Chase: Roman

of her skirt and panties.
        ‘Please answer me,’ he said.
        ‘I am answering you,’ she said. ‘I'm answering you in the most positive way I can think of. Let's go to bed, darling.’
        Later, very much later, as they lay side by side on the motel bed, she said, ‘I want to pick up your things tomorrow and move you in with me.’
        ‘What will your mother think?’
        ‘She'll have to accept the fact that I'm a grown girl. Besides, you've said you'll marry me rather than live in sin.’
        ‘It's a deal,’ Chase said. ‘First thing in the morning; I don't have much to be moved.’ He thought that now he even had enough determination to tell Mrs Fiedling to button the neck of her damn housedress.