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sat on a log side by side before the blaze, to get quiet. Con-
nie hated the feel of the blanket against her skin. But now
the sheet was all wet.
She dropped her blanket and kneeled on the clay hearth,
holding her head to the fire, and shaking her hair to dry
it. He watched the beautiful curving drop of her haunch-
es. That fascinated him today. How it sloped with a rich
down-slope to the heavy roundness of her buttocks! And in
between, folded in the secret warmth, the secret entrances!
He stroked her tail with his hand, long and subtly taking
in the curves and the globe-fullness.
’Tha’s got such a nice tail on thee,’ he said, in the throaty
caressive dialect. ‘Tha’s got the nicest arse of anybody. It’s
the nicest, nicest woman’s arse as is! An’ ivery bit of it is
woman, woman sure as nuts. Tha’rt not one o’ them button-
arsed lasses as should be lads, are ter! Tha’s got a real soft
sloping bottom on thee, as a man loves in ‘is guts. It’s a bot-
tom as could hold the world up, it is!’
All the while he spoke he exquisitely stroked the round-
ed tail, till it seemed as if a slippery sort of fire came from
it into his hands. And his finger-tips touched the two se-
cret openings to her body, time after time, with a soft little
brush of fire.
’An’ if tha shits an’ if tha pisses, I’m glad. I don’t want a
woman as couldna shit nor piss.’
Connie could not help a sudden snort of astonished
laughter, but he went on unmoved.
’Tha’rt real, tha art! Tha’art real, even a bit of a bitch. Here
tha shits an’ here tha pisses: an’ I lay my hand on ‘em both an’

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