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Amy finished dressing.

She put on a coat to match her skirt, leaving it partly open to show her transparent flesh-coloured lingerie waist.
Then she left us--her husband and me.
He, too, made ready to leave, but the door opened again.

Was it Amy coming back?
No, it was the maid, who, seeing the room was occupied, started to withdraw.
"Excuse me, sir.

I came to put the room in order, but I don't want to disturb you." "You may stay." She began to pick things up and close drawers.