“You may be a virgin, Miss McLuster, but your fantasies are not virginal
. The memory of his frustration and desire came back so real for him.
. This house was built out of trees from their forests. There were, of course, no lights there, but for perhaps a second she imagined she saw—no, nothing, she told herself, closing the curtains
“You may be a virgin, Miss McLuster, but your fantasies are not virginal
. The memory of his frustration and desire came back so real for him.
. This house was built out of trees from their forests. There were, of course, no lights there, but for perhaps a second she imagined she saw—no, nothing, she told herself, closing the curtains
“You may be a virgin, Miss McLuster, but your fantasies are not virginal
. The memory of his frustration and desire came back so real for him.
. This house was built out of trees from their forests. There were, of course, no lights there, but for perhaps a second she imagined she saw—no, nothing, she told herself, closing the curtains
