Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. It did seem germane to the matter that so many of the people “in the van” were plain people, or faded people, or tired-looking people. His eyes were bright with the hunt. He devoured her with his eyes too, his shyness not able to disguise his furtive glances at the curvy outline of her breast against the imitation silk, his memory still exquisitely tortured by her movements in the miniskirt.
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