Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. He would sit in his inner office and compose conversations with her, penetrating, illuminating, and nearly conclusive—conversations that never proved to be of the slightest use at all with her when he met her face to face. You’re not to go. Perhaps she did love research for its own sake, she was certainly gifted enough. He initiated sex with her, lightly fingering her clitoris as an invitation. Play foul, and win. The red glare fell upon the slimy brick-work, and tinged the inky waters below.
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