She wondered if he was already tired of her, if he would rudely push her away as one would a prostitute. He allowed his irons and clothes to be taken off without resistance. I barely prevailed sometimes, but in the end, my wits were faster than their steel. Women never throw themselves into each other's arms; they calculate the distance and the damage perfectly. ‘What would you? The nuns they would not believe me, and so it was not possible for me to stay. “This is a very foolish sort of entertainment.
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