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back-and-forthed it for a while. Then they embraced.
"I only have two primary emotions," Molly said. "Anger and sexual desire. Then I have two secondary emotions: fondness and poignancy."
"Which ones apply to me?"
"Kate, toward you I feel anger and sexual desire, fondness and poignancy."
They let themselves feel each other and transform in each other's bodies before fighting a little bit and then they relaxed.
This was the transition from life into love.
They took off their clothes and rolled naked against each other on their feet and leaned on a wall the color of starlight.
After various places on each other's bodies and a variety of temperatures Kate stopped because she felt it was time. Her habit of rhythm told her so.
"I want more," Molly said. "I get turned on by making love with you.
Think of something really sexy for us to do right now."
"All right," Kate said, leading her to the wardrobe. "Pick out something for me to wear."
"You've got your own costume shop," Molly said looking at the rack of play clothes. There were fifties prom dresses, huge elephant-bell paisley pants like Cher used to wear. There was lime-green crinoline, scarlet silk, black taffeta.
"I am a hard-core junkie when it comes to tactile beauty," Kate said.
"Do you want me to choose, Molly? What about this?"
She pulled out a purple skin-tight 1960s pantsuit that would go perfectly with white vinyl go-go boots.
"Is this an original?" Molly asked.
"Oh, yes," Kate answered. "I have a past I can't outrun.
Before I met Peter I used to go to Max's Kansas City you know.
So, do you want me to wear this?"
"No."
Then Kate unhooked a white leather miniskirt with a huge black vinyl belt.
"Mod?"
"No," Molly said. "Too Life magazine."
There were enough accessories to open up a branch of the Salvation Army. This was clearly the result of a lifetime of regular, systematic inspection of thrift stores, finding great things and then taking good care of them.
"How about this?"
It was a handmade black dress of solid lace, designed to blow like grillwork over a bare body. It would obviously look incredible over Kate's breasts.
UYes."There was music. There were pulled shades and candles, a simulated night for these late-afternoon lovers. Molly sat back in a cushioned chair and watched Kate, thinking she was so exciting to look at under any circumstances because no matter what she was doing she was always so many colors. Then she watched her dance.
At first Kate seemed nervous, self-conscious, not free within her body, but encouraged by Molly's absolute joy, she relaxed and gave her lover this pleasure more freely.
Molly leaned back against the bed, hearing the sounds of day coming from the street, but sitting in the artificial evening.
When a person dances for her lover, Molly thought, she may want to dance sexy and close or just want to move. Both are great. Neither requires permission.
That's when the phone rang.
The two women watched each other's eyes, very still as the machine picked it up and the message played. Then the voice came on. Kate went to the machine.
"Hello, Peter?"
She turned her back, not so much for privacy as for concentration.
There was nowhere to go in the tiny studio, so Molly sat very quietly in the chair with her eyes closed. Kate was going to take her time and not alert Peter to any other consideration. It was to be a normal conversation. They talked details. All details.
The contents of that day's Times, including which airlines had proposed merger. The plight of the American farmer. Something having to do with percentage points. Both Kate and Peter clearly believed in quoting statistics. Molly moved to the bed, it was so clean and soft.
I really should get organized enough to have
"I only have two primary emotions," Molly said. "Anger and sexual desire. Then I have two secondary emotions: fondness and poignancy."
"Which ones apply to me?"
"Kate, toward you I feel anger and sexual desire, fondness and poignancy."
They let themselves feel each other and transform in each other's bodies before fighting a little bit and then they relaxed.
This was the transition from life into love.
They took off their clothes and rolled naked against each other on their feet and leaned on a wall the color of starlight.
After various places on each other's bodies and a variety of temperatures Kate stopped because she felt it was time. Her habit of rhythm told her so.
"I want more," Molly said. "I get turned on by making love with you.
Think of something really sexy for us to do right now."
"All right," Kate said, leading her to the wardrobe. "Pick out something for me to wear."
"You've got your own costume shop," Molly said looking at the rack of play clothes. There were fifties prom dresses, huge elephant-bell paisley pants like Cher used to wear. There was lime-green crinoline, scarlet silk, black taffeta.
"I am a hard-core junkie when it comes to tactile beauty," Kate said.
"Do you want me to choose, Molly? What about this?"
She pulled out a purple skin-tight 1960s pantsuit that would go perfectly with white vinyl go-go boots.
"Is this an original?" Molly asked.
"Oh, yes," Kate answered. "I have a past I can't outrun.
Before I met Peter I used to go to Max's Kansas City you know.
So, do you want me to wear this?"
"No."
Then Kate unhooked a white leather miniskirt with a huge black vinyl belt.
"Mod?"
"No," Molly said. "Too Life magazine."
There were enough accessories to open up a branch of the Salvation Army. This was clearly the result of a lifetime of regular, systematic inspection of thrift stores, finding great things and then taking good care of them.
"How about this?"
It was a handmade black dress of solid lace, designed to blow like grillwork over a bare body. It would obviously look incredible over Kate's breasts.
UYes."There was music. There were pulled shades and candles, a simulated night for these late-afternoon lovers. Molly sat back in a cushioned chair and watched Kate, thinking she was so exciting to look at under any circumstances because no matter what she was doing she was always so many colors. Then she watched her dance.
At first Kate seemed nervous, self-conscious, not free within her body, but encouraged by Molly's absolute joy, she relaxed and gave her lover this pleasure more freely.
Molly leaned back against the bed, hearing the sounds of day coming from the street, but sitting in the artificial evening.
When a person dances for her lover, Molly thought, she may want to dance sexy and close or just want to move. Both are great. Neither requires permission.
That's when the phone rang.
The two women watched each other's eyes, very still as the machine picked it up and the message played. Then the voice came on. Kate went to the machine.
"Hello, Peter?"
She turned her back, not so much for privacy as for concentration.
There was nowhere to go in the tiny studio, so Molly sat very quietly in the chair with her eyes closed. Kate was going to take her time and not alert Peter to any other consideration. It was to be a normal conversation. They talked details. All details.
The contents of that day's Times, including which airlines had proposed merger. The plight of the American farmer. Something having to do with percentage points. Both Kate and Peter clearly believed in quoting statistics. Molly moved to the bed, it was so clean and soft.
I really should get organized enough to have
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