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“Old as these still hills,” said Greta. “With romance you submerge your spirit into your body. You use the sensual to deny you are free, so back to nature amoral you can be.”
“If you were more willing maybe we’d be natural together,” said Newt. “Besides, if a woman’s handkerchief is good enough to motivate knights, a night with Carol will be good enough to motivate me to work for peace and leisure.”
“Tis, alack and alas, too true,” sighed Greta. “Sex is a giving and taking that produces a temporary holy glow, one that you especially know and know and know. But this chivalry stuff proved a wreck. Ways more direct there are.”
Newt gave Greta a stern look and began to turn back to Carol.
“Oh it forget,” said Greta. “Bye guy.”
“Don’t be mad Greta. I’m not worth it.”
“Newt, I’m okay you’re okay, just be filled with care.
Auf wiedersehen.”
Greta walked towards the door, pushing on her nose.
“He’s hopelessly in love with love falling,” she thought. “Maybe my concern he’s worth not.”
Newt felt a severe pang as he watched her leave. It was as if all the cute and innocent in the world was leaving. Then he took a deep breath and turned back to sly and beautiful Carol.
“Sorry about that,” said Newt. “Greta and I are good friends.”
“She seemed to have urgent business,” said Carol.
“Naw,” said Newt. “She occasionally has unmanageable fits of idealism, and has to let it drain on someone. She’s