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 looked down between their bodies. He saw her breasts and his own naked flesh rigid in her hand. For a brief instant Gaylord was frightened. Felt he was simply driven by something beyond his control. He pressed downward. Her arms went around his neck and their mouths remained together. Joy rubbed her hand over his curly head and whispered, "Gay … easy … oh … Gay."

Bob, he breathed silently, I love you.

Their discarded garments lay in a heap on the rug like a pile of drained wet clothes. 150