No one spoke, and she was impelled to flounder on. She moaned as his hands explored her body, fingers crushing against her panties under her skirt. She looked at me as though I were some unclean thing, as though my soul were weighted with every sin in the calendar. Still, the respite was sufficient for Spurlock to look about for some weapon. I'd like to shake you until your bones rattled; but the bones of a Roundhead wouldn't rattle to any purpose.
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