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The low powerful sports car pulled smoothly into the long curved driveway and came to a silent stop before the large darkened two-story colonial-type house. The lights switched off, throwing the well-kept grounds and garden into greater blackness. Inside, the boy reached over and pulled the young, silken-haired girl close to him and locked his lips tightly to hers. There was only the sound of a heavy impassioned breathing for a moment and then a small abrupt cry from the girl.
“Richard! Darling, please don’t.”
She struggled a moment with his hand, pulling it with hesitant force from beneath the top of her thin white-veneered formal. He resisted, and then let it be pushed limply away.
“Susan, for God’s sake! We’re engaged now. At least you could let me touch you.”
“Oh, darling, I know, I know,” she moaned against him. “I want you to touch me as much as you want to, but we just can’t. Not before we’re married.”
“That’s a good four years away and you know it,” the boy objected. I-I just don’t think I can wait that long. It’s driving me crazy already.”
“Darling, we’ve just got to wait. It’ll go by so fast we won’t even know it, particularly with you away at college and me working. And we’ll appreciate it so much more. You know we will.”
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