[She doesn't reply-- for she is positive that there are men right outside the door-- she can hear their boots, their movements-- but if she can't lie, and he can't lie--
Momentarily, the panic clears. She springs upright out of the pile of blankets, jackets, --- is that a lion skin rug? Whatever, worry about that later. It's too ridiculous.]
What the fuck. [And... then she starts to laugh, like a crazy person, but she's so relieved.]
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Momentarily, the panic clears. She springs upright out of the pile of blankets, jackets, --- is that a lion skin rug? Whatever, worry about that later. It's too ridiculous.]
What the fuck. [And... then she starts to laugh, like a crazy person, but she's so relieved.]