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... and about twelve days ago something equally strange happened to me and I got bounced into this world.' I smiled at her. 'But I'm not sorry. Do you know why? Because you are in this world.'.
'Thank you. It is important to me that you are in it, too.'
'Then you do believe me. Just as I have been forced to believe it. So much so that I've quit worrying about it. Just one thing really bothers me - What became of Alec Graham? Is he filling my place in my world? Or what?'
She did not answer at once, and when she did, the answer did not seem responsive. 'Alec, will you please take down your trousers?'
'What did you say, Margrethe?'
'Please. I am not making a joke and I am not trying to entice you. I must see something. Please lower your trousers.'
I don't see - All right.' I shut up and did as she asked not easy in evening dress. I had to take off my mess jacket, then my cummerbund, before I was peeled enough to let me slide the braces off my shoulders.
Then, reluctantly, I started unbuttoning my fly. (Another shortcoming of this retarded world - no zippers. I did not appreciate zippers until I no longer had them.)
I took a deep breath, then lowered my trousers a few inches. 'Is that enough?'
'A little more, please - and will you please turn your back to me?'
I did as she asked. Then I felt her hands, gentle and not invasive, at my right rear. She lifted a shirttail and pulled down the top of my underwear pants on the right
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