The itching of his back spread and became a prickly feeling in the small hairs at the nape of his neck.
He knew now that he was not alone in the car. He looked in the rear-view mirror.
Naomi.
She was looking at him insolently, her wide red mouth in a half smile.
She said: "Just keep going, Sweetheart, as fast as you can."
... THE END
Transcriber's Note:
This etext was produced from If Worlds of Science Fiction January 1954. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed. Minor spelling and typographical errors have been corrected without note.