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| Buy at these online stores--also available in paperback “May I kiss you?” he asked and felt sure
she was laughing at him. “You’re a funny one,” she said on a small
chuckle. “Most boys don’t bother to ask permission.” “Have there been that many?” He hated them
all no matter who, and felt that sudden feeling again, that although a few
years younger than him, she was far more experienced in the ways of the world. “Oh heaps.” Saying that she poked him on
the chest, and said, “A gentleman shouldn’t ask such a question. Ugh oh, I saw
the curtain flick. That’ll be my dad keeping watch, I had better go in.” “You haven’t answered my question?” Tony
clasped her by the upper arms, sure that he would now kiss her whether she
agreed or not. Surprising him, she went on tiptoe and
pulled his head down, pressing her mouth to his. Not about to let the
opportunity pass, Tony responded, on cloud nine when she ran her tongue across
his top lip and then his lower. He never wanted the kiss to end and would have
carried on if she hadn’t pulled back, saying with a laugh, “My Dad will be
coming out here at any moment waving the bat he keeps by the door—oh did I tell
you that he is a policeman, an inspector at that.” Laughing merrily, she turned
and left him standing there on the footpath. At the door, she waved once before
disappearing inside. Tony trudged back to the bus stop, pulling
his scarf about his chin when snow began to fall again. Like a man who had
tasted paradise his stride was jaunty. Only as he sat on the bus did it occur
to him that he was so besotted by her that he’d failed to ask her for a date.
Idiot, he should have asked for her phone number. All he could do now was wait
it out until next week and hope she was at the dancehall again. Failing that,
now that he knew where she lived, he could always wait there in the hope of
catching her.  |
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