh? They’re going to put you away for a long time, honey. "You may," replied Jack: "I'll fight for you to the last gasp.
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