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Well now it seemed that Marcy’s plan had been fully realized. Paul collapsed gently on top of her, their asynchronous gasping raising and lowering his torso in irregular sequences. He loved the way they looked when she was laying on her back: the way they betrayed their suppleness by flattening somewhat and spilling out in all directions across her chest. Marcy reached over to the nightstand where a pack of cigarettes and lighter were waiting beside a glass ashtray. She removed a cigarette and placed it between her fingers before offering the open end of the pack to Paul. When he got to “K” Marcy bit down on her lip and made a whine unlike any noise Paul had heard from her before.
