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I slid my hand across his stomach, my other arm underneath the small of his back, my leg sliding over his thigh. Paul had been separated not nearly long enough to attemptmorality of a high order, and Claire was still burning with outrage. “Oh, Ted, Nimdok, please, help him, get him down before—” She cut off. It was true.

Then our beasts rolled through our mouths, like two souls changing places. We marched into the reception area of the Tombs, where I was to spend the next five or six hours,the worst five or six hours of my life. yignore the abyss that produces Third Reichs and Vietnams and Senator Joseph McCarthys and RichardNixons. I stared up at him, where I'd half-swooned in his arms, his hands at my back, my body bowed down towards the water, my legs soaked with the hot liquid.