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He convinced her.
Francois didn't wait for a word from him, he knew him well enough to understand that there was no longer any discussion. Although he always knew that there was not going to be an argument. Few people denied it, few people could say that they had opposed him and emerged victorious.
"Antoine ..." he heard Annette's silky and melodious voice and looked at her face that was close to his.
He had been about to kiss her, to succumb to the temptation. Too many months away from her, he had always felt that need to possess her, but he had respected her, he knew that she was a virgin, he noticed it because she did not talk, he saw it in her face as it turned red when he had been insinuated, when he approached and she stopped breathing. She had no knowledge of sexual relations, she did not have her mother with her to guide her, and she did not have a friend who spoke to her without mincing words.
That i
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