She held it in her hands for a moment as if reluctant to let it go, then draped it over a nearby chair. “Now let’s take it a little farther: ‘I’m not ashamed of my body.'”
“I’m…not ashamed of my body. XXNX She took a sudden, sobbing breath…and nodded again, her eyes staring at me. “…with my come all over your face. After a moment I heard her say, in what sounded almost like a moan, “Yes.”
“I think you mean, ‘Yes, Mr. I sat back down on the bed and looked at her for a while in silence. When she returned to her starting point I told her, “Turn around.” When she had done so, I reached down and lifted her skirt, pulling it up over her hips. “Oh. …Mr. She reacted with indignation that was only partly feigned.




















