The Lawyer

[Thunderer]

About half an hour later, the office smelled of tobacco and sweat. The floor was covered with scattered paper documents, clothes and porcelain fragments, all soaked in tea. William was endowed with scratch marks over his torso. Elizabeth was laying in his grasp with no garments but her black glove. They were laying on what remained of the table, as it had collapsed, both soaked with sweat and tea. Elizabeth had lit another cigarette. With regret, she was examining one of her broken nails.

You should have used protection, she nonchalantly rebuked William as if it was only his responsibility.

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