She knew how to make him squirm. Shower him with praise.
She poked the dagger of attention at his Achilles #heel. Liberally sprinkled the salt of affection on that wound. Went on with her eulogy.
His visage resembled a fresco with scenes from Torquemada’s inquisition.
#vss365
from an old short story of mine 'The Woman':
https://justoneavatar.blogspot.com/2015/07/the-woman.html
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