Spurlock slept on. His pale and boyish waist was nearly as slim as her own. Suddenly the Wastrel took hold of the edge and flung the table aside. It did not matter that he wore the cloth; something was wrong with him. Leonardo was to me perhaps like a father, not a lover as you think. He looked about for his hat, and put it on.
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