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Accustomed to Her Face Ch 12
Sleeping Beauty You still have on your party dress — the little black one — with your ruby cashmere shawl. You’re still wearing your pretty patent leather flats and have your red sequin clutch. You have the string of pearls I bought you. Your hair is tied back with a red bow — your lipstick is deep red. You are not wearing panties. And now you are leaning over the stone balcony railing outside our hotel room on the 17th floor overlooking Central Park. I am standing behind you. Your legs are...