"I was only human. I bent over her, taking her mouth on mine. She was straining in the divan to reach me, hers arms tight around my neck. Her body was a hot flame; the tip of her tongue searched for mine. She quivered under my hands wherever I touched her. Now I know why she hadn't married. One man could never satisfy her. My hand fastened on the hem of the negligee and with one motion flipped it open, leaving her body lean and bare. I grabbed my hat and jammed it on my head. It must be your sister who has the birthmark."
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