The irreverent thought that she'd give really good phone sex crossed my mind. “That would be most kind of you,” she said, adding with a touch of irony, ‘‘as you see. You're wasting your breath, Anita. His smile faltered.
I think she's got a taste of me now. You could only go with what I said out loud. It wouldn't kill me, but in that one shining moment I wasn't sure it mattered. I am here, ma petite.
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