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I wanted to hear everything she had to say, I wanted to do things for her, I wanted to take care of her.

An afternoon worthy of Fellini.

After coming down from the pass and climbing up to the Capanna Cadagno with little light left, we also had it to ourselves.

He face turns to concern after he sees me laying on the bed scared shitless, he walks into the room and lays beside me holding onto me.

She is beautiful with a great mound of curling dark hair clipped up on top of her head—Madame likes necks—and she is tightly wrapped, mummified from chest to knees in layers of black translucent chiffon held in place by a great length of pearls looped around her neck, crossed above her breasts, and tied around her waist, with pearls trailing down to her feet behind her.

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Beverly was a sexually precocious young lady.

The pale salmon walls are hung, floor to ceiling, with mirrors and paintings of Belle Époque beauties in their furs and finery.

Then, at a ceremony one evening some years ago, everything changed.