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Luke
had
found
the
sensitive
spot
on
her
side
,
and
kept
his
fingers
on
it
to
make
her
writhe
;
so
far
she
was
n't
exactly
enthusiastic
.
Breaking
the
kiss
,
he
put
his
mouth
hard
against
the
side
of
her
neck
.
She
seemed
to
like
that
better
,
her
hands
came
up
around
him
and
she
gasped
,
but
when
he
slid
his
lips
down
her
throat
at
the
same
time
as
his
hand
attempted
to
push
her
dress
off
her
shoulder
,
she
gave
him
a
sharp
shove
and
stepped
quickly
away
.
"
That
's
enough
,
Luke
!
"
The
episode
had
disappointed
her
,
half-repelled
her
.
Luke
was
very
aware
of
it
as
he
helped
her
into
the
car
and
rolled
a
much-needed
cigarette
.
He
rather
fancied
himself
as
a
lover
,
none
of
the
girls
so
far
had
ever
complained
--
but
then
they
had
n't
been
ladies
like
Meggie
.
Even
Dot
MacPherson
,
the
Bingelly
heiress
,
richer
by
far
than
Meggie
,
was
as
rough
as
bags
,
no
posh
Sydney
boarding
school
and
all
that
crap
.
In
spite
of
his
looks
Luke
was
about
on
a
par
with
the
average
rural
workingman
when
it
came
to
sexual
experience
;
he
knew
little
of
the
mechanics
beyond
what
he
liked
himself
,
and
he
knew
nothing
of
the
theory
.
The
numerous
girls
he
had
made
love
to
were
nothing
loath
to
assure
him
they
liked
it
,
but
that
meant
he
had
to
rely
on
a
certain
amount
of
personal
information
,
not
always
honest
,
either
.
A
girl
went
into
any
affair
hoping
for
marriage
when
the
man
was
as
attractive
and
hardworking
as
Luke
,
so
a
girl
was
as
likely
as
not
to
lie
her
head
off
to
please
him
.
And
nothing
pleased
a
man
more
than
being
told
he
was
the
best
ever
.
Luke
never
dreamed
how
many
men
aside
from
himself
had
been
fooled
with
that
one
.
Still
thinking
about
old
Dot
,
who
had
given
in
and
done
as
her
father
wanted
after
he
locked
her
in
the
shearers
'
barracks
for
a
week
with
a
fly-blown
carcass
,
Luke
mentally
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
Meggie
was
going
to
be
a
tough
nut
to
crack
and
he
could
n't
afford
to
frighten
or
disgust
her
.
Fun
and
games
would
have
to
wait
,
that
was
all
.
He
'd
woo
her
the
way
she
obviously
wanted
,
flowers
and
attention
and
not
too
much
slap-and-tickle
.
For
a
while
an
uncomfortable
silence
reigned
,
then
Meggie
sighed
and
slumped
back
in
her
seat
.
"
I
'm
sorry
,
Luke
.
"
"
I
'm
sorry
,
too
.
I
did
n't
mean
to
offend
you
.
"
"
Oh
,
no
,
you
did
n't
offend
me
,
truly
!
I
suppose
I
'm
not
very
used
to
it
...
I
was
frightened
,
not
offended
.
"
"
Oh
,
Meghann
!
"
He
took
one
hand
off
the
wheel
and
put
it
over
her
clasped
ones
.
"
Look
,
do
n't
worry
about
it
.
