“Another woman might have hinted that penthouse B was awash with
chemistry and queen-size beds. But I didn’t. I was flummoxed by his ambitious
smile and felt nothing except his clammy hand on my thigh.
“I looked down. I said, ‘I just met you.’
“ 'I know! And I like what I see.’
“ 'I meant take your hand off my leg.’”—Elinor Lipman, The View From Penthouse B (2013)
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