. “I’m not gentle. When it came time to eat once again, she hid out on the beach, a remote fastness beyond the city walls, a swampy morass that everyone avoided. She suspected that he would take a mistress just as soon as they returned to Florence. ” “She does it magnificently,” he declared. She imagined herself on a barren 41 plain, post-Apocalypse, convulsing, waiting to die with the cockroach. The strong fingers of one hand secured both her wrists there, and Melusine found herself chest to chest with him as he threw off his hat, and began to pat at her petticoat, searching for tell-tale protrusions. They seed beyond all reason. Like a nightmare memory that returned again and again to haunt her.
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