“Well . . . I promise.”
She caught his face between her two hands. “I want to kiss you all by myself,” she murmured. “In my way.”
Wilfred closed his eyes. “I’ll try to endure it,” he whispered.
“Lots of times. . . . Lots of times!” she crooned. “Ah, you’re so sweet! You’re as sweet as a baby!”
Wilfred received this with mixed feelings. “I don’t want to be kissed like a baby . . . !”
Between kisses she giggled. “Well, I’m not! . . . I just said you were as sweet as a baby. . . . I’d like to kiss you a hundred times without stopping!” Moving her head from side to side that her lips brushed his, she whispered: “I’m so glad you’re new at this . . . !”
“Time’s up!” cried Wilfred, flinging his arms around her. Deprived of any prop, they toppled over on the rug. “You weren’t good!” he murmured accusingly. “You began it! That lets me out! What do you think a man is made of? . . . Oh, you darling . . . !”
“Oh, Wilfred, don’t!” she begged in a panic. “Please, please darling Wilfred! You’re so much stronger than I! Please let me up! Let me out of this room . . . !”
Gathering her up in his arms, Wilfred carried her to the couch.
Clinging to him, she continued to protest. “Please, please Wilfred! Let me up . . . ! I demand that you open that door! . . . Oh, Wilfred, I’m so ashamed. I can’t bear to look at you . . . !”