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Updated: June 14, 2025
Maybe it was a resurgence of sense of power after months of terror that the years had done for her. At any rate, it was something strangely and deeply sweet. "Nicky-boy," she said, sitting on the couch with her back against the wall, her legs out horizontally and clapping her rubbed gilt slippers together "Nicky-boy must go home ten o'clock to-night. Josie-girl tired."
Good boy, you like some one to go ahead of you with a snow cleaner, don't you? Yes, there's some one due in here off his trip to-night. What's the use trying to tell Nicky-boy with his hot head. He's got a hot head, too. Go, and let me clear the way for you, Nicky. For good if you say the word. But I have to know where I'm at. Every girl does if she wants to keep her body and soul together.
When you come back to-morrow evening there won't be any more going home for Josie's Nicky-boy. Nicky, go now. He's hotheaded, too. Quit blinking, Nicky for God's sake Nicky " It was then Nicholas bent back her head as he did when he kissed her there on the swan's arch to her neck, only this time his palm was against her forehead and his other between her shoulder blades.
"You're like one of those orange Angora kittens. Yellow. Soft. Deep." "I Nicky's pussy." "I can see myself in your eyes. Shut me up in them." "Josie so tired." "Of me?" "Nicky so so strong." "My poor pussy! I didn't mean " "Nicky-boy, go home like good Nicky." "I don't want ever to go home." "Go now, Josie says." "You mean never." "Now!" He kissed his "No, No," down against each of her eyelids.
You don't let me know where I stand. You know you've got me around your little finger for the saying, but you don't say. Only go now, Nicky-boy. For God's sake, it's five minutes to eleven and he's due in on that ten-forty-five. Nicky-boy, go, and come back to me at six to-morrow night. I'll have the way clear then, for good. Quit blinking at me like that, Nicky. You scare me! Quit!
He could have carried her off like Persephone's bull, and wanted to, so swift his mood. His flare for life and for her leaped out like a flame, and something precious that had hardly survived sixteen seemed to stir in the early grave of her heart. "Oh, Nicky-boy! Nicky-boy!" she said, and he caught that she was yearning over him. "Don't say it in down curves like that. Say it up. Up."
God! if you hadn't let go just when you did. You had me croaking. Nicky-boy kiss me now and go! Go! To-morrow at six clear for you always only go please, boy my terrible my wonderful. To-morrow at six." Somehow he was walking home, the burn of her lips still against his, loathsome and gorgeous to his desires. He wanted to tear her out by the roots from his consciousness.
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