DAWSON, Jennifer

The Haha

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But I did not know what to do with my arms. They hung out like the arms of a perambulator. “Put them around my neck,” he hissed, frowning… “Why so tense? Just relax.”

“I’m afraid I can’t dance,” I confessed.

“You don’t have to.” He squeezed my waist, then put his hands on my neck. “Nice smooth skin.”

“It would be easier if I had some roller-skates,” I murmured sadly. “Then you could just wheel me.”

He was still pressing me against him. Perhaps there was a specific purpose in the manoeuvres. Perhaps the gentleman was an athlete, flexing and toning up and so on.

He was stroking my neck and the sides of my cheeks again. “Nice smooth skin.”

“That’s three time you’ve said it. Is your father a taxidermist or something? You seem to have a special interest.”

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