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She
opened
the
door
and
looked
at
the
straight
heavy
rain
,
like
a
steel
curtain
,
and
had
a
sudden
desire
to
rush
out
into
it
,
to
rush
away
.
She
got
up
,
and
began
swiftly
pulling
off
her
stockings
,
then
her
dress
and
underclothing
,
and
he
held
his
breath
.
Her
pointed
keen
animal
breasts
tipped
and
stirred
as
she
moved
.
She
was
ivory
-
coloured
in
the
greenish
light
.
She
slipped
on
her
rubber
shoes
again
and
ran
out
with
a
wild
little
laugh
,
holding
up
her
breasts
to
the
heavy
rain
and
spreading
her
arms
,
and
running
blurred
in
the
rain
with
the
eurhythmic
dance
movements
she
had
learned
so
long
ago
in
Dresden
.
It
was
a
strange
pallid
figure
lifting
and
falling
,
bending
so
the
rain
beat
and
glistened
on
the
full
haunches
,
swaying
up
again
and
coming
belly
-
forward
through
the
rain
,
then
stooping
again
so
that
only
the
full
loins
and
buttocks
were
offered
in
a
kind
of
homage
towards
him
,
repeating
a
wild
obeisance
.
He
laughed
wryly
,
and
threw
off
his
clothes
.
It
was
too
much
.
He
jumped
out
,
naked
and
white
,
with
a
little
shiver
,
into
the
hard
slanting
rain
.
Flossie
sprang
before
him
with
a
frantic
little
bark
.
Connie
,
her
hair
all
wet
and
sticking
to
her
head
,
turned
her
hot
face
and
saw
him
.
Her
blue
eyes
blazed
with
excitement
as
she
turned
and
ran
fast
,
with
a
strange
charging
movement
,
out
of
the
clearing
and
down
the
path
,
the
wet
boughs
whipping
her
.
She
ran
,
and
he
saw
nothing
but
the
round
wet
head
,
the
wet
back
leaning
forward
in
flight
,
the
rounded
buttocks
twinkling
:
a
wonderful
cowering
female
nakedness
in
flight
.
She
was
nearly
at
the
wide
riding
when
he
came
up
and
flung
his
naked
arm
round
her
soft
,
naked
-
wet
middle
.
She
gave
a
shriek
and
straightened
herself
and
the
heap
of
her
soft
,
chill
flesh
came
up
against
his
body
.
He
pressed
it
all
up
against
him
,
madly
,
the
heap
of
soft
,
chilled
female
flesh
that
became
quickly
warm
as
flame
,
in
contact
.
The
rain
streamed
on
them
till
they
smoked
.
He
gathered
her
lovely
,
heavy
posteriors
one
in
each
hand
and
pressed
them
in
towards
him
in
a
frenzy
,
quivering
motionless
in
the
rain
.
Then
suddenly
he
tipped
her
up
and
fell
with
her
on
the
path
,
in
the
roaring
silence
of
the
rain
,
and
short
and
sharp
,
he
took
her
,
short
and
sharp
and
finished
,
like
an
animal
.
He
got
up
in
an
instant
,
wiping
the
rain
from
his
eyes
.
’
Come
in
,
’
he
said
,
and
they
started
running
back
to
the
hut
.
He
ran
straight
and
swift
:
he
didn
’
t
like
the
rain
.
But
she
came
slower
,
gathering
forget
-
me
-
nots
and
campion
and
bluebells
,
running
a
few
steps
and
watching
him
fleeing
away
from
her
.
When
she
came
with
her
flowers
,
panting
to
the
hut
,
he
had
already
started
a
fire
,
and
the
twigs
were
crackling
.
Her
sharp
breasts
rose
and
fell
,
her
hair
was
plastered
down
with
rain
,
her
face
was
flushed
ruddy
and
her
body
glistened
and
trickled
.
Wide
-
eyed
and
breathless
,
with
a
small
wet
head
and
full
,
trickling
,
naive
haunches
,
she
looked
another
creature
.
He
took
the
old
sheet
and
rubbed
her
down
,
she
standing
like
a
child
.
Then
he
rubbed
himself
having
shut
the
door
of
the
hut
.
The
fire
was
blazing
up
.
She
ducked
her
head
in
the
other
end
of
the
sheet
,
and
rubbed
her
wet
hair
.
’
We
’
re
drying
ourselves
together
on
the
same
towel
,
we
shall
quarrel
!
’
he
said
.
