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She did not reply. She did not delete it. She simply let the water cool around her until the fifteen minutes ended, then pulled the plug, dried off, and put the grey dress back on.
She bent. The wood was warm from the sun, the grain rough against her palms. She watched a mallard dive and surface, shake water from its emerald head. Behind her, the man unzipped his trousers. She counted the seconds. Fifteen. Thirty. Forty-five. A grunt. A rustle of fabric. freeuse freya parker
She nodded.
Because that was the rule. And Freya Parker had never broken a rule in her life. She did not reply
