“Is this hansom for me?” she said. When John’s parents weren’t home, they made love in his bedroom. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. There was. And always they were well satisfied. He and his friends (he had at least two per class, even in Trigonometry) would make their exits as quickly as possible. “The ones Cariolus did for me. The Roof and the Window.
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