like to night-ride, I guess."
"Oh, yes!" (Black sky, black road, the universe condensed to a pattern of lights, the ever-present expectation -hope?-of "instant death": just add blood.)
"Yes." Nodding. "It's the idea of going somewhere. To look for something you might not recognize if you found it. Only the places you most want to go, they won't let you."
She was about to say that was exactly what she felt,
when she realized with a pang of shame that she'd clean forgotten to tell him something very important.
"Danty! Oh, Jesus! I didn't thank you."
"Not to worry."
"But-1" Now she was shaking all over again, from a different cause. "But you must think I'm awful! And it was fantastic what you did, really incredible Danty, you're kind of a terrific personal"
"I'm myself," he said, and drained his glass.
"But--oh, shit!" Well, it was the only way she knew to say thanks properly, so with her hand hovering over her crotch-zip: "Do you have somewhere we could . . . ? You know!"
"Place but not time. Thanks all the same. Shall I show you to a hoverhalt?" Making to rise.
No, it can't stop here! 1 mean: SAVED MY LIFE! "No, wait" Mind racing. And then inspiration. Oh, yes! lust the right bit to blow the minds, turn up with a black reb! "Hey, look! We have this big party for tomorrow night, this real stand-up-and-grin-if-it-chokes-you affair Can I send you an invitation? I mean-oh, Danty, I do want to see you again!"
He nodded and settled back in his seat, pulling a pen from his pocket.
"Why not? Here's my address, inasmuch as I have one."
Feeling almost ashamed of herself because she hadn't been this excited about a party for years. Lora took ,` special care before her mirror, selecting her best makeup and perfume, then deliberately putting on a dress her father hated. a harlequin rig of lozenge-shaped bits of cloth tacked together only at the corners, which showed as much of her as it concealed.
No doubt that meant that some of Dad's friends would try to feel her up. and she didn't intend to put out for reeky old turds like them. but if Danty did show . . .
"Here's my address, inasmuch as I have one." Wow.
The house-phone rang. It was her mother.
"Lora honey. would you fix me a drink?"
She stamped her small foot. "Can't you send Estelle?"
"Well, she's fixing my hair right now."
"Oh . . . 1 Oh, all right." In a sullen tone. But she was all through dressing, and Peter might show up any minute, . so getting out of the room was not a bad idea-
And here he came, panicking starting to throw his outdoor clothes all over everywhere as usual. She headed promptly for the door.
"Don't let me drive you out, sister mine!" he exclaimed.
"You saw me take my pants off before. didn't you?".
"Going to fix Mom a drink." Lora said, sweeping by.
"Me too!" Peter cried. "I'm in a rush!"
"That's your fault," Lora snapped. and strode away.
The nearest liquor cabinet was in her father's room. The room was empty. She mixed a gin atomic for her mother and a weak Bloody Mary for herself, and went ` next door where Mrs. Turpin sat naked at her mirror while her French-Canadian maid set out accessories to go with her radion gown.
"Thanks, honey." she said in a strangled tone due to the need to let her lip-shade dry without wrinkling. "Put a straw in it for me, Estelle!"
"Mind if I drink mine here?" Lora said. "If I go back in my room Peter will grab it. And by the way!"
"Yes?"
"You couldn't arrange to have his drinks watered tonight, could you? He's bad enough sober. When he's drunk-Christi"
"Oh, he won't try and rape you, if that's what you mean," her mother said calmly.
"Mom! That's beyond joking" Lora gasped.
"Unfortunately it is. But the fact stands: You're a girl. And, come to think of it, you seem to want everyone to be absolutely certain. Are you seriously going to wear that bunch of rags, if you can call it
"Oh, yes!" (Black sky, black road, the universe condensed to a pattern of lights, the ever-present expectation -hope?-of "instant death": just add blood.)
"Yes." Nodding. "It's the idea of going somewhere. To look for something you might not recognize if you found it. Only the places you most want to go, they won't let you."
She was about to say that was exactly what she felt,
when she realized with a pang of shame that she'd clean forgotten to tell him something very important.
"Danty! Oh, Jesus! I didn't thank you."
"Not to worry."
"But-1" Now she was shaking all over again, from a different cause. "But you must think I'm awful! And it was fantastic what you did, really incredible Danty, you're kind of a terrific personal"
"I'm myself," he said, and drained his glass.
"But--oh, shit!" Well, it was the only way she knew to say thanks properly, so with her hand hovering over her crotch-zip: "Do you have somewhere we could . . . ? You know!"
"Place but not time. Thanks all the same. Shall I show you to a hoverhalt?" Making to rise.
No, it can't stop here! 1 mean: SAVED MY LIFE! "No, wait" Mind racing. And then inspiration. Oh, yes! lust the right bit to blow the minds, turn up with a black reb! "Hey, look! We have this big party for tomorrow night, this real stand-up-and-grin-if-it-chokes-you affair Can I send you an invitation? I mean-oh, Danty, I do want to see you again!"
He nodded and settled back in his seat, pulling a pen from his pocket.
"Why not? Here's my address, inasmuch as I have one."
Feeling almost ashamed of herself because she hadn't been this excited about a party for years. Lora took ,` special care before her mirror, selecting her best makeup and perfume, then deliberately putting on a dress her father hated. a harlequin rig of lozenge-shaped bits of cloth tacked together only at the corners, which showed as much of her as it concealed.
No doubt that meant that some of Dad's friends would try to feel her up. and she didn't intend to put out for reeky old turds like them. but if Danty did show . . .
"Here's my address, inasmuch as I have one." Wow.
The house-phone rang. It was her mother.
"Lora honey. would you fix me a drink?"
She stamped her small foot. "Can't you send Estelle?"
"Well, she's fixing my hair right now."
"Oh . . . 1 Oh, all right." In a sullen tone. But she was all through dressing, and Peter might show up any minute, . so getting out of the room was not a bad idea-
And here he came, panicking starting to throw his outdoor clothes all over everywhere as usual. She headed promptly for the door.
"Don't let me drive you out, sister mine!" he exclaimed.
"You saw me take my pants off before. didn't you?".
"Going to fix Mom a drink." Lora said, sweeping by.
"Me too!" Peter cried. "I'm in a rush!"
"That's your fault," Lora snapped. and strode away.
The nearest liquor cabinet was in her father's room. The room was empty. She mixed a gin atomic for her mother and a weak Bloody Mary for herself, and went ` next door where Mrs. Turpin sat naked at her mirror while her French-Canadian maid set out accessories to go with her radion gown.
"Thanks, honey." she said in a strangled tone due to the need to let her lip-shade dry without wrinkling. "Put a straw in it for me, Estelle!"
"Mind if I drink mine here?" Lora said. "If I go back in my room Peter will grab it. And by the way!"
"Yes?"
"You couldn't arrange to have his drinks watered tonight, could you? He's bad enough sober. When he's drunk-Christi"
"Oh, he won't try and rape you, if that's what you mean," her mother said calmly.
"Mom! That's beyond joking" Lora gasped.
"Unfortunately it is. But the fact stands: You're a girl. And, come to think of it, you seem to want everyone to be absolutely certain. Are you seriously going to wear that bunch of rags, if you can call it
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