> It was early in the morning, station time, and the evening had gone so
>well. But he was starting to wind down. As they danced yet another slow
>tune he wispered softly to her, "It is getting late Res. While I would
>just love to spend the night here dancing and have a great time with you,
>it is time that I should be going. Duty will call in the morning, and no
>mater where I go I can not hide from that reality. After this dance, I
>will have to take my leave, but may I walk you somewhere before we have to
>part company?"
"You can walk me to my temporary quarters," she murmured in reply, taking
his hand. Her intensely blue eyes, usually crystal-hard like diamonds, were
soft. Something in her was gnawing at her. Usually when she took a lover it
was purely physical, no strings attached. But she actually... liked this
man. If she was ever to see him again, she wanted to play this right.
When they reached her rented quarters, she stood on her toes and, before he
could say anything, kissed him. Softly, slowly. "Thank you for bringing me
home, Sam," she said to him.
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