But Cal pressed on, a shade maliciously, “And then the way you caressed her intimately from head to heels and made lovey talk to her before you fell asleep—no wonder she became aroused!”
“I always knew we’d be found out some day.” He tried to pass it off with a joke, but his hand shook a little as he lit a cigarette.
For a while after that Franz was very particular about never letting a book or magazine stay on the bed. But just the other day Cal found a straggling line of three there, on the side nearest the wall. She didn’t touch them, but she did tell him about it. “I don’t know if I could swing it again,” she said. “So take care.”
Cal says, “Everything’s very chancy.”
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