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doc#148 | a man twice her age, and |
doc#148 | was standing with her back to the |
doc#148 | glass door. Her form was silhouetted |
doc#148 | the outlines of her body, a |
doc#148 | I felt that her eyes were undressing |
doc#148 | enough to be her father; some |
doc#148 | flush that suffused her neck and moved |
doc#148 | moved upwards to her cheeks, and |
doc#148 | , echoed to her hard heels as |
doc#148 | . She placed her palms, fingers |
doc#148 | humid look in her eyes that told |
doc#148 | up, and her two arms encircled |
doc#148 | like crush. Her mouth, which |
doc#148 | so well did her clothes fit him |