"Kissing?" he said.
"Yes, and I'm going to kiss you, Charley Tencharles. Just like back then."
He grinned as her lips came at him. "Aw, Miss Hippiness," he said.
There is an odd difference in the minute sounds made by matter transmitters and disintegrators. The transmitter goes swup, no matter who steps in. But the disintegrator goes schup, no matter who.
Miss Hippiness stood up and took a deep breath, holding Charley tight in her arms, almost like a baby. She didn't have to look. Having sent so many naughty children into the disintegrator years ago, she knew the way.
She took the last three steps.
Schup.
THE END