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           LukeO’Neill!Howstrange!Whydidshesayyes?BecausehetoldmeImust,hesaidIwastodoit.Butwhy?Toremovehimfromdanger?Toprotecthimself,orme?RalphdeBricassart,sometimesIthinkIhateyou…

           Theincidentinthecarhadbeenstartlinganddisturbing.Notabitlikethatfirsttime.Somanybeautiful,terrifyingsensations.Oh,thetouchofhishands!Thatelectrifyingtuggingatherbreastsendingvastwideningringsclearthroughher!Andhediditrightatthemomentherconsciencehadreareditshead,toldthemindlessthingsheseemedtohavebecomethathewastakingoffherclothes,thatshemustscream,slaphim,runaway.Nolongerlulledandhalfsenselessfromchampagne,fromwarmth,fromthediscoverythatitwasdelicioustobekissedwhenitwasdoneright,hisfirstgreatgulpingtaking-inofherbreasthadtransfixedher,stilledcommonsense,conscienceandallthoughtofflight.Hershoulderscameupoffhischest,herhipsseemedtosubsideagainsthim,herthighsandthatunnamedregionattheirtoprammedbyhissqueezinghandsagainstaridgeofhisbodyhardasarock,andshehadjustwantedtostaylikethatfortherestofherdays,shakentohersoulandyawningempty,wanting…Wantingwhat?Shedidn’tknow.Inthemomentatwhichhehadputherawayfromhimshehadn’twantedtogo,couldevenhaveflownathimlikeasavage.ButithadsetthesealonherhardeningresolvetomarryLukeO’Neill.Nottomentionthatshewasconvincedhehaddonetoherthethingwhichmadebabiesstart.