It was she who felt guilty as he showed her their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their psychic leftovers. “Am I hurting you?” She asked. ’ ‘She once more,’ came in disgust from the girl on the bed. But although startled and clearly afraid, there was no self-consciousness in her gaze and she was standing her ground. Afraid, no doubt, he thought grimly, that her other visitor would leave. One puts gloves on one’s greedy fingers. A diversion was created by the violent struggles of the little old lady.
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