First she would point at an area in the forest, one she’d usually primed and primped before she dragged him there, a little bed-making staked by two intersecting branches, and when she was sure they were quite alone, she would start running around a circle, with him close on her heels, and they would go on like that with increasing jubilation and abandon, until in the gathering fog she would stop, her firm arms enfolding a tree, and he would pierce her in the rump with such force, coming almost as soon as he entered.
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