I could almost hear his voice, "Every
woman can be won, absolutely every one. Mrs. Levinsky's oldest
child was a young man of nearly my age, yet I looked her over
lustfully and when I found that her florid skin was almost spotless,
her lips fresh, and her black hair without a hint of gray, I was glad.
Presently, while removing my plate, she threw the trembling bulk
of her great, firm bust under my very eyes. I felt disturbed. "Some
morning when we are alone," I said to myself, "I shall kiss those
red lips of hers."
From that moment on she was my quarry
As her husband worked in a sweatshop, while I peddled, he usually
got up at least an hour before me. And it was considered perfectly
natural that Mrs.
Levinsky should be hovering about the kitchen while I was
sleeping or lying awake on the kitchen lounge. Also, that after her
husband left for the day I should go around half-naked, washing
and dressing myself, in the same crowded little room in which she
was then doing her work, as scantily clad as I was and with the
sleeves of her flimsy blouse rolled up to her armpits.
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