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“Not at all. Simply another use for my money. Protection money so I don’t have to spend the rest of my life worrying about you sticking pins in my image.”

“How did you find out about that?” I asked startled.

He gave me a really terrible look. “What?” he roared. “This is the last straw,” he th…

“The nights were drawing in,” he sighed, “another sad winter coming on. Those womb places, it was all new to me. I liked the new womb places you took me to, their darkness and smallness as much as the youth and the excitement and the clutter. I reached for the truth in those places and it seemed I …

Presently he sat down and gave it to me straight: His high blood pressure. The highly excitable, exciting nature of the life he was leading with me wasn’t good for it. Frankly, it kept his bowels in an uproar, it led to indigestion, it would lead, unless the utmost care was taken, to a recurrence o…

To be flung upon a bed—clothes pulled up, clothes pulled down, clothes pulled off every which way—to be the uniquely needed object of a passion so strong that early on it passes you to go soaring endlessly off into an undreamed-of blue infinity. Isn’t that what every woman wants to experience at le…

“So am I.” More heavy breathing. “When are you coming back?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

“Good. What airline?” His voice sounded strangled.

“It’s the B. E. A. seven-something-or-other. Wait a sec. Seven-one-five.”

“I’ll meet you at the airport.”

“That’s awfully sweet of you but why bother?…