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Show /sq "I suppose it did to you, you hotshot pilot. Just another shackup." "That's not fair. " 3uttda.i*h "What's fair? I know you a^>ilots." "You wouldn't do i t if it didn't mean anything." "I did it all the time!" "Marion, it was special. You know it was, 0 for both of us." "So what? It doesn't make a damn bit of difference now." I looked into her eyes, touched her gently. It was as if playing Don Juan had been all practice for Marion. "Our last time together." "I'm married. Chess." "You were then too." "Don't, oh god, don't do this to me." "I'm sorry. If it wasn't that I was leaving . . . If . . . Well, you know it too, everybody doesn't come back." "You bastard. Jim will be home next week." She looked so miserable that I pitied her. She kept wiping sweat off her forehead and upper lip, and her lovely immaculate skin was flushed a constant rose. I was so sorry for her that I kissed her. Her lips were dry, felt feverish, but she kissed me back. The pressure in her was terrible for me and I felt that she would be better off if I broke it, so I started to undo her blouse. She knocked my hand down. "All right.' If you want a big romantic last night, all right!" "It doesn't have to be last." "What the hell else can it be? Yeah, you dumb fool, I love him too!" Angrily she marched into the bedroom, took off her clothes and threw herself back on the bed, one arm over her eyes. I undressed slowly, wondering if I should turn out the light. I left it on, its harsh glare. She made me wear a condom; she wasn't about to get pregnant now. "Maybe it'll save you from some horrible disease," she said bitterly. |
