Annabel turned on the electric light and made her way into the sitting-room. Something he saw there made him feel for a moment ashamed. Wood the carpenter. Don't you remember? There were four of us, and we went touring in the city. And this was an adventure of which he had dreamed from boyhood: aboard a windjammer on the South Seas. She felt conscious of her nipples becoming visibly erect under the tight t-shirt and wished that she owned a thicker brassiere. Things happen out this way. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York.
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