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Chapter 17
Foreshortened,theirlegslookedweirdwithhisdarklymattedonessandwichedbetweenhersmoothdefreckledones;however,thebulkoftheimageinthemirrorconsistedofArthur’sbuttocks,andashemaneuveredtheyspreadandcontracted,hoppedupanddown,withtwoquiffsofyellowhairlikeDagwood’sjustpokingabovethetwinglobesandwavingathercheerfully.
Justinelooked;lookedagain.Shestuffedherfistagainsthermouthwildly,gurglingandmoaning.
"There,there,mydarling,it’sallright!I’vebrokenyoualready,soitcan’thurttoomuch,"hewhispered.
Herchestbegantoheave;hewrappedhisarmscloseraboutherandmurmuredinarticulateendearments.
Suddenlyherheadwentback,hermouthopenedinalong,agonizedwail,andbecamepealafterpealofuproariouslaughter.Andthemorelimplyfurioushegot,thehardershelaughed,pointingherfingerhelplesslytowardthefootofthebed,tearsstreamingdownherface.Herwholebodywasconvulsed,butnotquiteinthemannerpoorArthurhadenvisioned.
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InmanywaysJustinewasalotclosertoDanethantheirmotherwas,andwhattheyfeltforMumbelongedtoMum.Itdidn’timpingeuponorclashwithwhattheyfeltforeachother.Thathadbeenforgedveryearly,andhadgrownratherthandiminished.BythetimeMumwasfreedfromherDroghedabondagetheywereoldenoughtobeatMrs.Smith’skitchentable,doingtheircorrespondencelessons;thehabitoffindingsolaceineachotherhadbeenestablishedforalltime.
