At the door, Mac said, “The door equals reality. It separates slave sperm donors from citizen females. But let’s do it now; this is agony being here, knowing that I can never have you as really mine.” At the doorway they paused in a shadow, arms around each other. Neither said anything for a few moment, both asking themselves, should we or shouldn’t we? Pushing her body against him, Marla whispered, “Mac, darling, in one of the books Annette loaned me, I read that people who were on their death bed rarely regretted what they had done. They regretted what they could have done, but didn’t.” Mac backed away a few inches and looked at her, his face saying, “Do you mean what I think you mean?” Marla looked down a moment and then softly said, “I fear Cynthia very much. But I don’t want to lie on my death bed thinking that we could have. But I have no right to put you in danger.” “Marla, I am yours to do with as you like. Oh, not because the laws says you own me, but because you own my love for you“ “We are wasting time out here, Mac. You could stay with me until an hour before it gets light, then come out and sleep in the car until others were up and about. No one would know. Do you want to do that?” Not giving Mac time to answer, she grabbed him by the hand and said, “Come on.” Quickly she led him up the four steps to the doorway. Inside, Marla turned and locked the door and then in the dark, led him to her room. There, she locked the door and opened the curtains to let the moonlight flow in. As she turned to face Mac, she found that he was only a few inches away. In an instant they were welded together, and slowly moved toward her bed. Touching it, gravity took them falling onto her bed, still welded together. After a few moments Mac whispered, “I don’t know how to best love you. I have really only touched you in my dreams. I have never seen a female naked.” “Perhaps we could learn about each other by playing a game. I know; we could play an old game called Fumble.” “Fumble?” “I read in an old magazine that it was a game played at parties in which all of the lights would be turned out. Then everyone would crawl around and try to identify others by touch only. Touching anywhere was permitted. We could play Fumble and learn about each other’s body.” Mac placed his hands on the sides of Marla’s face, kissed her and said, “You must be Marla.” “How can you tell? You haven’t touched me anywhere. Maybe you are in the sperm donors’ dorm.” “You kiss like Marla. And besides, you don’t have a flat chest like a male.” Marla smiled. “Better make sure, and don’t judge by my shirt. Maybe I just stuffed several towels there. Could you identify me better by touching my skin?” “I’m willing to try.” Mac slowly slid his hand under her shirt and touched her nipples. And then he kissed them gently as he said, “I think I’ve found something here. Can you feel this, my dear Marla?” “Oh, yes! But it’s strange; I don’t feel it there. I feel it lower, much lower.” Marla held him close to her with one hand; with the other she guided his hand lower. And then she said, “Oh! And what do I feel pushing against me?” “You know what it is, sweetie. Haven’t you ever seen a male naked?” “No. I never have done sperm extractions. I’ve just seen drawings.” Softly, Mac said, “I’m going to take off my clothes and then gradually take off all of your clothes, gently massaging your whole body as I go. If after that, nature has not told us what to do I suppose that we shall just have to guess.” “I was always good at guessing games, my dear Mac.” Three hours later Mac was awake and thinking of what they had done. He had never been so happy in his life, yet he had never felt so guilty, putting Marla in danger. He noticed that Marla was asleep under a sheet, so he gently lifted the sheet and looked at her body. What good deed had he ever done to deserve being there seeing her, touching her? Marla was far from asleep. I’ve done it, she thought. Cynthia can take my life, but she can never take the love given me by Mac. But then, have I put in jeopardy our whole revolt against this oppressive government? If so, then maybe I can never marry Mac and have a family. But what’s done is done, and I have no regrets. Nothing is free and I shall take what comes. At four o’clock, Mac dressed and then woke Marla. “I am going to crawl out the window now and go sit in the car until it’s light out.” Marla put her arms around his neck, pulled him down to her and then said very quietly, “Good night, my love, my Mac. Thank you for heaven.” A half hour later, Marla was rudely shaken awake by two huge males wearing blond wigs. Wondering what was happening, Marla barely was able to focus on them enough to attempt to ask. Before she could say a word, the largest one pulled her out of bed, pushed her against the wall, and then holding her there by pushing on her neck, said, “Marla 642080, by order of MOTHER CYNTHIA, you are under arrest!” “What for?” she managed to say. “Treason!”
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