’ ‘Are you off your head? Think I don’t know you’re up to some mischief or other?’ Melusine feigned innocence. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. She could see over a waist high stone wall into the miniature courtyard, complete with benches only a small child could sit upon, one which had been broken in half, its two pieces left unjoined on the sandy ground. He might not condone it, but the feelings that had prompted it augured well for Melusine’s safety. He groped her buttocks. The sounds of the seashore infiltrated her dreams as she floated in heavenly bliss of sleep. And the way he and the other men looked at her! The desire was plain on their faces, so many noblemen reduced to their simplest elements! They looked at her sideways, they looked at her backside, scanning her blue eyes and even looking right into her face. ’ ‘You wouldn’t,’ agreed Mrs Sindlesham. She fell into a pleasant dream of positions and work.
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