It came into her head with real emotional force that this must be some particularly fantastic sort of dream. “The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. 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. It is magnificent indeed. ‘Whither away, mademoiselle?’ he said grimly, ungently grasping her arm above the elbow. There would be no way of keeping her police questioning a secret from the entire neighborhood. The entrance was barred against them; and they had the additional mortification of hearing Sheppard's loud laughter at their discomfiture.
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