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"He hates himself, and enjoys taking it out on women.
Don't worry, he won't hurt you without consent. I've made amply sure
of that," I told her and put my hand on her small bare arm. She
would not make eye-contact with me.
"What's wrong, Signorina?" I asked, holding her face in my
hand. Still, she refused to look at me, and pulled her hand from my
face.
"You know what your Master was doing, don't you?" she asked
dismayed.
"Of coure I do! Didn't you enjoy it?" She nodded, eyes still
downcast.
"Too much. I had to leave before ..."
Her voice trailed off and I took her face in my hand again. "There's
no such thing as too much pleasure, Anna-Maria." That got her attention:
she looked right into my eyes, and swallowed hard.
"Oh, Signora, all I wanted was his fingers forever! Can you forgive
me?"
"I'll forgive you," I nodded.
Our dresses ruffled as I pulled her lips to mine. There was much ruffling
as we embraced and as I turned her back toward the counter, and lifted
her onto it.
"What are you doing?" she asked me, shocked.
"There's only one way to do this in ballroom dresses."