So compact and modest. Where did that superb
quilt come from?
"It's so good to see you," she said, putting his tea in front of him.
He looked at her intently. "God, you're beautiful!"
She sat down, considering. "My teeth are too big. I look like a
bulldog." She raised her eyes to his. "I guess I'm all right from the
neck down."
"You're so--_connected, _" he said. "Your face is like your body. Your
hand is like your face."
"I'm feeling bad about this," Suzanne said. She got up suddenly and
knelt by his chair. "Oliver . . ." He pushed back from the table. She
buried her face in his lap, and he stroked her hair as she rocked her
head back and forth.
"What?" he asked.
"Help me."
"Of course, of course I will."
"I've been so bad," she said. "I keep thinking of your little girl."
She rose on her knees. Her face was lost and pleading. She reached down
and undid her jeans. She pushed her jeans and underwear down over her
hips and put her hands on his legs. She swallowed. "I know it's crazy."
Her voice trembled. "Would you spank me, Oliver? Please?" He didn't say
anything, and she placed herself across his lap. He felt foolish. He
raised his hand and slapped her lightly.
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