“Did you say in love?” he asked. “I thought you hated the world and everybody in it.”
“The world, yes,” Miranda said philosophically. “But not the dimensions.”
“But Miranda, my dear. Our world is inside the dimensions. We ourselves are tattoos drawn on the dimensions.”
“Oh, well, I guess life is complex.” She sounded nonplussed. But tonight she was not going to be depressed by the lack of definite answers. The charming Jeremy took the place of those. She told him this, later on.
“No doubt,” he agreed. “And they are truly lovely things…the dimensions. One day…if you behave, of course…I will show you the man on my bum.”
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He got up early the next morning and passed her room, peeking through a c***k between door and frame. He wanted to ascertain whether she was already awake, to a
