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Brock allowed the warmth of the room, the yeasty smell in the air and the seductive beauty of the woman to silence him for a full minute. Seven years had changed her. Her shape had blossomed; her breasts beneath the plain fabric dress had become more rounded and womanly than he recalled. Her face had lost its charming girlish roundness, and now delicately modeled bone structure and pearly skin characterized her haunting beauty.