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Alexia was eager to see Biffy. She always enjoyed paying him a visit -- though she often preferred he visit her, if only because Alexia, unlike Biffy, lived alone.
Yet she had something of particular import to convey to him. She was employed.
Which was quite shocking, actually, in Alexia's opinion, but the sort of shocking that gave her a quiet thrill. It was a feeling very much like the one she got when she firmly disobeyed her dear husband.
She wrapped thrice on the door to Biffy's flat with a hand in a delicate leather glove. The knock was not delicate. Like Alexia's voice, her knock demanded the appropriate amount of attention.
Yet she had something of particular import to convey to him. She was employed.
Which was quite shocking, actually, in Alexia's opinion, but the sort of shocking that gave her a quiet thrill. It was a feeling very much like the one she got when she firmly disobeyed her dear husband.
She wrapped thrice on the door to Biffy's flat with a hand in a delicate leather glove. The knock was not delicate. Like Alexia's voice, her knock demanded the appropriate amount of attention.