She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. It just made me mad to the boiling point. “I want to ask you a question,” she said abruptly. She had black hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled her features had loved and lingered at their work and made them subtle and fine. The tension was palpable.
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