Same Spot At Dusk

For Lizzy had stepped between him and the door and there was a strange, hard look in her eyes. "I'm afraid I can't let you go just now, Tony," she said, her voice deep and authoritative. "You see, we girls need men, as escorts, breadwinners, to add a necessary part to our lives. And I've already lost too many of them when I showed them, I was their physical superior." "Do you mean to say that you're going to prevent me from leaving?" Tony asked incredulously. "To put it more exactly," Lizzy said in a flat, positive voice, "You will leave here only when I tell you that you may and only under the conditions I dictate."

 "You do understand that this is kidnapping, a violation of the Lindbergh Law, something that carries the most severe of penalties," Tony said, his voice rising. "I think the publicity will be interesting, you and me on the covers of all the sensational magazines, and the headline: 'Wishful thinker claims beauty kidnapped him.'" Tony tried to dart around her, only to find himself caught in a bear hug and she had his wrists securely in her grasp. She backed him up against a corner of the room next to the window, pressing her beautiful body tightly against his, her freshly lipsticked mouth only inches away from his, her perfume filling his nostrils.