She purses her lips, and I wish I hadn’t been so forthright. “If you’d stop, Father might not be so rough on you, you know.” “Oh my, thank you for that earth-shattering wisdom. Can’t believe I didn’t think of that myself.” “I’m simply suggesting—” “Don’t bother.” “—he might ease up.” “Well, I haven’t much choice.” “Really?” She crosses her arms. “You haven’t a choice in who you bed?” “No, I mean I haven’t much choice in who it is I want to bed.” “Of course you do. Sodomy’s a vice—same as drinking or gambling.” “Not really. I mean, yes, I enjoy it. And I have certainly abstained from
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