After what seemed like an eternity he turned right onto a dirt road that ended unceremoniously at a copse of leafless trees. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. “There wasn’t. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. . . . Dare you?” “Do you mean NOW?” “At the end of the session.
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