Farradyne chuckled. "Dinner," he repeated.
She hugged his arm. He led her down the landing ramp and into her car,
and at her direction drove to her preference in a dinner spot. The food
was good. Carolyn was a fine dancer with a high sense of rhythm and a
graceful body. Farradyne decided that if this were a thankless job that
gave no chance for fame and fortune, there were plenty of very pleasant
facets to it.... Her shoulder rubbed his as he drove her home hours
later.
He handed her out of the car and walked to the front door with her. She
gave him her key and he opened the door; she walked in, to wait for
him just inside. She came into his arms as the door closed behind them
and she clung to him, returning his kiss and his embrace; matching his
rising fervor with a passion of her own. They parted minutes afterward.
Farradyne moved her slightly, settling her body into a more comfortable
fit against him.
"It's late," she breathed.