"Your place or mine?" he asked at the door.
"Not tonight, not yet," she breathed softly. "Next time, I promise. Let's part here tonight."
He sighed, then smiled. "Spoilsport," and hailed a cab for her.
"Kiss me," she said. "Kiss me like we're making love. Now." The taxi driver waited.
Later, alone in the taxi, she reflected on her evening: a wallet, credit cards, a Rolex watch and four pounds twenty-six in change.