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"
Facetiousness
does
n't
set
the
right
mood
,
darling
,
so
stop
it
this
instant
.
"
He
sucked
in
his
belly
,
turned
,
strutted
to
the
bed
and
climbed
onto
it
,
began
dropping
expert
little
kisses
down
the
side
of
her
face
,
her
neck
,
over
her
left
breast
.
"
Mmmmmm
,
you
're
nice
.
"
His
arms
went
around
her
.
"
There
!
Is
n't
this
nice
?
"
"
I
suppose
so
.
Yes
,
it
is
quite
nice
.
"
Silence
fell
,
broken
only
by
the
sound
of
kisses
,
occasional
murmurs
.
There
was
a
huge
old
dressing
table
at
the
far
end
of
the
bed
,
its
mirror
still
tilted
to
reflect
love
's
arena
by
some
erotically
minded
previous
tenant
.
"
Put
out
the
light
,
Arthur
.
"
"
Darling
,
no
!
Lesson
number
one
.
There
's
no
aspect
of
love
which
wo
n't
bear
the
light
.
"
Having
done
the
preparatory
work
with
his
fingers
and
deposited
the
jelly
where
it
was
supposed
to
be
,
Arthur
managed
to
get
himself
between
Justine
's
legs
.
A
bit
sore
but
quite
comfortable
,
if
not
lifted
into
ecstasy
at
least
feeling
rather
motherly
,
Justine
looked
over
Arthur
's
shoulder
and
straight
down
the
bed
into
the
mirror
.
Foreshortened
,
their
legs
looked
weird
with
his
darkly
matted
ones
sandwiched
between
her
smooth
defreckled
ones
;
however
,
the
bulk
of
the
image
in
the
mirror
consisted
of
Arthur
's
buttocks
,
and
as
he
maneuvered
they
spread
and
contracted
,
hopped
up
and
down
,
with
two
quiffs
of
yellow
hair
like
Dagwood
's
just
poking
above
the
twin
globes
and
waving
at
her
cheerfully
.
Justine
looked
;
looked
again
.
She
stuffed
her
fist
against
her
mouth
wildly
,
gurgling
and
moaning
.
"
There
,
there
,
my
darling
,
it
's
all
right
!
I
've
broken
you
already
,
so
it
ca
n't
hurt
too
much
,
"
he
whispered
.
Her
chest
began
to
heave
;
he
wrapped
his
arms
closer
about
her
and
murmured
inarticulate
endearments
.
