I did not feel like watching television, so I began to look at the books on Violet’s shelves, though I had glanced at them before. I yielded to an impulse and got up to look around Violet’s bedroom, which she had always kept the door of closed. Porn By the square was as reasonable a way as a couple of others to go home from work, and a good way from the central library, and I began to take it regularly. “I suppose that this afternoon is going to have to be written off,” she said. She was startled but cooperated quickly. She accepted. Those dark eyes looked up into mine and studied me. The first one showed that Violet did imagine what I would look like nude.
