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never been with a man, and you were so patient with me, teaching me what I needed to know to please you. I love you so very much, Harry, and I know how very much you love me." |
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Harry Driver continued to hack away from the woman until he had pinned himself in the corner against the far wall. His mouth was dry and he stared back at the woman, too stunned, too caught up in his terror now to move. |
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Flora Saint Quentin peeled away the last garment and stood before him in a grotesque and mocking feminine nakedness. Only now could Driver see the full impact of the savage assault that had been inflicted upon the woman. The fatal wound had ravaged her chest and a bizarre geometric pattern of crusted blood trailed away from the orgasm of death. |
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"I want you, Harry. Oh God, how I want you." |
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Her trembling hands reached out for his, and he took them. |
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"Make love to me, Harry. Make love to me with the same gentle tenderness you always have." |
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She led him over to the bed. He sat down on the edge and she stood in front of him, beginning the slow process of her preparations. He felt her blunted fingers working over him. As she pushed him back on the bed, he |
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