Your wretched Leopard. Who has rolled in the dirt.
And is still yours."
"Do you want a divorce? How are we to fix things, Amanda?"
"Cheetah, I will tell you how we will fix things."
She dropped upon the step below him. She laid her hands with a
deliberate softness upon him, she gave a toss so that her disordered
hair was a little more disordered, and brought her soft chin down to
touch his knees. Her eyes implored him.
"Cheetah," she said. "You are going to forgive."
He sat rigid, meeting her eyes.
"Amanda," he said at last, "you would be astonished if I kicked you
away from me and trampled over you to the door. That is what I want
to do."
"Do it," she said, and the grip of her hands tightened. "Cheetah,
dear! I would love you to kill me."
"I don't want to kill you."
Her eyes dilated. "Beat me."
"And I haven't the remotest intention of making love to you," he
said, and pushed her soft face and hands away from him as if he
would stand up.
She caught hold of him again. "Stay with me," she said.
He made no effort to shake off her grip.
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