“Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown. I waited until he was asleep and then I tied him up with some duct tape and some old rope he had in the shed. I suppose you came right out and asked him about his family?’ ‘Nothing of the sort. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. The blinds were all drawn, the sunlight kept out, one could not tell what colors these gray swathings hid. But we cannot discuss this here. It numbered nine, and four of these were women students. .
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