” Again on his way homeward from Cavendish Square he abandoned the direct route to pass by the door of Anna’s flat. “Yes,” he said, “I want to get away. And he had good reason before long to congratulate himself on his forbearance. ” She whispered as she pulled his 279 erection free of the elastic. Taking up a couple of large stones which lay near, Jack tried to beat the round basils of the fetters into an oval form, so as to enable him to slip his heels through them. I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing plans for me, formulating his revenge. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. Annabel had been here then.
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