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"
Richer
than
rich
,
"
he
tells
her
,
edging
along
the
leather
seat
towards
her
.
He
moves
awkwardly
.
She
smiles
at
him
.
"
Mm
.
Makes
me
hot
,
honey
,
"
she
tells
him
.
"
You
must
be
one
of
them
dot
-
coms
I
read
about
?
"
He
preens
then
,
puffs
like
a
bullfrog
.
"
Yeah
.
Among
other
things
.
I
’
m
a
technical
boy
.
"
The
car
moves
off
.
"
So
,
"
he
says
.
"
Tell
me
,
Bilquis
,
how
much
just
to
suck
my
cock
?
"
"
What
you
call
me
?
"
"
Bilquis
,
"
he
says
,
again
.
And
then
he
sings
,
in
a
voice
not
made
for
singing
,
"
You
are
an
immaterial
girl
living
in
a
material
world
.
"
There
is
something
rehearsed
about
his
words
,
as
if
he
’
s
practiced
this
exchange
in
front
of
a
mirror
.
She
stops
smiling
,
and
her
face
changes
,
becomes
wiser
,
sharper
,
harder
.
"
What
do
you
want
?
"
"
I
told
you
.
Sweet
loving
.
"
"
I
’
ll
give
you
whatever
you
want
,
"
she
says
.
She
needs
to
get
out
of
the
limo
.
It
’
s
moving
too
fast
for
her
to
throw
herself
from
the
car
,
she
figures
,
but
she
’
ll
do
it
if
she
can
’
t
talk
her
way
out
of
this
.
Whatever
’
s
happening
here
,
she
doesn
’
t
like
it
.
