After debating with himself for some time whether he should employ an assistant, or make the attempt alone, his love of gain overcame his fears, and he decided upon the latter plan. He stared at the woman depicted thereon for a long moment, awe in his head. Lucy felt the hairs on her neck rise. “So it’s like you’re a dead end?” He asked innocently. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. Her hair was washed for her also.
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