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"
I
think
you
're
a
prize
bastard
!
"
she
said
through
her
teeth
,
and
marched
across
the
rug
on
her
knees
until
she
was
close
enough
to
give
him
the
full
benefit
of
her
anger
.
"
Say
you
love
me
again
,
you
big
Kraut
prawn
,
and
watch
me
spit
in
your
eye
!
"
He
was
angry
,
too
.
"
No
,
I
'm
not
going
to
say
it
again
!
That
is
n't
why
you
asked
me
to
come
,
is
it
?
My
feelings
do
n't
concern
you
one
bit
,
Justine
.
You
asked
me
to
come
so
you
could
experiment
with
your
own
feelings
,
and
it
did
n't
enter
your
mind
to
consider
whether
that
was
being
fair
to
me
.
"
Before
she
could
move
away
he
leaned
forward
,
gripped
her
arms
near
the
shoulders
and
clamped
her
body
between
his
legs
,
holding
her
firmly
.
Her
rage
vanished
at
once
;
she
flattened
her
palms
on
his
thighs
and
lifted
her
face
.
But
he
did
n't
kiss
her
.
He
let
go
of
her
arms
and
twisted
to
switch
off
the
lamp
behind
him
,
then
relaxed
his
hold
on
her
and
laid
his
head
back
against
the
chair
,
so
that
she
was
n't
sure
if
he
had
dimmed
the
room
down
to
glowing
coals
as
the
first
move
in
his
love-making
,
or
simply
to
conceal
his
expression
.
Uncertain
,
afraid
of
outright
rejection
,
she
waited
to
be
told
what
to
do
.
She
should
have
realized
earlier
that
one
did
n't
tamper
with
people
like
Rain
.
They
were
as
invincible
as
death
.
Why
could
n't
she
put
her
head
on
his
lap
and
say
:
Rain
,
love
me
,
I
need
you
so
much
and
I
'm
so
sorry
?
Oh
,
surely
if
she
could
get
him
to
make
love
to
her
some
emotional
key
would
turn
and
it
would
all
come
tumbling
out
,
released
...
Still
withdrawn
,
remote
,
he
let
her
take
off
his
jacket
and
tie
,
but
by
the
time
she
began
to
unbutton
his
shirt
she
knew
it
was
n't
going
to
work
.
The
kind
of
instinctive
erotic
skills
which
could
make
the
most
mundane
operation
exciting
were
not
in
her
repertoire
.
This
was
so
important
,
and
she
was
making
an
absolute
mess
of
it
.
Her
fingers
faltered
,
her
mouth
puckered
.
She
burst
into
tears
.
"
Oh
,
no
!
Herzchen
,
liebchen
,
do
n't
cry
!
"
He
pulled
her
onto
his
lap
and
turned
her
head
into
his
shoulder
,
his
arms
around
her
.
"
I
'm
sorry
,
Herzchen
,
I
did
n't
mean
to
make
you
cry
.
"
"
Now
you
know
,
"
she
said
between
sobs
.
"
I
'm
a
miserable
failure
;
I
told
you
it
would
n't
work
!
Rain
,
I
wanted
so
badly
to
keep
you
,
but
I
knew
it
would
n't
work
if
I
let
you
see
how
awful
I
am
!
"
"
No
,
of
course
it
would
n't
work
.
How
could
it
?
I
was
n't
helping
you
,
Herzchen
.
"
He
tugged
at
her
hair
to
bring
her
face
up
to
his
,
kissed
her
eyelids
,
her
wet
cheeks
,
the
corners
of
her
mouth
.
"
It
's
my
fault
,
Herzchen
,
not
yours
.
I
was
paying
you
back
;
I
wanted
to
see
how
far
you
could
go
without
encouragement
.
But
I
think
I
have
mistaken
your
motives
,
nicht
wahr
?
"
His
voice
had
grown
thicker
,
more
German
.
"
And
I
say
,
if
this
is
what
you
want
you
shall
have
it
,
but
it
shall
be
together
.
"
"
Please
,
Rain
,
let
's
call
it
off
!
I
have
n't
got
what
it
takes
.
I
'll
only
disappoint
you
!
"
