The first time was too quick, but the girl proved her ability in arousing Hood's libido. She was experienced, and he was overwhelmed by a strong feeling of poignancy that amounted almost to a physical pain. It was an unaccustomed feeling and he was reminded of the maxim that each act of love was, in itself, a little death. Jane ran her hand lightly across his chest. "Thank you, Mark," she whispered. It was while they were making love the second time that she tried to kill him.
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