You had better let me go again. Women are made like the potter’s vessels —either for worship or contumely, and are withal fragile vessels. As she averted her gaze, a terrible idea crossed her. She nibbled at his neck gently, sweetly, as her hand tracing his chest. It was decrepit and too large. The flush deck was without wells. The day was warm even under an overcast sky and Hilary, uncomfortable, shifted his weight.
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