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"
I
still
can
,
and
I
probably
will
.
I
have
a
whole
lifetime
;
there
's
no
hurry
.
"
Justine
left
the
party
with
Rainer
,
and
after
she
talked
of
going
to
Greece
with
Dane
,
he
talked
of
going
to
his
office
in
Bonn
.
"
About
bloody
time
,
"
she
said
.
"
For
a
cabinet
minister
you
do
n't
seem
to
do
much
work
,
do
you
?
All
the
papers
call
you
a
playboy
,
fooling
around
with
carrot-topped
Australian
actresses
,
you
old
dog
,
you
.
"
He
shook
his
big
fist
at
her
.
"
I
pay
for
my
few
pleasures
in
more
ways
than
you
'll
ever
know
.
"
"
Do
you
mind
if
we
walk
,
Rain
?
"
"
Not
if
you
keep
your
shoes
on
.
"
"
I
have
to
these
days
.
Miniskirts
have
their
disadvantages
;
the
days
of
stockings
one
could
peel
off
easily
are
over
.
They
've
invented
a
sheer
version
of
theatrical
tights
,
and
one
ca
n't
shed
those
in
public
without
causing
the
biggest
furor
since
Lady
Godiva
.
So
unless
I
want
to
ruin
a
five-guinea
pair
of
tights
,
I
'm
imprisoned
in
my
shoes
.
"
"
At
least
you
improve
my
education
in
feminine
garb
,
under
as
well
as
over
,
"
he
said
mildly
.
"
Go
on
!
I
'll
bet
you
've
got
a
dozen
mistresses
,
and
undress
them
all
.
"
"
Only
one
,
and
like
all
good
mistresses
she
waits
for
me
in
her
negligee
.
"
"
Do
you
know
,
I
believe
we
've
never
discussed
your
sex
life
before
?
Fascinating
!
What
's
she
like
?
"
