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           ToConniehewassuddenlypiercinglybeautifulagain,aswhenshehadseenhimthatafternoonwashinghimself.

           Goldofsunshinetouchedtheclosedwhitecurtain.Shefeltitwantedtocomein.

           ’Oh,dolet’sdrawthecurtains!Thebirdsaresingingso!Doletthesunin,’shesaid.

           Heslippedoutofbedwithhisbacktoher,nakedandwhiteandthin,andwenttothewindow,stoopingalittle,drawingthecurtainsandlookingoutforamoment.Thebackwaswhiteandfine,thesmallbuttocksbeautifulwithanexquisite,delicatemanliness,thebackoftheneckruddyanddelicateandyetstrong.

           Therewasaninward,notanoutwardstrengthinthedelicatefinebody.

           ’Butyouarebeautiful!’shesaid.’Sopureandfine!Come!’Sheheldherarmsout.

           Hewasashamedtoturntoher,becauseofhisarousednakedness.

           Hecaughthisshirtoffthefloor,andheldittohim,comingtoher.

           ’No!’shesaidstillholdingoutherbeautifulslimarmsfromherdroppingbreasts.’Letmeseeyou!’

           Hedroppedtheshirtandstoodstilllookingtowardsher.Thesunthroughthelowwindowsentinabeamthatlituphisthighsandslimbellyandtheerectphallosrisingdarkishandhot-lookingfromthelittlecloudofvividgold-redhair.Shewasstartledandafraid.

           ’Howstrange!’shesaidslowly.’Howstrangehestandsthere!Sobig!andsodarkandcock-sure!Ishelikethat?’

           Themanlookeddownthefrontofhisslenderwhitebody,andlaughed.Betweentheslimbreaststhehairwasdark,almostblack.Butattherootofthebelly,wherethephallosrosethickandarching,itwasgold-red,vividinalittlecloud.