She writhed in ecstasy as she wrapped her legs around his waist, then raised her knees to his shoulders. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. “Thank God,” he exclaimed. Russell trouble, a good lot of trouble. "How long shall I be here?" he asked. “Well,” she said, “good-night, father.
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