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"Better get up, Masie," he told her. "I've got an early plane to catch, baby, and I need my beauty rest. It's been fun, doll."

Her big green eyes looked up at him. She was hurt. Hurt and confused.

"You mean… you mean… you don't want me to stay with you tonight?"

"Sorry, baby," he said. He didn't dare look her in the eye. "After all, we don't even know each other. And I gotta sleep tonight. I can't be fucking around. I gotta head for the office as soon as I get back home."

She seemed crestfallen, but she said nothing more. She got up and smoothed down her skirt. She retrieved her purse from the bedside table and her panties from the floor. She looked at him one last time before she opened the door and left. She didn't say good-bye.

Ken felt just a little guilt-ridden, but he shook it off. He undressed and climbed into bed. Sleep came easily, and the dreams were good.

He dreamed of the cute little head typist in the office back home. She was always playing hard to get. But in Ken's dreams, she was eager to please. Hot and ready.

And Ken, with his new experience, knew just how to handle her.

When he awoke to the alarm at five in the morning, Ken felt happy and excited. He wasn't sure what he had been dreaming, but he knew it had been good.

He wondered if pretty Sue Walsh would be glad to see him when he got back to the office. He could sure hardly wait to see her.

Sue Walsh was enjoying herself.

The restaurant her date had chosen had been very expensive and very good. Now they had come to this posh nightclub. Sue was ready to dance the night away.

She wasn't sure exactly how she felt about Barry Fields, the young businessman she was dating for the first time tonight. She had known Barry for months now. He often came to the office for business consultations.

He was good-looking. He earned a lot of money. But there was something about his brash manner that made her nervous. Barry had certainly been very nice to her this evening, though. She couldn't deny that.

She thought she was beginning to like the tall blond. He was obviously a very generous man. He had ordered the best of everything at the restaurant. And he had tipped the waiter generously to get them a nice little dark booth at the club.

Sue liked that. At the age of twenty-three, she was no longer interested in dates that offered her a hamburger and a long necking session in the park. She wanted to live a little.

"Gee, Barry, this is really a nice place," the pretty brunette enthused. She was working on her second cocktail of the evening. She felt pleasantly giddy. Just enough to make the whole world look rosy.

"I'm glad you like it, Sue," he told her. "I've been wanting to spend some time with you for months. I want you to enjoy our times together. I want there to be more of them."

Sue blushed as she felt his hand graze her thigh under the table. The sensation made her heart leap to her throat. It had been some time since Sue had been made love to – had felt a man's touch – and her body obviously craved it. Her mind, however, kept a strict rein on her emotions.

She didn't want Barry to think she was the kind of woman who was going to let a man take liberties on the first date.

Without a word, she moved her thigh out of his reach.

"That would be nice, Barry," she murmured, not looking at him. She was a shy woman. Though her dark good looks brought her lots of attention from men, she had never managed to conquer her embarrassment in the face of admiration. Sometimes she wished she had not been born so pretty. She would prefer to be able to pass through life more unnoticed.

Though she wore her long hair in a strict bun at the office and wore granny glasses instead of contact lenses, men were always lingering at her desk. Her boss never scolded Sue about it though.

He knew it was the men, and not Sue, who were doing the flirting.

Sue and Barry got up to dance. It was a slow number. The brunette was only five foot two, and the top of her head was about level with Barry's chin. Her fun firm breasts pressed against his belly.

Though she realized Barry was holding her a bit tighter than necessary, Sue made no protest. She enjoyed the lulling rhythm of the music. It made her feel soft and contented. This was Friday night and she could sleep in as long as she wanted tomorrow. She was having fun.

When they had finished their drinks, Barry suggested they leave.

"It's almost one," he said. "Past my bedtime." He smiled suggestively at Sue, but she was looking toward the dance floor. She missed the clear intention in his eyes.

The pretty typist was disappointed.

It wasn't often she got to really enjoy herself. She wanted to make the evening last and last. Besides, as long as they were in a public place, she wouldn't have to go through the awkward business of good-nights. Barry was a very forceful man. She didn't relish having to fight off his attentions if he decided to try to make love to her.

Barry did most of the talking on the drive home. Sue watched his profile as he drove. He was very handsome, she realized. His white-blonde hair tone in the moonlight. His clean-shaven chin looked strong. For a moment, the modest brunette felt flattered that he was even interested in her.

I must be kind of dull compared to most of the women he knows, she mused.

When they pulled up in front of the little frame house Sue's parents had left her, Barry pulled her close to him on the seat. He kissed her warmly on the cheek, but made no further advances. He just held her close.

Sue felt relieved. Obviously Barry was just interested in her for her body. He really liked her. That revived her confidence. She decided to ask him in for coffee. She was too excited by the alcohol and the dancing to think of sleep yet.

"That's really nice of you, Sue," he replied. "I could use a nightcap more than a cup of coffee though. Coffee just keeps me awake."

Inside the house, Sue rummaged around in the back of the linen closet for the liquor that had been there ever since her parents died two years before. Though not a total abstainer, Sue never drank at home. She saved the giddy feeling it gave her for special occasions.

She found a good French brandy and poured some into a snifter glass.

"Won't you join me?" Barry said. "I feel lonely drinking alone."

She looked into his big blue eyes. They inspired confidence. No wonder Barry was so good at his job, she thought.

"Okay… just this once," she replied. "I don't want a guest to feel lonely."

While she sipped at her drink, Barry put a record on the stereo.

"Gee," she giggled. "I haven't heard that once since I was in high school I forgot I had it."

"I like the old songs," he told her. "They make me feel romantic."

Sue felt a little tremor run down her spine. She wasn't sure if it was fear or anticipation she was experiencing. She took a long sip of her brandy.

"Gee, I didn't even think I liked brandy," she mid. "This stuff is good."

"It sure is. It's the best you can buy. Your father obviously was a man of good taste."

The reference to her beloved father made Sue feel lonely. It had taken her a long time to get over her parents' auto accident. Even now, it still hurt to think how they had been taken away from her. By rights, she should have had her parents around until she was well into middle age. Her parents had been teen-agers when she was born. Sue had no other relatives. Family occasions like Christmas and Easter had been agonizing the last couple of years.

"My father was a wonderful man," she said. "I sure miss him." Fighting back the tears that threatened to fill her eyes, she pound refills for both herself and Barry.

"It must be lonely living here all alone." Barry's voice was soft and sympathetic.