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glass on the bedside table.
    “Bed,” she said, again.
    “Okay,” said Randy. “Okay, you win.”
    “You know the rules,” said Melissa.
    Randy unbelted his robe and hung it over the foot of the bed. Melissa tutted and carried it to the hook behind the door. Randy climbed into the bed and pulled the sheets up under his chin, Melissa tucked them firmly around him. Then she kissed him quickly on the forehead.
    “Goodnight, Master Randall,” she said.
    “Goodnight, nanny,” replied Randy. He waited until she stood back from the bed, then he sat upright. “Thank God for that,” he said, reaching for his drink. “Don’t you think we could do away with all this nonsense now, this ... charade? I mean, we’ve been sleeping together for months.”
    “An agreement’s an agreement,” said Melissa, picking up her drink and taking a sip. “I’m a nanny until I’m off duty--and that’s after I’ve put you to bed and kissed you goodnight. Then, I’m Melissa.”
    “But we’re getting married soon,” persisted Randy.
    “And that’s when I’ll stop being a nanny,” smiled Melissa.
    Randy climbed out of bed and pulled her toward him. He unbuttoned the front of her housecoat, and held the two sides apart. He looked at her flat stomach, and small, firm breasts.
    “You’re a very beautiful nanny,” he said.
    Melissa pouted. “I’m not,” she replied. “I’m not a nanny now. I’m just Melissa.”
    Randy slid the coat off her shoulders. He kissed her. He ran his hands down her back until they rested on the curve of her buttocks. Her thigh pressed against him.
    “Take those nasty pyjama things off now, darling,” whispered Melissa.
    “You only just made me put them on,” said Randy.
    ”Not me. It was Nanny.”
    “Oh, yes, I forgot.” Randy let her undress him. “You know, I guess I like you better as Melissa. Your hands are gentler and more interesting.” He pulled her down on to the bed. “Oh, and I’ve got a complaint”
    Melissa’s brow furrowed.
    “Only a small one,” added Randy, quickly. “The talcum powder. Couldn’t we make it some male powder instead of that baby stuff?”
    Melissa’s fingers moved through the hair on Randy’s chest until they reached his navel. She stirred it gently, then slid her hand further downwards.
    “Make me a tiger. Make me a tiger and be fierce,” she whispered.
    “Too hot,” replied Randy.
    Melissa drew her fingers up the inside of his thigh. Randy felt hotter.
    “Make me a tiger, darling. Please.”
    Randy rolled off the bed and grabbed the skin rug on the floor. He wrapped it over his back, the snarling head resting on his shoulder. He crouched and growled.
    Melissa cringed. “More, more,” she said, softly.
    Randy’s tiger prowled on its hands and knees a little nearer.
    “Frighten me some more.”
    He roared and leapt. Melissa screamed as the rug- covered Randy landed on top of her. He bit her, wildly. His hands grasped and clawed her breasts, stomach and back. He kissed her wetly. His teeth nipped her. She writhed and shuddered with excitement.
    “Now,” whispered Melissa.
    “You’re doing it again, honey.”
    “What?” breathed Melissa.
    “You’re burping me,” belched Randy.
     
    Putney Willett lolled against the imitation white marble fireplace. The electric glow of the plastic coal reflected gold on his tuxedo. He stretched an arm along the mantelpiece, just as he’d seen in the Bourbon advertisements in Esquire ... it was elegant. He was an expert, he knew, in posing. He ought to be, he told himself. He spent far more time practicing in front of a mirror than any film or stage actor. He was a diplomat.
    “We’re going out in a minute, nanny,” said Putney Willett, gaily. “Off on the town again. Got to keep up with the social engagements, you know. Yugoslavs tonight.” He smoothed his moustache with a long forefinger. “Hey ... hey, now. How’s that little dolly of mine been today? A big handful, just like her mommy,