Choose? I said, and began to pull him toward me, using his braid like a rope, but this rope was attached to his skull, and he didn't come easily. I kept my hold on his hair, and used it like a handle to keep him from moving, pulling harder if he shifted his weight, until he hung suspended, afraid to move, eager not to. A life and death struggle and I was worried about pressing my breasts against his hand. She was shaking her head.
A bonus, Anita, for them beating the hell out of you. You'd think it was disgusting, he said. It was my turn to try to pace, but I was smaller, and standing a little farther out from the doors, so I got almost a full circle out of my pacing. I sat down at the table.
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