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She walked down the hall. From the other end his figure advanced also.

At last they passed in silence. He pressed a note into her palm as he went, hardly glancing at her. She closed her fingers around the paper and continued on.

The door swung behind her. She let out half a breath.

Then with mad fingers, she tore open the paper. The sharp tang of fruity lotion immediately overwhelmed her. Suddenly she could taste his skin, fresh as milk and yielding as expensive soap. The worship that flowed from his mouth as he vibrated. The letter fell.

end magnus