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nape　and　tangled　in　his　hair；　Black　would　place　his　head　between　my　breasts；

and　as　my　own　children　used　to　do；　he’d　roll　his　eyes　back　into　his　head　with

pleasure　as　he　sucked　on　my　nipple：　After　understanding　that　only　through　my

passion　would　he　find　peace；　he’d　bee　pletely　bound　to　me。

I　perspired　faintly　and　imagined　Black　marveling　at　the　size　of　my　breasts

with　surprise　and　intensity—rather　than　studying　the　illustration　of　the　Devil

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that　my　father　was　actually　showing　him。　Not　only　my　breasts；　but　as　if　drunk

with　the　vision　of　me；　he　was　gazing　at　my　hair；　my　neck；　at　all　of　me。　He　was

so　　attracted　　to　　me　　that　　he　　was　　giving　　voice　　to　　those　　sweet　　nothings　　he

couldn’t　summon　as　a　youth；　from　his　glances；　I　realized　how　he　was　in　awe　of

my　proud　demeanor；　my　manners；　my　upbringing；　the　way　I　waited　patiently

and　bravely　for　my　husband；　and　the　beauty　of　the　letter　I’d　written　him。

I　felt　anger　toward　my　father；　who　was　setting　things　up　so　I　wouldn’t　be

able　to　marry　again。　I　was　also　fed　up　with　those　illustrations　he　was　having

the　miniaturists　make　in　imitation　of　the　Frankish　masters；　and　I　was　sick　of

his　recollections　of　Venice。

When　　I　　closed　　my　　eyes　　again—Allah；　　it　　wasn’t　　my　　own　　desire—in　　my

thoughts；　Black　had　approached　me　so　sweetly　that　in　the　dark　I　could　feel　him

beside　　me。　　Suddenly；　　I　　sensed　　that　　he’d　　e　　up　　from　　behind　　me；　　he　　was

kissing　the　nape　of　my　neck；　the　back　of　my　ears；　and　I　could　feel　how　strong

he　was。　He　was　solid；　large　and　hard；　and　I　could　lean　on　him。　I　felt　secure。　My

nape　tingled；　my　nipples　were　stiffening。　It　seemed　as　if　there　in　the　dark；　with

my　eyes　closed；　I　could　feel　his　enlarged　member　behind　me；　close　to　me。　My

head　spun。　What　was　Black’s　like？　I　wondered。

At　times　in　my　dreams；　my　husband　in　his　agony　shows　his　to　me。　I　e

to　　the　　awareness　　that　　my　　husband　　is　　struggling　　to　　keep　　his　　bloody　　body；

lanced　　and　　shot　　with　　Persian　　arrows；　　walking　　upright　　as　　he　　approaches。　　But

sadly；　there　is　a　river　between　us。　As　he　calls　to　me　from　the　opposite　bank；

covered　in　blood　and　suffering　terribly；　I　notice　that　he　has　bee　erect。　If　it’s

true　what　the　Georgian　bride　said　at　the　public　bath；　and　if　there’s　truth　to

what　the　old　hags　say；　“Yes；　it　grows　that　large；”　then　my　husband’s　wasn’t　so

big。　If　Black’s　is　bigger；　if　that　enormous　thing　I　saw　under　Black’s　belt　when