You must be lonely here with only a few men friends. She let him take off her skirt as she ritualistically removed his jeans along with his boxers. He stood outside of the car, bewildered, as she walked up to the BMW’s front bumper. ’ ‘I do not marry a man who makes me a threat like this,’ she flashed. In the twilight he had ceased to be a person one could tackle and shame; he had become something more general, a something that crawled and sneaked toward her and would not let her alone. Besides, it was under false pretences. Every other wall comprised bookcases, except where the doors appeared. He had brought the shrubs down from Syria, and, strangely enough, they had prospered.
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