New, I say. Mr ____, can tell you, I don't like it at all. What is it to like? He get up on you, heist your nightgown round your waist, plunge in. Most times I pretend I ain't there. He never knows the difference. Never AST me how I feel, nothing. Just do his business, get off, go to sleep. She starts to laugh. Do his business, she says. Do his business. Why, Miss Celia. You make it sound like he's going to the toilet on you. That's what it feels like, I say. She stops laughing.

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