She untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. Both arm-chairs had been moved a little so as to face each other on either side of the fender, and in the circular glow of the green-shaded lamp there lay, conspicuously waiting, a thick bundle of blue and white papers tied with pink tape. He was ruffled, and his ears were red, no doubt from some adjacent controversy. In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of perfect teeth. He was sickeningly aroused by their hands as he slipped in and out of consciousness. Nor, indeed, did she want to refuse.
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