"Oh, Nicky-boy! Nicky-boy!" she said, and he caught that she was
yearning over him.
"Don't say it in down curves like that. Say it up. Up."
She didn't get this, but, with the half-fearful tail of her eye for
the clock, let him hold her quiescent, while the relentlessly sliding
moments ticked against her unease.
"I'm jealous of every hour you lived before I met you."
"Big-bad-eat-Josie-up-boy!"
"I want to kiss your eyes until they go in deep--through you--I don't
know--until they hurt--deep--I--want--to hurt you--"
"Oh! Oh! Josie scared!"
"You're like one of those orange Angora kittens. Yellow. Soft. Deep."
"I Nicky's pussy."
"I can see myself in your eyes. Shut me up in them."
"Josie so tired."
"Of me?"
"Nicky so--so strong."
"My poor pussy! I didn't mean--"
"Nicky-boy, go home like good Nicky."
"I don't want ever to go home."
"Go now, Josie says."
"You mean never."
"Now!"
He kissed his "No, No," down against each of her eyelids.
"You must," she said this time, and pushed him off.
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