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A
woman
’
s
voice
behind
the
dingy
curtain
.
Listen
:
the
man
.
No
:
she
wouldn
’
t
like
that
much
.
Got
her
it
once
.
He
read
the
other
title
:
Sweets
of
Sin
.
More
in
her
line
.
Let
us
see
.
He
read
where
his
finger
opened
.
—
All
the
dollarbills
her
husband
gave
her
were
spent
in
the
stores
on
wondrous
gowns
and
costliest
frillies
.
For
him
!
For
Raoul
!
Yes
.
This
.
Here
.
Try
.
—
Her
mouth
glued
on
his
in
a
luscious
voluptuous
kiss
while
his
hands
felt
for
the
opulent
curves
inside
her
déshabillé
.
Yes
.
Take
this
.
The
end
.
—
You
are
late
,
he
spoke
hoarsely
,
eying
her
with
a
suspicious
glare
.
