But who will love you when you're old, Master Kelsey? When the gold turns gray and the muscles shrink and the teeth decay and the eyes turn pale and the body is bent with the squeezing hands of time?
Let me stay, darling Kelsey. Let me stay forever, and I'll love you when you're old.
Seeing his strong naked beauty there, she felt her machinery pounding and the burning in her eyes. It wasn't anything that could be controlled by the thermostat. She needed his arms, and the feel of his power. Like a long wave her love came to her lips in strange words, childish words, moist and tender. And unheard by Master Kelsey.
She turned away. She looked at the blankness of the wall. Please, please let me be careful. If I am not careful I will be sent away, away where there is no Kelsey, away where they will take my soul.
"Do you think Gloria will like me more tonight than she did the last time she was here, Alice?"
"I'm sure she will, Master Kelsey."
The woman's face on the Tevee screen covering one wall of the bathroom was a kind of subtle threat, Alice thought:
"Are you sure you're exercising the maximum acceptability of which your personality is capable? Do you sometimes feel that in some intangible way you are offending your friends? The self-analysis, personology chart scale guarantees to dig out the most hidden blocks to full and joyful acceptance by others. Send for your personology chart at once!"
"That's something new isn't it Alice?"
"I believe it is, Master Kelsey."