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as a trap. There were people in
the bushes. Watching. She was the delectable bait. How could it be otherwise? They
had seen him in the march. He tried to make his voice casual. Normal. It came out in
a croak. “Ammukutty… what is it–” She went to him and laid the length of her body
against his. He just stood there. He didn’t touch her. He was shivering. Partly with
cold. Partly terror. Partly aching desire. Despite his fear his body was prepared to take
the bait. It wanted her. Urgently. His wetness wet her. She put her arms around him.
He tried to be rational. What’s the worst thing that can happen? I could lose every-
thing. My job. My family. My livelihood. Everything. She could hear the wild ham-
mering of his heart. She held him till it calmed down. Somewhat. She unbuttoned her
shirt. They stood there. Skin to skin. Her brownness against his blackness. Her soft-
ness against his hardness. Her nut-brown breasts (that wouldn’t support a tooth-
brush) against his smooth ebony chest. She smelled the river on him. His Particular
Paravan smell that so disgusted Baby Kochamma. Ammu put out her tongue and
tasted it. in the hollow of his throat. On the lobe of his ear. She pulled his head
down toward her and kisseyilai：
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