Free Without Mercy by Len Levinson, Leonard Jordan

come over here.”
    “If you meet somebody you like more than me you’ll leave me?”
    “That’s what people do, isn’t it?”
    She punched him in the ribs. “You son of a bitch!”
    He grabbed her slim wrist before she did it again. “Your problem is that you can’t deal with the truth. People leave each other when they find somebody they like better. Isn’t that what you did with your husband?”
    “Yes, but—”
    “And the guy after him?”
    “Yes, but—”
    “You’ll do the same thing to me, or I’ll do it to you. Or maybe neither of us will find anybody better and we’ll keep on like this for the rest of our lives.”
    “Do you really think that might happen?”
    “Why not? I’m not looking for anybody. I’m too busy. I’m glad that I’ve got you so I don’t have to look for anybody else.”
    She pressed her breasts against him. “I love it when you talk to me like that.”
    “All you want me to do is tell you how wonderful and beautiful you are.”
    “Is that so hard?”
    “No, but this is.” He moved her hand down and pressed it against his erection.
    “What’s this, Danny?” she asked ingenuously, squeezing it.
    “You know very well what it is.”
    “Can I have it?”
    “Sure.”
    She caressed it while kissing his lips, cheeks, nose, and chin. “Oh, you’re such a sexy man,” she sighed.
    He unzipped his fly and took it out.
    “It’s so big,” she said, wrapping her hand around it.
    “I’ll bet you say that to all the guys.”
    “I do not!”
    “Sure you do.”
    “It really is big, and it feels so good.”
    “It’s missed you.”
    “Has it really?”
    “Yes, and it wants to do it to you.”
    She giggled. “Do what to me?”
    “You know.”
    “Tell me.”
    “Why is it that you always want me to talk dirty?”
    “I don’t know. Tell me.”
    “It wants me to fuck you.”
    “Really?”
    “Yes.”
    “What else?”
    “Guess.”
    “Does it want me to suck you?” she asked.
    “Yes.”
    “If I suck you, will you suck me?”
    “You know that I don’t like to do that so much, Francie.”
    “Why not?”
    “I can’t explain it.”
    “Afraid it’ll bite you?”
    “I’m not afraid it’ll bite me. Why don’t we take our clothes off?”
    “Okay.”
    “Did you put your diaphragm in?”
    Embarrassed, she burrowed her face into his shoulder. “Yes.”
    “Is it in right this time?”
    “I think so.”
    ‘‘You’re the only girl I ever met in my life who didn’t know how to put her diaphragm in right.”
    “I can’t help it, Danny.”
    “Why don’t you get your act together, Francie?”
    “I do have my act together.”
    They kissed, rubbing against each other, touching, moaning, getting dizzy. Across the room Ziggy ran on his treadmill. Somebody was yelling in the next apartment, and a car horn blew on the street below.
    “Your diaphragm isn’t in right, Francie.”
    “It isn’t?”
    “No, it isn’t.”
    “How can you tell?”
    “Because it’s supposed to be in deeper than it is right now.”
    “Why don’t you fix it for me?”
    “I don’t know where it’s supposed to go.”
    “I did it the way my gynecologist told me to do it. Of course, she was very busy at the time.”
    “You wouldn’t be trying to get pregnant by any chance, would you?”
    She widened her eyes. “NO!”
    “It seems to me that a woman who didn’t want to get pregnant would be more careful about the way she put in her diaphragm.”
    “What would I want to get pregnant for?”
    “I don’t know. Maybe so that I’d have to marry you?”
    “I wouldn’t do such a thing so that you’d marry me.”
    “Maybe not consciously, but in your unconscious little female mind I think you might. You can’t deny that you’d like to get married to me.”
    “I don’t deny it. I’m in love with you. But you’re not in love with me.”
    “I told you that I don’t believe in that baloney anymore.”
    “I wish I’d met you before you met your two wives. Why is it that I