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"Her mind imagined those hands on her shoulders, the grip and then the intimacy that would have followed. After all that was crushed when she saw him do the same with another. Her angst of being lusted for vanished. She looked at him with amused glance and at the next victim, who was equally drawn in by the same intensity. Then she felt a wave of sympathy, not for her or the next lady, but the real victim, the man."