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Show J SO there, so we're both j.gs." She had looked down at herself to check me out, now looked back up with an indulgent smile for my strained joke. She looked regal standing there* she looked queenly as she pardoned her subject. "Christ] I should of just said you vere beautiful." "Not with my clothes off." "Yes with your clothes off." She stepped into my arms to hide herself from my eyes. "Oh, Marion," I said, shocked by the corporeal flesh. "I wasn't going to do this." "Me either. But since we're here . . , " "I didn't go out to do anything. Chess. I didn't. I just couldn't stay in that apartment alone another damned night. Polly goes out and goes out and goes out.'" "Is Polly your roommate?" "Yeah. A redhead. I said I couldn't take her any more but really it's myself. Alone. She goes out and I stay home till . . . Oh, god, hold me. Hold me, Chess.'" I held her. "I want to be faithful. I really do. And I am. Mostly I am." "It's OK, Marion, It's all right." "This doesn't mean a thing, you know, Nothing." "Nothing means a thinga^." She looked up at me, eyes turned dark, her face grave: "I mean it, nothing we do means a damned thing." "We don't even have to do anything. Really. It's OK." But she leaned her forehead against my shoulder as if bowing her head to the inevitable. "But it's all right because it doesn't have to mean anything. It's just for now, just because we happened to meet and you didn't try first thing to make me. It's just for tonight." "I'll be your knight for the night. Feel my lance?" |