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"I'm sure you will," he smiles, settling in close to her. He slides cold fingers up her thigh, under the hem of her skirt, and draws icy lines on her leg above her hosiery.
He loves howfeminine she is. Always in dresses. Always with hair and make up. He feels truly privileged to see her at night with her hair bound up in the kerchief and her make up all removed. She's a mystery to him with her regimens of skin care. Creams and lotions and potions of colour that make her eyes pop and her lips sparkle. She's a marvel. Beauty personified.
At her flat he leads the way in and checks the locks- more of them now than before the letters and pictures started coming- and he pets Princess. John puts the food in the refrigerator while Effie feeds her meowing darling and then he smooths his beard and takes hold of her from behind. He presses a whiskery kiss to the back of her neck, cold fingers holding her arms.
"I love how calm you are at home," he says. "You're so jumpy out and about. It's him, isn't it? You need to come round, Effie, and let me call the police."
"I'm sure you will," he smiles, settling in close to her. He slides cold fingers up her thigh, under the hem of her skirt, and draws icy lines on her leg above her hosiery.
He loves howfeminine she is. Always in dresses. Always with hair and make up. He feels truly privileged to see her at night with her hair bound up in the kerchief and her make up all removed. She's a mystery to him with her regimens of skin care. Creams and lotions and potions of colour that make her eyes pop and her lips sparkle. She's a marvel. Beauty personified.
At her flat he leads the way in and checks the locks- more of them now than before the letters and pictures started coming- and he pets Princess. John puts the food in the refrigerator while Effie feeds her meowing darling and then he smooths his beard and takes hold of her from behind. He presses a whiskery kiss to the back of her neck, cold fingers holding her arms.
"I love how calm you are at home," he says. "You're so jumpy out and about. It's him, isn't it? You need to come round, Effie, and let me call the police."