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Show CHRYSALIS pA G E 6? "compared to a young man's love?" And she was clasped to his manly bosom for one long Eternal Moment. Shades of Leonard Lust, I thought. A silent movie. "But it's only eight-thirty." Paul's mouth followed his moving hands. "That doesn't matter. Now does it?" I guessed not. "I guess you win," I said. "Touche," he said. I half-expected that out of a peal of thunder a deep Voice would announce, "This is God. Shame on you." None did. Show me. Make me feel something totally. In all my life I've never felt one goddamn thing - not anger or hate or love, or even passion. Touch me. Show me how. Now. "I hope I didn't take advantage of you," Paul said. "You didn't. I wasn't that drunk." "But this wasn't your first time." He half-smiled, raised on one elbow. "And I wanted to be the first." All the blurred liquid softness of it was gone. I felt a great urge to run, like a person on fire. "You were." |