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I woke up some hours later, wrapped in his arms, my legs tangled in my nightdress and my robe. Trying to wriggle out of my husbands arms without wakening him was impossible; and as he realised what was happening, he only held me tighter. 'No, don't get up. Stay with me.' He whined in my ear, only making me fight harder. 'I'm hungry and thirsty and I think I might suffocate if you don't le me go!' I giggled and squirmed my way out of his arms into a pile or fabric on the floor. 'Oh Theodore! How am I going to explain this? Another ripped dress? First my wedding dress, and your shirts, and now more nightclothes! Sabhena notices you know!' I pulled the robe around the ripped cotton and pouted at him propped up on one elbow. 'Don't worry about Sabhena, at least she will know you have a hus
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