The Captain sat beside Dominique and laid his gleaming white hat on the next chair. Dominique’s body flushed — the black man radiated command and primitive heat. He even smelled hot. She couldn’t look at Steve, wondering what he thought of her. The back of her dress, touching the plastic-covered chair, was smeared with hot wetness.

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