His hands reached under her skirt. Lucy did not move, but instead stared straight forward, her eyes focused on the desk where the presiding teacher on duty was supposed to be. It was as if her aesthetic sense had become inflamed. He had chosen his time well. She knew now that he never would. “Bless you, sweetheart. You really ought not to stay here and talk to us. “Lucy, have you noticed that I don’t even own a dog?” He spoke into her hair.
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