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The Lesson
She sat in an armchair, a paperback in her hands, distracting herself byreading while listening to music. ". . . give the devil his due," the lyrics ran into her head. "AndI'm burning, I'm burning, I'm burning for you." She can't stop thinking about it. She had never in her life been more turnedon, more molten. To have him standing before her, his hands behind his head, body stretched,shoulders back, was possibly the hottest thing she had ever imagined. Her discomfortat being in control warred...