As we struggled, we both
laughed nervously. At last I wrenched my finger from her grip,
and before she had time to thwart my purpose she was in my
arms. I was aiming a kiss at her lips, but she continued to turn and
twist, trying to clap her hand over my mouth as she did so, and my
kiss landed on one side of her chin
"Just one more, dearest," I raved. "Only one on your sweet little
lips, my dove. Only one. Only one."
She yielded. Our lips joined in a feverish kiss. Then she thrust me
away from her and, after a pause, shook her finger at me with a
good-natured gesture, as much as to say, "You must not do that,
bad boy, you."
I went away in high feather
I called on Mrs. Dienstog again the very next morning. She
received me well, but the first thing she did after returning my
greeting was to throw the door wide open and to offer me a chair
in full view of the hallway
"Oh, shut the door," I whispered, in disgust. "Don't be foolish."
She shook her head
"Just one kiss," I begged her. "You are so sweet."
She held firm
I came away sorely disappointed, but convinced that her
inflexibility was a mere matter of practical common sense
I kept these experiences and reflections to myself.
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