In the sweet young thing’s opinion
the bench was far too public.
Her gallant immediately suggested that they change their seat to one some distance away where it was more discreet and darker too.
”And you will promise not to hug me?” she asked coyly.
Her lover nodded acquiescence.
”And you will promise not to kiss me?”
Again her lover nodded.
”Then what on earth’s the use of going over there?”
demanded the girl angrily.
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