Chapter 7
Korin took out a comb from her purse and started raking her hair with slow, rhythmic motions. The page-boy coiffure seemed ideal for her fiery auburn locks.
A comfortable silence had descended upon Ko-rin's apartment. She grinned mischievously as she see-sawed back and forth in the rocking chair, her legs stretched out like pink serpents, glinting and rippling as if they awaited a s****l encounter. Maurice realized that was out of the question. He walked over to the davenport and sat beside Yvette Thober.
Yvette's composition lay upon the cushion, and she was studying the red corrections which he had pencilled in. "I nearly flunked this essay," she nodded. "My thoughts must have. been elsewhere."
"Why do you think I'm at your quarters tonight? The two top students in Engli
