"Gene! Get your mits off -- bloody hell all right you win! Now get out!"
She snatches her clothes out of his hands and points. He is not allowed to be here, in her bedroom, pawing through her delicates. Not even in her own psyche.
"Of all the nerve. And if you think I'm cooking for you, you're out of your bleeding mind!"
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"Gene! Get your mits off -- bloody hell all right you win! Now get out!"
She snatches her clothes out of his hands and points. He is not allowed to be here, in her bedroom, pawing through her delicates. Not even in her own psyche.
"Of all the nerve. And if you think I'm cooking for you, you're out of your bleeding mind!"