Jerry vowed no woman would ever entice him into matrimony. But of course, that was before Professor Madigan's invention, the— MAN-TRAP By Hal Annas [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy December 1953 Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Jerry Kerran watched the news analyst fade from the screen to be replaced by a woman who looked directly at him and said, "Listen, girls! Professor Madigan's greatest invention. A new kind of magnetism more powerful than gravity. Works as a supplement to a natural magnetism. Can be controlled—" Kerran switched off the current. "Women," he growled. "Bah!" He had three rules concerning woman: a) if she won't stay home and neck on the sofa get rid of her; b) if she will stay home and neck on the sofa suspect her of matrimonial intentions and get rid of her; c) don't monkey with her to begin with and avoid the nuisance of bothering with the first two rules. He rose to his lanky six feet of height, brushed the unruly red hair out of his eyes, strode to the door and turned the knob. The door swung wide. He glanced about briefly, then looked down and saw the girl. She had, he realized, removed her highheels. Ordinarily the top of her platinum hair came an inch above his shoulders. Not that he was in the habit of getting close enough to determine this factor accurately, but he couldn't help seeing her enter and leave the apartment across the way from time to time. "You knocked?" he said bruskly. Her head was tilted back, her blue eyes wide. "I need a pound of sugar," she said. "My pneumatic is out of order. Can't get deliveries." "You mean, you cook?" He stared in awe. "I'm making a cake," she breathed, inching closer. He backed out of the doorway and she entered. Without giving him another glance, she went to the pneumatic, cut in the phone and ordered a pound of sugar. She turned back to him. "It shouldn't be a minute. I'll wait—if you don't mind."
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