Excerpt - Excuse for Scandal

By W. S. Howard

Somehow or other, as this panegyric came to an end, Charles found that he Louise were facing each other, and were very close indeed, so close that her face was very near to his, her lips, even in the darkness of the unlit room, tempting accessible. Under these circumstances, he did what any normal young man would have done; his arms went around her, unerringly, his head went down until his mouth found her lips fresher and more yielding than any that had ever come his way before. For one ecstatic instant, he imagined that she gave kiss for kiss, that her arms moved, as if involuntarily, to hold him to her, that those boyishly long but femininely rounded legs and that beautifully developed body pressed themselves to him, but the impression was only fleeting. Miss Chislehurst, later, was to deny everything hotly. The one good thing he realised, wen he recovered, was this his forwardness did not elicit a scathing knock-back; Louise contented herself with one remark: "There's never too many for your to cope with, are there?" and to a  withdrawal that left him trying to make his mind whether to feel exuberant or a trifle foolish.