She felt sore all over her body, but her head was clear; sex was good for that much, anyway. “Oh Roland,” he said. Alain pushed him aside, knelt, and took the gunslinger’s hands. Better safe than sorry.
Susan was expected to be present at these—mostly as a decorative testimony to the Mayor’s continuing puissance. The action shocked her because she hadn’t known she was going to do it, and shocked her more because the taste of her own skin and sweat aroused her immediately. She was balanced on both a physical and mental knife-edge; the smallest movement would send her tumbling off in one direction or the other. All other considerations aside, it was getting late.
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