You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. He barely shook the rose petals from her hair. Michelle moaned and Lucy, unable to help herself, stroked her hair. There was also the daunting task of getting dressed. ‘His wife? Pah!’ ‘You’re saying she is not his wife?’ ‘I am saying nothing.
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