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nodded.
“But I didn't even know you had an interview. Why didn't you tell me?” There was the slightest note of irritation in his voice, but then he said, “That's fantastic!”
He slid down off the door. He kissed her, a beery kiss that was slippery and lasted awhile.
“Let's congratulate me,” she said, her mouth only an inch from his. “Let's fuck.”
“What? Now? I thought you were starving.”
“I've taken the edge off.” She stepped back.
“But you're filthy.”
“So? Come lick the dirt off me.”
She walked with long strides to the back stairwell and started up, peeling her shirt off as she went. She took the steps two at a time, feeling an anticipatory pleasure in using her long muscular legs this way. She could hear Nathan behind her. She tossed her shirt back at him and sprinted down the hall to their room at the front of the house. It was sunny and hot in here—they were sweating almost as soon as they lay down together, grappling with each other to take off the other's clothes. And as they moved against each other, making love, their bodies made slapping noises, squelching noises.
By the time they were done, they were panting and slick with perspiration. They lay together for a few minutes. Then Nathan unstuck himself from her and fell back. Meri's hand lifted to her chest. She had a little pool of liquid between her breasts. After a few minutes, Nathan propped his head up in one hand, and with the other he began to stroke the sweat there, spreading it out over her nipples.
“Your project,” she said.
“I'm doing a very good job at it. A very thorough job.”
“Thank you.” She picked his hand up and brought it to her mouth. She kissed his salty fingertips.
They talked in a desultory way for a while, each bringing more news of the first day of life here. Meri told him in detail about the interview. The low sun was slanting into the room. After a while, their voices slowed and stopped. The tall wardrobe boxes stood sentinel around them. They slept.
They woke midevening as the air cooled. They got up and put on T-shirts and underwear and went downstairs together to unpack the groceries, most of them still sitting in their bags on the old door-table. Meri found a blue china bowl from Nathan's mother and set the fruit he'd brought home into it—three shiny red apples and what was left of the pale green grapes.
M ERI LOVED HER JOB . Even on the first days when she didn't know what she was doing and had to ask for help over and over, she loved it.
The station was based at the college, in half of the ground floor of a building at its edge. The other half held the offices of the campus police. She liked them too—flirty, friendly, middle-aged guys. She liked the long walk or bike ride each day through the center of town and across the campus. She liked the campus itself, with its huge oaks and even a few remaining elms, its beautiful old stone buildings. She liked the little carts selling falafel and wraps that set up in the walkways at lunchtime, she liked the students calling to one another across the lush greens, playing lacrosse and soccer and Frisbee on them.
The station did mostly music through the day—classical in the morning, jazz and then rock in the afternoon and evening, and late at night, the blues. There was a short news summary at the beginning of each hour, and four times a day there was a longer break for news.
The noon news show, the one Meri was working for, started with a five-minute feed from National Public Radio, and then covered four or five of its own topics in greater depth. These could be almost anything—peculiar or touching human-interest stories, politics, the arts, whatever the current local or world or national crisis was.
Meri's job was partly helping to generate ideas for these topics, mostly in the afternoon meetings just after the show ended; and partly conjuring and contacting the relevant people to be interviewed about each one—interviewed
“But I didn't even know you had an interview. Why didn't you tell me?” There was the slightest note of irritation in his voice, but then he said, “That's fantastic!”
He slid down off the door. He kissed her, a beery kiss that was slippery and lasted awhile.
“Let's congratulate me,” she said, her mouth only an inch from his. “Let's fuck.”
“What? Now? I thought you were starving.”
“I've taken the edge off.” She stepped back.
“But you're filthy.”
“So? Come lick the dirt off me.”
She walked with long strides to the back stairwell and started up, peeling her shirt off as she went. She took the steps two at a time, feeling an anticipatory pleasure in using her long muscular legs this way. She could hear Nathan behind her. She tossed her shirt back at him and sprinted down the hall to their room at the front of the house. It was sunny and hot in here—they were sweating almost as soon as they lay down together, grappling with each other to take off the other's clothes. And as they moved against each other, making love, their bodies made slapping noises, squelching noises.
By the time they were done, they were panting and slick with perspiration. They lay together for a few minutes. Then Nathan unstuck himself from her and fell back. Meri's hand lifted to her chest. She had a little pool of liquid between her breasts. After a few minutes, Nathan propped his head up in one hand, and with the other he began to stroke the sweat there, spreading it out over her nipples.
“Your project,” she said.
“I'm doing a very good job at it. A very thorough job.”
“Thank you.” She picked his hand up and brought it to her mouth. She kissed his salty fingertips.
They talked in a desultory way for a while, each bringing more news of the first day of life here. Meri told him in detail about the interview. The low sun was slanting into the room. After a while, their voices slowed and stopped. The tall wardrobe boxes stood sentinel around them. They slept.
They woke midevening as the air cooled. They got up and put on T-shirts and underwear and went downstairs together to unpack the groceries, most of them still sitting in their bags on the old door-table. Meri found a blue china bowl from Nathan's mother and set the fruit he'd brought home into it—three shiny red apples and what was left of the pale green grapes.
M ERI LOVED HER JOB . Even on the first days when she didn't know what she was doing and had to ask for help over and over, she loved it.
The station was based at the college, in half of the ground floor of a building at its edge. The other half held the offices of the campus police. She liked them too—flirty, friendly, middle-aged guys. She liked the long walk or bike ride each day through the center of town and across the campus. She liked the campus itself, with its huge oaks and even a few remaining elms, its beautiful old stone buildings. She liked the little carts selling falafel and wraps that set up in the walkways at lunchtime, she liked the students calling to one another across the lush greens, playing lacrosse and soccer and Frisbee on them.
The station did mostly music through the day—classical in the morning, jazz and then rock in the afternoon and evening, and late at night, the blues. There was a short news summary at the beginning of each hour, and four times a day there was a longer break for news.
The noon news show, the one Meri was working for, started with a five-minute feed from National Public Radio, and then covered four or five of its own topics in greater depth. These could be almost anything—peculiar or touching human-interest stories, politics, the arts, whatever the current local or world or national crisis was.
Meri's job was partly helping to generate ideas for these topics, mostly in the afternoon meetings just after the show ended; and partly conjuring and contacting the relevant people to be interviewed about each one—interviewed
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