I did not listen, but stood.

"I was thinking that you would stay for supper and then we could go to

some show and after come back here and I would give you a good time."

* * * * *

I staggered out, shocked beyond belief, the last animal flush had died

out of me. All my body was ice-cold.

"Promise me you'll come again this day next week," she called after me

persistently.

She drew the door softly shut and left me reeling down the dark

corridor.

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