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turned over on his side. Then onto his stomach. It
was a movement of grace and beauty.

“My own body turned and pressed against his.
Nothing could be heard. The air was still. There
was only the movement, the thrust of my flesh
against his.

“Then it was over. As quietly as it had started.
Our heads moved back to the pillows.

“‘Will you kiss me, Franco?’ I said, “please.

“He held my hand in his as he turned. His lips
turned to mine. ‘Good night, caro, ’I love you.

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