“Holy shit!” Giggling and snickering was amplified by asbestos tiles and reverberated by metal desks. It was a haunted place. ‘Something wrong, madame?’ Her fan came up swiftly, hiding the lower part of her face. Everywhere there are limitations. I am not prying for my own amusement. I worshipped women long before I found any woman I might ever hope to worship.
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