But suddenly the girl had fastened herself to him for the second time. "Then you really do think I'm a little sensational after all?" she cried ecstatically. "Kiss me! I'm yours!"
"No!" Marc cried. "I didn't say that! I didn't even mention...!"
"Yes, you did," the girl breathed in his ear, and drew her mouth quickly to his.
"Wait a minute!" Marc objected, forcing her from him. "This sort of thing has got to stop!"
"Why, for heaven's sake? I think it's perfectly divine."
Marc stopped to consider her question. Actually, why did it have to stop? There was a reason, a good reason, if only he could think of it. And then something stirred in the far reaches of his mind and drifted slowly forward.
Julie!
"Holy smoke!" Marc cried. "Julie. I have a wife!"
"Of course," the girl said. "But what difference does that make? I don't mind in the least. I'm terribly broad-minded. Besides, it happens that your wife isn't in this dream. Why drag her into it and spoil everything?"
"No!" Marc said excitedly. "No. You don't understand. I just remembered. There was an explosion. Julie was in the house—and a lot of her friends. Heaven only knows what happened. Oh, my gosh!" He drew away from the girl and glanced desperately around. "I've got to get out of here!"