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Show /sS how it all meant nothing. She smiled, even vindictively: "Besides, I've got my period." I groaned, hiding my erection. "You should be glad. What a mess a baby would have been." "It's not the baby I'm thinking of." "Tough." "It's a mess anyhow." "What is?" "Us. I love you." "Shut up.'" "I do." "You can't say that." "I love you." "Just get out of here!" She began to cry. "Shut up and just get the hell out of here.'" Sie i*ta.<fe, *•*»«- /•c&v*.. Soon her husband would be home from England but soon too I would be headed for the Pacific, where a war still raged, expanding daily. On the phone I told her I was leaving next week, moving the date up a inaWfett, and she invited me to her place for a farewell dinner. It was hot and I took off my tie and shirt and shoes, khaki pants and T-shirt being the uniform at private parties. She wore a white blouse and a full red skirt with a Mexican motif, such a short girl without shoes. Sue didn't eat much, she said she felt lousy, blue and miserable. We did not mention her husband or my leaving. We ate and smoked and then did the dishes.i While drying them I kissed the back of her neck. I put my arms around her just under her breasts and hugged her and smelled her hair and kissed it. She was not receptive. I wanted to make love and she said absolutely not, none of that, that that time at the beach had been just a fluke and meant nothing at all. "Not to you, maybe." |