Michael Malone - Weebly

two Yalies, one Amasser, and a Harvardian, Kate was
impressed.
By now they had cleared the desk and were
squeezed between a swivel chair and a dictionary stand.
"There!" rumbled Sidney, finally, as he hooked his arms
under her knees, raised her almost off the floor, and let
go inside her a hundred nights of dreams.
"There!"
"Damn!" panted the object of his dream. "Oh,
goddamn!"
Soon out came the thing, hot, red, and nodding in
triumph.
Limbs disentangled, the way Polly Hedgerow
preferred them to be.
Both shiny lovers lay puffing for breath on the floor.
Even Kate's tennis was not quite so strenuous, and as
for the unathletic librarian, he fully expected immediate
(though happy) death. Kate recovered first and asked
for a cigarette. "Sidney," she said in a spiral of smoke,
"I came twice."
"Marry me" is what Dingley Falls's librarian wanted
to say. But he had learned to wait. So what he said