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           Conniehadarevulsionintheoppositedirectionnow.Whathadhedone,afterall?whathadhedonetoherself,Connie,butgiveheranexquisitepleasureandasenseoffreedomandlife?Hehadreleasedherwarm,naturalsexualflow.Andforthattheywouldhoundhimdown.

           Nono,itshouldnotbe.Shesawtheimageofhim,nakedwhitewithtannedfaceandhands,lookingdownandaddressinghiserectpenisasifitwereanotherbeing,theoddgrinflickeringonhisface.Andsheheardhisvoiceagain:Tha’sgotthenicestwoman’sarseofanybody!Andshefelthishandwarmlyandsoftlyclosingoverhertailagain,overhersecretplaces,likeabenediction.Andthewarmthranthroughherwomb,andthelittleflamesflickeredinherknees,andshesaid:Oh,no!Imustn’tgobackonit!Imustnotgobackonhim.ImuststicktohimandtowhatIhadofhim,througheverything.Ihadnowarm,flamylifetillhegaveitme.AndIwon’tgobackonit.

           Shedidarashthing.ShesentalettertoIvyBolton,enclosinganotetothekeeper,andaskingMrsBoltontogiveithim.Andshewrotetohim:

           Iamverymuchdistressedtohearofallthetroubleyourwifeismakingforyou,butdon’tmindit,itisonlyasortofhysteria.Itwillallblowoverassuddenlyasitcame.ButI’mawfullysorryaboutit,andIdohopeyouarenotmindingverymuch.Afterall,itisn’tworthit.Sheisonlyahystericalwomanwhowantstohurtyou.Ishallbehomeintendays’time,andIdohopeeverythingwillbeallright.

           AfewdayslatercamealetterfromClifford.Hewasevidentlyupset.