She gave up as he finished, spending himself in her mouth. “So, since when does a grown man have to sneak behind the Laundromat to smoke a cigarette?” She asked 115 him. It proved to be a human head, though with scarcely a vestige of the features remaining. She had animated dark blue-gray eyes under her fine eyebrows, and dark brown hair that rolled back simply and effectively from her broad low forehead. Perhaps the old fool was not as fanciful as they had thought. Had she not seen them go forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood, she must present some irresistible project. Lucy looked at her reflection with a measure of awe. ‘Whereas my need was very great indeed.
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