"I'm still worried about those poor women," Sharon said as they ran.
"Like I told you, I'm far more worried about getting Karen out," Henri replied.
By now, they were back in front of the elevator, waiting for its doors to open. Now that she had stopped running, Karen's breasts were gradually coming to rest. "What women?" she asked.
"Tell you later," Henri said. "Dammit, why is the elevator taking so long?"
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