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The Sacred and the Profane
"WhatifIdon’tgiveittoyou?IcanchoosemycustomersnowanddemandanypriceIplease.Ifthiswereayearago,Iwouldhavedemandedthatyousleepwithmeinexchange."
"Iwishyouhad."
"Wouldyouhavedoneit?"
"Ofcourse."
"Asamatterofbusiness?Asasale?"
"Ifyouwerethebuyer.Youwouldhavelikedthat,wouldn’tyou?"
"Wouldyou?"
"Yes..."shewhispered.
Heapproachedher,hegraspedhershouldersandpressedhismouthtoherbreastthroughthethincloth.
Then,holdingher,helookedathersilentlyforalongmoment.
"Whatdidyoudowiththatbracelet?"heasked.
Theyhadneverreferredtoit;shehadtoletamomentpasstoregainthesteadinessofhervoice."Ihaveit,"sheanswered.
"Iwantyoutowearit."
"Ifanyoneguesses,itwillbeworseforyouthanforme."
"Wearit."
ShebroughtoutthebraceletofReardenMetal.Sheextendedittohimwithoutaword,lookingstraightathim,thegreen-bluechainglitteringacrossherpalm.Holdingherglance,heclaspedthebraceletonherwrist.Inthemomentwhentheclaspclickedshutunderhisfingers,shebentherheaddowntothemandkissedhishand.
Theearthwentflowingunderthehoodofthecar.