“Do you think you’ll ever get married, Lucy?” Lucy shifted uncomfortably as she pulled her makeshift nightgown—an old T-shirt—over her head. She gave up as he finished, spending himself in her mouth. I have brought disgrace upon you, and I haven’t been the right sort of wife at all. “I suppose, Mr. "Keep a sharp look out, Bess. But you will, you will.
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