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==== Ray watched the woman who had fallen asleep beside him on the bed, then took out a cigarette and lit it. The dress she had been wearing had long since become a rag. It was obvious what the maid tasked with discarding it would think. His own clothes were …

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==== As memories of what those thick fingers had done last night flooded back, her face suddenly flushed with heat. “……Of course it hurts a little when you touch it like that.” “Is it only hurting?” The man, who had been quietly rubbing her wrist with his thu…

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==== <To Rose. Are you still interested in composing? Duke Crawford mentioned that he would like you to learn composition. If you are interested, try writing a few pieces and send them to me. I am also enclosing notes on what the problems were in the piece…

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==== “I married you off because I was miserable that I couldn't participate in a single urban development project just because I'm a Boltonian, but now you're telling me that your illustrious Minister son-in-law is blocking me? This is absurd.” “W…

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==== The skin of her neck where his lips touched, and the wetness of her private parts where his fingers brushed, were all so soft. Enough to make him lose his mind. “Strange. You seem even wetter than before.” “Hng. Ah, no...” As he thrust a finger into her …

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