Walther took her wrist, shut off the radio. He turned her toward him and held her face tightly between the palms of his hands.
"No television," he said firmly, "No radio—no nothing—except this...."
She yielded with a faint smile. Her eyes closed, but their lips had scarcely touched when she tried to draw back.
"Not that way," Walther told her. "This way...."
He held her face firmly teaching her the kind of kisses that were used in a frontier world where people had time to make love. She struggled away from the unnaturalness of his kissing, then slowly she ceased to struggle.
Suddenly, the lagoon was lighted by a brilliant spotlight, and a servo-robot stepped out of the shadows. It said pleasantly:
"Since only tourists come to this spot, it is presumed that you come from some distant planet. Therefore, let me point out that all couples are limited to two minutes by the lagoon. If you hurry, you can catch a native dance number before the next stratoway leaves."