Degrees of Pleasure
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“Good morning, Lisa.” he said.
“Uff,” she said. One eye became visible, dark, large, and fogged with sleep. She surveyed him for a moment and uttered another small sound.
“'S too early,” she said sleepily, and the eye vanished.
“Not for me.” Eddie said, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. A perfectly marvellous bed, he had noticed; so few bachelor girls had beds that were really big enough. A girl who had that much sense was a girl to keep in mind.
He padded toward a door, naked, found a small neat kitchen just beyond, as he had expected, and the makings of coffee. He set up the pot and, while the water heated, he tried the other door. It was the bathroom, right enough.
There was an electric razor, and there were no wet stockings hanging on the shower rod. As he shaved, he thought more and more approvingly of this Lisa and remembered, with a shade of regret, that this was definitely going to be a one-night deal. Lucky I didn't meet her last month, he thought. She might have changed quite a few plans.
having you come, and everyone's enthusiastic.” “Enthusiastic?” he said, puzzled. “About what?” She laughed, a silvery sound. “Really, you do seize on words so. I mean I've told the others that you're a real swinger, one might say. We're... well, the younger set in the faculty in a way; liberal people and so on. Naturally, some of the others would like to meet you informally. Can you come?” “I think so,” he said. “Where's this Lodge?” “At Bryer Lake, just off the freeway,” she said. “Just turn
“But I'll see what can be done about that. Now, then, what would you like to do?” “Nothing we can do,” a student said. “Oh, yes there is,” Eddie said. “You have a magazine, in case you don't know it.” “The “Review” is suspended.” “That's right,” Eddie said. “The university's magazine is suspended, because of a gimmick. All right, there will be no “Review.” However, that printer was paid, and there is no way he can return your money, even if he wanted to. The type's already set, the paper cut.
Just your cup of tea. If I were on the jury, you wouldn't have a chance.” “Now, wait,” he said. “That's ridiculous. Look, I'd jump at any excuse to come down there and see you again... I'd hate to admit how much I've missed you. But I heard the same threat, already today, and I don't believe they intend to try it. They've got no case I never touched the girl, after all.” “Will you listen?” Her voice was almost shrill. “I know. She's going to swear you right into jail, for a twenty-year term.
District Attorney has made the suggestion that the young lady's testimony may have been altered, I'd like to know just where the alteration is.” “Miss Fallon,” the judge said. “Please, tell us the entire story, if you will.” “I never had anything to do with Mr. Kane,” she said, still in the same passionless voice. “I went to his house to talk about the magazine, and that was all. And nothing else happened there. But something else happened...” she stopped, and her eyes sought the rear of the
blow, then, from the steering wheel: that would do it, he thought. There would be a bruise. He unbuttoned the white blouse, carefully, and pulled it back. No brassiere. Lisa wouldn't, he thought; the lecherous little bitch. She must have been trying to catch him, he thought, looking at the perfect, cone-shaped breasts, moving softly with her breathing. But there was no bruise there, either; her skin was the same peach color all over. She opened her eyes, and looked at him under her lashes; in a