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"Exactly!"
"After I kissed you like that when I was drunk, I thought you must have a low opinion of me. I assumed you were chasing me for a cheap thrill. I've even been worrying about that in the last few weeks. I misjudged you. I'm sorry."
He was bewildered by her rapid changes of mood, but he figured this latest phase was an improvement. "I was crazy a
bout you even before that kiss," he said. "I guess you didn't notice."
"I hardly noticed you."
"I'm pretty tall."
"It's your only attractive feature, physically."
He smiled. "I won't get swollen-headed talking to you, will I?"
"Not if I can help it."
The kettle boiled. He put tea in a china pot and poured water on top.
Joanne looked thoughtful. "You said something else a minute ago."
"What?"
"You said: 'I'd hate to be in love with a girl who's difficult.' Did you mean it?"
"Did I mean what?"
"The part about being in love."
"Oh! I didn't intend to say that." He threw caution to the wind. "But hell, yes, if you want to know the truth, I'm in love with you. I think I've loved you for years. I adore you. I want--"
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him.
This time it was the real thing, her mouth moving urgently against his, the tip of her tongue touching his lips, her body pressing against his. It was like 1935 except that she did not taste of whisky. This was the girl he loved, the real Joanne, he thought ecstatically: a woman of strong passions. And she was in his arms and kissing him for all she was worth.
She pushed her hands up inside his summer sports shirt and rubbed his chest, pressing her fingers into his ribs, grazing his nipples with her palms, grasping his shoulders, as if she wanted to sink her hands deep into his flesh. He realized that she, too, had a store of frustrated desire that was now overflowing like a busted dam, out of control. He did the same to her, stroking her sides and grasping her breasts, with a feeling of happy liberation, like a child let out of school for an unexpected holiday.
When he pressed his eager hand between her thighs she pulled away.
But what she said surprised him. "Have you got any birth control?"
"No! I'm sorry--"
"It's okay. In fact it's good. It proves you really didn't plan to seduce me."
"I wish I had."
"Never mind. I know a woman doctor who'll fix me up on Monday. Meanwhile we'll improvise. Kiss me again."
As he did so he felt her unbuttoning his pants.
"Oh," she said a moment later. "How nice."
"That's just what I was thinking," he whispered.
"I may need two hands, though."
"What?"
