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He
came
to
stand
behind
her
,
and
contact
of
their
bodies
made
her
shiver
;
from
excitement
he
thought
,
from
disgust
she
knew
.
"
Do
n't
you
know
anything
,
Meg
?
"
"
No
,
"
she
lied
.
Which
was
true
about
French
letters
,
at
any
rate
;
she
could
not
remember
ever
seeing
a
mention
of
them
.
His
hands
played
with
her
breasts
,
tickling
.
"
Look
,
when
I
come
I
make
this
--
I
do
n't
know
--
stuff
,
and
if
I
'm
up
inside
you
with
nothing
on
,
it
stays
there
.
When
it
stays
there
long
enough
or
often
enough
,
it
makes
a
baby
.
"
So
that
was
it
!
He
wore
the
thing
,
like
a
skin
on
a
sausage
!
Cheat
!
Turning
off
the
light
,
he
drew
her
down
onto
the
bed
,
and
it
was
n't
long
before
he
was
groping
for
his
antibaby
device
;
she
heard
him
making
the
same
sounds
he
had
made
in
the
Dunny
pub
bedroom
,
knowing
now
they
meant
he
was
pulling
on
the
French
letter
.
The
cheat
!
But
how
to
get
around
it
?
Trying
not
to
let
him
see
how
much
he
hurt
her
,
she
endured
him
.
Why
did
it
have
to
hurt
so
,
if
this
was
a
natural
thing
?
"
It
's
no
good
,
is
it
,
Meg
?
"
he
asked
afterward
.
"
You
must
be
awfully
small
for
it
to
keep
on
hurting
so
much
after
the
first
time
.
Well
,
I
wo
n't
do
it
again
.
You
do
n't
mind
if
I
do
it
on
your
breast
,
do
you
?
"
"
Oh
,
what
does
it
matter
?
"
she
asked
wearily
.
"
If
you
mean
you
're
not
going
to
hurt
me
,
all
right
!
"
