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"
Well
,
what
do
I
do
now
?
"
she
asked
,
pulling
the
curtains
back
.
"
It
's
a
beautiful
view
,
is
n't
it
?
"
"
Yes
.
As
to
what
you
do
now
,
you
take
your
pants
off
,
of
course
.
"
"
Anything
else
?
"
she
asked
mischievously
.
He
sighed
.
"
Take
it
all
off
,
Justine
!
If
you
do
n't
feel
skin
with
skin
it
is
n't
nearly
so
good
.
"
Neatly
and
briskly
she
got
out
of
her
clothes
,
not
a
scrap
coyly
,
clambered
up
on
the
bed
and
spread
her
legs
apart
.
"
Is
this
right
,
Arthur
?
"
"
Good
Lord
!
"
he
said
,
folding
his
trousers
carefully
;
his
wife
always
looked
to
see
if
they
were
crushed
.
"
What
?
What
's
the
matter
?
"
"
You
really
are
a
redhead
,
are
n't
you
?
"
"
What
did
you
expect
,
purple
feathers
?
"
