“Turn to the wall…”

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Midnight. The Lovers’ Hotel.

She strips, her eyes only on him. He lays back on the bed. Black trousers, belt unbuckled. White shirt unbuttoned, bow tie loose at his neck.

She moves toward him.

“Not yet,” he said, his white teeth flashing in the darkness. “Turn to the wall. Let me look at you.”

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