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SETH
What an infuriating woman! She'd been like a mouse, scurrying into hiding at the sight of me for the past three months. Why? Because she was afraid for me. I'd thought she'd been afraid of me, my overlarge size often putting the fear of God in many. It was to my advantage quite frequently, as with the drunk who'd cared to touch Rachel in front of the saloon. With a woman such as Rachel, I didn't want her fearful, I wanted her lustful. For my desire for her was unlike any need I'd felt before. I was distracted at the mine, consumed with thoughts of her dark hair, her pale, creamy skin, the succulent sway of her hips.
All this time--months!--she'd maintained her distance and a cool air of disdain as a falsehood, for she had just revealed her desperate need for me. My c**k swelled a
