"He pictured how she had looked
this morning, slipping out of her nightgown, naked and pale as a
Greek Aphrodite or a Roman Venus, with teasing blue eyes and a
tempting smile. A pretty German Lorelei, who claimed she loved him,
the first time she was ever in his arms.
Wishing he could forget
everything else and take that trail again, right then, he knew of
course it was a forlorn fantasy. He had no idea when they could meet
again, and he needed to keep his mind focused on the job at hand."
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