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Mother loverShe was a big girl indeed, he thought. And she was his daughter. If he couldn't share a two-bed motel room with bin daughter- "What did you tell him?" Cathy suddenly wondered, sitting upright again. "The desk clerk, I mean. How did you explain the fact that you were sneaking in a fresh young piece like me?" She laughed then, pointing her finger at him. "I'll bet you told him I was your niece, right? No! Your daughter! Am I right? Did I hit on the nose that time?" Don couldn't repress a blush. He'd registered them as father and daughter indeed, Donald and Catherine Robinson. "It seemed the easiest way," he explained hesitantly. "Doesn't matter," Cathy shrugged. "I mean, everybody uses a fake name far motels anyway, don't they? It's the American way." She got up then and went into the bathroom. He heard her turning on the shower, and he listened to the water running for a long time. At last it stopped, and he fancied that he heard Cathy drying herself then, with a stiff and scratchy motel towel, while she hummed softly ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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