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Show 279 It was already too late to go get Sorenson.) Richard was worried that someone was going to leave the pathway and come tramping among the trees and surprise them, so when he had reluctantly stumbled after her and forced her to the ground where she lay giggling, he was not always capable of going on from there. Anyway, it was cold in the woods without your clothes on, so they generally stayed inside the cabin to play. Lorin already knew, from her pre-baptismal interview, about the brief, happy sex life she and Richard had had before their marriage, and also, despite his conspicuous lack of any charm that Lorin could see, that for all the way she talked to him in front of other people she was very fond of him. They were both from the midwest, though from different states, had met at college in Kalamazoo where they both had belonged to the Young Democrats Club, had visited both sets of parents during one vacation or another, had decided that it wasn't necessary to go to bed to prove they loved each other, and had gone to bed the first weekend Alice's roommate was out of the house. She found him thoughtful, kind, and in his own way brilliant. During their two weeks in the cabin in the woods she also found him tractable in all the right ways, and herself capable of wild, extended erotic flights which she carefully guided Richard into accomplishing for her, and which she got to be so good at that she could hang on the edge of an incipient orgasm for hours, gathering energies volt by volt, before coming with a violence that made Richard very pleased with himself. And one afternoon a remarkable thing happened. The day was grey and cold, a fog rising from the lake, the garbage can lids shiny with moisture outside the window. A fire popped and crackled through a pile of spongy logs in the fireplace; thin music floated out of the transistor radio on the table. They had been playing since lunch, and Richard now lay on his back |