Birthday Present

by Arnold Marmor

BIRTHDAY PRESENT

By Arnold Marmor

Diane's husband spent most of his time on
Mars, and I spent most of mine with Diane. It
was a nice arrangement—much too nice to last!

[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
July 1954
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]

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"It's tonight or never," Diane said.

"Yes," I said.

I watched her as she walked back and forth across my bedroom floor. She had on a sheer plasto dress that clung to her round white breasts and full milky thighs. "I'm picking him up at the spaceway," she said. "We're supposed to go dining and dancing tonight." She stopped pacing. "It's my birthday. I'm thirty today."

And I was twenty-four and in love. Six years between us. So what? I didn't give a damn. I wanted to marry her, to live with her.

"I'm thirty," she said again. "Do you mind?"