She got up, changed to the divan and patted the cushion beside her. You could anticipate her like increased taxes. I sat quite close. She smelled very nice, womanly and warm, and not too-heavily perfumed though I'd enjoyed scents better than the one she wore. I thought, with five minutes' preliminary work, I could get her into the bedroom as easily as walking. I'm not above it. Never have been, but this wasn't quite the time for it. Besides, she'd keep.
1965.