Mate selection -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories
Two warm arms went around his neck. "Was it so difficult?" she asked.
"I figured it out in no time. It's just that gravity differs at the
poles and the equator. It is slightly more at the poles. About one
in fifty, I think. I didn't know for certain. But on that basis I
figured there would be a change in specific gravity of about an ounce
every hundred miles or so. I had to guess at it. That's why I was
so frightened. Anyway, we flew over two hundred miles north to this
hurry-up place. Do you understand it, darling?"
"You mean, about your weight and the difference in gravity between the
equator and the poles?"
"Yes, darling."
"I figured that out in the first three seconds after I sat down. I've
been computing your basic personality, trying to figure out how long
you would remain in the bathroom before coming out to help me. I missed
it somewhere. I figured you'd be in there another two hours. I'll have
to check my figures. Go away."
"Oh, no, you won't recheck them." She placed a hand over the paper. "On
this one I'm going to help. The error is right there. You didn't allow
enough for the volume and strength of my love to cancel out the volume
and strength of my determination and resistance. Square resistance and
raise love to the power of ten. And now if you don't give me a big
kiss, I'll revert to the specifications and steal one."
In the next instant she was crushed in his strong arms. And her ears
were wiggling ecstatically.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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