But you can think now, can't you? That made me take a step back into the dressing rooms beyond. That part wasn't Jean-Claude's power, but Richard's and I fought not to think of him, not to open the links between us farther than they were already. I shrugged and asked Graham to please get the machete and the salt from the bag. I dropped the towel on the floor and was shaking my head.
His name is Damian, I said. I made enough money to pay for designer suits, so I did. He fed from her lips almost as if he were feeding from her neck. Just that, nothing more, but it made him writhe.
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