Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
All right, then,_ she snapped, __o as you please! Perhaps afterward we could manage a coherent discussion._ Twisting beneath him, she flopped onto her stomach.Christopher went still. After a long hesitation, she heard him ask in a far more normal voice, __hat are you doing?_____ making it easier for you,_ came her defiant reply. __o on, start ravishing.__nother silence. Then, __hy are you facing downward?___ecause that__ how it__ done._ Beatrix twisted to look at him over her shoulder. A twinge of uncertainty caused her to ask, __sn__ it?__is face was blank. __as no one ever told you?___o, but I__e read about it._ Christopher rolled off her, relieving her of his weight. He wore an odd expression as he asked, __rom what books?___eterinary manuals. And of course, I__e observed the squirrels in springtime, and farm animals and-__he was interrupted as Christopher cleared his throat loudly, and again. Darting a confused glance at him, she realized that he was trying to choke back amusement.Beatrix began to feel indignant. Her first time in a bed with a man, and he was laughing.__ook here,_ she said in a businesslike manner, ____e read about the mating habits of over two dozen species, and with the exception of snails, whose genitalia is on their necks, they all__ She broke off and frowned. __hy are you laughing at me?Christopher had collapsed, overcome with hilarity. As he lifted his head and saw her affronted expression, he struggled manfully with another outburst. __eatrix. I__ . . . I__ not laughing at you.___ou are!___o I__ not. It__ just . . ._ He swiped a tear from the corner of his eye, and a few more chuckles escaped. __quirrels . . .___ell, it may be humorous to you, but it__ a very serious matter to the squirrels.
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All right, then,_ she snapped, __o as you please! Perhaps afterward we could manage a coherent discussion._ Twisting beneath him, she flopped onto her stomach.Christopher went still. After a long hesitation, she heard him ask in a far more normal voice, __hat are you doing?_____ making it easier for you,_ came her defiant reply. __o on, start ravishing.__nother silence. Then, __hy are you facing downward?___ecause that__ how it__ done._ Beatrix twisted to look at him over her shoulder. A twinge of uncertainty caused her to ask, __sn__ it?__is face was blank. __as no one ever told you?___o, but I__e read about it._ Christopher rolled off her, relieving her of his weight. He wore an odd expression as he asked, __rom what books?___eterinary manuals. And of course, I__e observed the squirrels in springtime, and farm animals and-__he was interrupted as Christopher cleared his throat loudly, and again. Darting a confused glance at him, she realized that he was trying to choke back amusement.Beatrix began to feel indignant. Her first time in a bed with a man, and he was laughing.__ook here,_ she said in a businesslike manner, ____e read about the mating habits of over two dozen species, and with the exception of snails, whose genitalia is on their necks, they all__ She broke off and frowned. __hy are you laughing at me?Christopher had collapsed, overcome with hilarity. As he lifted his head and saw her affronted expression, he struggled manfully with another outburst. __eatrix. I__ . . . I__ not laughing at you.___ou are!___o I__ not. It__ just . . ._ He swiped a tear from the corner of his eye, and a few more chuckles escaped. __quirrels . . .___ell, it may be humorous to you, but it__ a very serious matter to the squirrels.
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