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ive quietly, can’t I! Why can’t you just let me go! Would this really make you happy! Or do I truly feel so contemptible to you that as a man, I have to lay myself bare, open my legs and stand there i...g dared not meet his gaze. In front of him, she inexplicably felt ashamed. He was a judge, his bearing full of righteous solemnity, while she felt rather like a guilty secret. Facing him like this, d...