over and lay back on his arm, her head on the en of the couch looking up at him. Then, her hand coming out she traced her red nailed finger gently around his mouth, sayinj softly, "You're nice, nicer than nice, sort of innocent nice."
"What I' He tried to pull himself up in mock indignation am she emphasised now, " But you are. Do you know what? If yoi weren't, you'd have had me clothes off afore now. "
"Oh, Betty. Really!"
"Oh, Betty, really!" She mimicked his voice, then tweaked hi nose.
As she lay gazing up at him, her big brown eyes mere slit now, his sanity, rising on a strong wave, told him to get out o here and quick, and he muttered thickly, "I'll have to be makin my way; it's getting on and it's going to take me some tim to ... to get back."
"Why go when you don't want to?"
"What do you mean, I don't want to?"
"You know what I mean. You don't want to go."
They were staring at each other again, and he said softly "You seem to know everything, don't you?"
"Pretty near everything." She was her skittish self again, he chin bobbing and her hand waving in the air.
"Anyway, know enough that you don't want to go."
"What if I prove you wrong?"
Her body became still for a moment. Then raising her hea from the couch, she brought her face close to his. Her eye: wide now, stared into his, and of a sudden she was kissing bin holding him and kissing him with such a ferocity that it was like an attack.
And it was seconds before he responded to her.
wnen she pm icu' ll1111 up from me coucn and led him across the room and into a bedroom he made no resistance. When she switched on the light, one thing his bemused mind did notice was that the curtains were already drawn; it was as if she had prepared for it.
He sat on the edge of the bed, as much from weakness at the knees as pressure from her hands, and when, slowly unbuttoning the dressing gown, she slid it from her and stood before him stark naked, he closed his eyes against the sight of her. He hadn't seen Esther naked more than half-a-dozen times in his life, and then only when he had barged into the bathroom, when she had been quick to cover herself up. Yet here was this girl standing before him without a stitch on. It was unbelievable. For a moment he thought that he must be dreaming, until her hands came on him again and she pulled off his jacket.
All his life afterwards he was to remember the next half- hour. Even when he hated the thought of it, every incident and happening in it was to remain clear before his eyes. At night when they turned the key on him and he was alone within those four cold, soul-crushing walls, he was to remember. Later, through ostracism and shame, the memory was still clear. Even when his life flowed through a channel that brought him a peace he had never known before, the memory remained vivid.
Bringing him out of sleep, pushing the sweat from his pores, bringing groans and remembered moans of ecstasy from him.
He had been married for eighteen years and he knew now that compared with her he was as inexperienced as a virgin boy. He felt ravished, raped. She was wild, savage, almost demented at times. Such intensity and passion coming from such a small frame was unbelievable; and more unbelievable still when he thought of her as a young girl. But once it was over he never thought of her as a young girl again.
He lay still on the top of the bed, nothing moving but his bare chest.
He wasn't at peace as was the case after he had been with Esther; every nerve end in his body seemed frayed, yet he had a strange sense of exhilaration and achievement. But he had achieved nothing; the achieving was hers. He wasn't aware how long he lay unmoving, but when he turned his head and looked at her he expected to find, like Esther, she But instead, her eyes were wide, laughing, waiting. She said softly to him, "Do you believe me now?" He did not answer but made a questioning movement with his head, and she replied, "That I know everything." He still
"What I' He tried to pull himself up in mock indignation am she emphasised now, " But you are. Do you know what? If yoi weren't, you'd have had me clothes off afore now. "
"Oh, Betty. Really!"
"Oh, Betty, really!" She mimicked his voice, then tweaked hi nose.
As she lay gazing up at him, her big brown eyes mere slit now, his sanity, rising on a strong wave, told him to get out o here and quick, and he muttered thickly, "I'll have to be makin my way; it's getting on and it's going to take me some tim to ... to get back."
"Why go when you don't want to?"
"What do you mean, I don't want to?"
"You know what I mean. You don't want to go."
They were staring at each other again, and he said softly "You seem to know everything, don't you?"
"Pretty near everything." She was her skittish self again, he chin bobbing and her hand waving in the air.
"Anyway, know enough that you don't want to go."
"What if I prove you wrong?"
Her body became still for a moment. Then raising her hea from the couch, she brought her face close to his. Her eye: wide now, stared into his, and of a sudden she was kissing bin holding him and kissing him with such a ferocity that it was like an attack.
And it was seconds before he responded to her.
wnen she pm icu' ll1111 up from me coucn and led him across the room and into a bedroom he made no resistance. When she switched on the light, one thing his bemused mind did notice was that the curtains were already drawn; it was as if she had prepared for it.
He sat on the edge of the bed, as much from weakness at the knees as pressure from her hands, and when, slowly unbuttoning the dressing gown, she slid it from her and stood before him stark naked, he closed his eyes against the sight of her. He hadn't seen Esther naked more than half-a-dozen times in his life, and then only when he had barged into the bathroom, when she had been quick to cover herself up. Yet here was this girl standing before him without a stitch on. It was unbelievable. For a moment he thought that he must be dreaming, until her hands came on him again and she pulled off his jacket.
All his life afterwards he was to remember the next half- hour. Even when he hated the thought of it, every incident and happening in it was to remain clear before his eyes. At night when they turned the key on him and he was alone within those four cold, soul-crushing walls, he was to remember. Later, through ostracism and shame, the memory was still clear. Even when his life flowed through a channel that brought him a peace he had never known before, the memory remained vivid.
Bringing him out of sleep, pushing the sweat from his pores, bringing groans and remembered moans of ecstasy from him.
He had been married for eighteen years and he knew now that compared with her he was as inexperienced as a virgin boy. He felt ravished, raped. She was wild, savage, almost demented at times. Such intensity and passion coming from such a small frame was unbelievable; and more unbelievable still when he thought of her as a young girl. But once it was over he never thought of her as a young girl again.
He lay still on the top of the bed, nothing moving but his bare chest.
He wasn't at peace as was the case after he had been with Esther; every nerve end in his body seemed frayed, yet he had a strange sense of exhilaration and achievement. But he had achieved nothing; the achieving was hers. He wasn't aware how long he lay unmoving, but when he turned his head and looked at her he expected to find, like Esther, she But instead, her eyes were wide, laughing, waiting. She said softly to him, "Do you believe me now?" He did not answer but made a questioning movement with his head, and she replied, "That I know everything." He still
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