The Coachman Rat
by David Henry Wilson
I danced with a serving-girl. We had our arms round each other and
were laughing for no reason other than enjoyment. She had none of
the sweet gentleness of Amadea, and none of the loving peace of the
woman of light who had transformed me into a human coachman, but I
had an affinity with her. How can I describe it? As if we were from
the same world. The music stopped briefly, and she raised her face
up close to mine. Our lips met, and I closed my eyes to feel her the
more intensely. Such softness, roundness, ripeness. Like this, one
could float into another being. The music started again, and we
danced again. 'Go easy, Robert!' called big Jack. 'Take the girls'
feet and take their lips, but leave them their hearts!' There was
more laughter, and I laughed too and held the girl even closer. I
had found the world I wanted. And then the bell struck midnight...
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