Yes.” Just what the question had been I did not know and never asked, but the results became plain. As it happened, she did like the first date, for all that it was something of a busman’s holiday for her. After three weeks, we moved some clothes into each others’ apartments. I did not feel like watching television, so I began to look at the books on Violet’s shelves, though I had glanced at them before. During the second date, she was willing to tell me that she had an apartment of her own. The combination of her natural lubrication, and the water from the shower, and our reduced (because recently satisfied) passion meant that we lasted longer this time, but that was fine with both of us, I think. She thought for a moment, and said, “Okay.”
That was how I learned her name, and a fair amount about her classes (part-time, mostly evening; she worked in data-entry days) and her ambitions. Twice at least I felt Violet’s flower squeeze around me at I resumed motion — no, three times, since at the end that added pressure made me send my seed into her womb.
