He could see lust virtually dripping from the dark-haired boy’s maw as she teased every last note from her shuddering violin, the devil in a black skirt. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. "Leave me, Sir; I insist. We smirk, and we’re a bit—furtive.
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