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She stood up, still holding on to the belt and the vibrator, and, as if in a dream, she walked to the turret window, the clips on her n*****s swaying, tugging at her, and she ascended the three steps. There was a mist outside and everything was foggy, but down at the end of the garden she could see a shape—a man—standing in the alley by a lilac bush, a dark man in a raincoat. He raised a hand at her. He smiled. He raised an iPhone at her. She was stunned, hollow. The world of anonymity collapsed around her and her body suddenly became solid and fleshy and far too present. Goose bumps covered her chest, despite the clips pulling at her n*****s. Her heart hammered in her chest at the same time her p***y seemed to dissolve in its own excited moisture, yearning for him and shrinking back in