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An excerpt
from Practice Honeymoon
"Mr. and Mrs....Smith?"
the desk clerk said.
Mark flushed a little.
"Yes."
"I see. Welcome
to St. Mejor."
Mark and Karen slunk
away from the front desk quietly. "Come on, Mr. Smith,"
she giggled."Mrs. Smith wants to put on her new French swimsuit."
"You don't have
to wear anything at all here," Mark said softly. "They go naked
on the beach sometimes."
"Ooh!" Karen
squealed, and clutched him tighter.
As the doors to the
elevator closed, they heard the older woman with the lap dog mutter to
her friend. "They seemed awfully young...."
As the rode up, Karen
looked at her watch. "It's 11 o'clock in Connecticut. I should be
in home economics class...."
Mark leaned down to
kiss her gently. "I'll
give you your lesson today," he whispered.
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