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“Oh. Yes. Was that bad?” She was having a little trouble differentiating between what was good and bad. Everything just seemed so good. “Jacqueline. Listen to me carefully. Put the towel back around your body, and come over here and sit on the edge of the bed.” He paused. “Can you do that for me? Please?” She did, and sat waiting. He lowered his hand from his eyes and glared at her. He pointed. “Turn that way.” She complied again, commenting, “You’re really crabby today.” He blew out a hard breath and sat down on the edge of the bed behind her. “Pull your hair over your shoulder.” Once she had, he eased the towel down a few inches past her shoulder blades. Silence. “How does it look?” His voice came a little easier. “Better than it should. Stay like that; don’t move.” He rose from
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