’ ‘Why should I?’ ‘Because I can’t live without you!’ ‘That is your own affair, and—’ Melusine broke off, staring at him, shocked realisation kicking in her gut. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. Ruth's mind was fertile soil; for a long time to come it would be something of a hothouse: green things would spring up and blossom overnight. ‘Now then, girl. \"Actually, John, I really must get going. She removed the belt and drew down his zipper. " "Run along, then.
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