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"
Reminds
me
of
a
poem
I
heard
once
:
Would
you
like
to
sin
With
Elinor
Glyn
On
a
tiger
skin
?
Or
would
you
prefer
To
err
with
her
On
some
other
fur
?
"
Well
,
Herzchen
,
I
must
say
it
's
high
time
you
bounced
back
!
Between
the
demands
of
Eros
and
Morpheus
,
you
have
n't
been
flippant
in
half
a
day
.
"
He
smiled
.
"
I
do
n't
feel
the
need
at
the
moment
,
"
she
said
with
an
answering
smile
,
settling
his
hand
comfortably
between
her
legs
.
"
The
tiger
skin
doggerel
just
popped
out
because
it
was
too
good
to
resist
,
but
I
have
n't
got
a
single
skeleton
left
to
hide
from
you
,
so
there
's
not
much
point
in
flippancy
,
is
there
?
"
She
sniffed
,
suddenly
aware
of
a
faint
odor
of
stale
fish
drifting
on
the
air
.
"
Heavens
,
you
did
n't
get
any
dinner
and
now
it
's
time
for
breakfast
!
I
ca
n't
expect
you
to
live
on
love
!
"
"
Not
if
you
expect
such
strenuous
demonstrations
of
it
,
anyway
.
"
