She dropped beside the chair, sat cross-legged, and laughed at the futile jade-coloured wall. “Not like it’s your fault if you wake up one day and decide you hanker for a nice piece of ass, a ten-minute tumble. “You delicate female!” “Who cares,” said Ann Veronica, “seeing it’s you? Warm, soft little wonders! Of course I want them. “You won’t give me away, Anna. Even the love of a mother does not sway him. ” She stopped with an air of interrogation. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six.
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