“Sebastianus? Where did my husband go?” He smiled at her gently, patronizingly, as he prevented her from movement or escape. Don't you remember? There were four of us, and we went touring in the city. He took her there on the cold, dirty floor, his nails digging into her back, his teeth sinking into her breasts. “Let me help you,” he begged. He leaned forward, and looked into the eyes of the woman he loved, and it seemed to him that she sang back to him with a sudden note of something like passion breaking here and there through the gay mocking words which flowed with such effortless and seductive music from her lips. And it's a maxim of universal application: or, at least, of universal practice.
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