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Distaste gathered at the corners of her mouth, informing Bond
that this just wasn’t going to happen. Bond now became desperate. "A hand job then?" To his
chagrin she shook her head. He pleaded. "Surely you wouldn't deny James Bond a hand job?"
But she would, despite his plea. "I can offer you
a coffee if you like. Or another Martini perhaps?"
But Bond was in no mood for another Martini. Shaken or
any other way. He had to get out of this room before he went mad. With a final
look of utter disbelief he turned from Pisa and left the room, perplexed,
dismayed, shamefaced, embarrassed, all of those things, and a minute later he
was leaving the apartment block and was back outside, into the unwelcoming cold
night air.
