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Chapter 92

           Infact,Ihadpolishedoffoneofthemwhileshaving.IseldomshavedbutIshavedforSara’sbirthday,andVeterans’night.Shewasagoodwoman.Hermindwascharmingand,strangely,hercelibacywasunderstandable.Imean,thewayshelookedatit,itshouldbesavedforagoodman.NotthatIwasagoodman,exactly,butherobviousclasswouldlookgoodsittingnexttomyobviousclassatacafetableinParisafterIfinallybecamefamous.Shewasendearing,calmlyintellectual,andbestofall,therewasthatcrazyadmixtureofredinthegoldofherhair.ItwasalmostasifIhadbeenlookingforthatcolorhairfordecades...maybelonger.

           IstoppedoffatabaronPacificCoastHighwayandhadadoublevodka-7.IwasworriedaboutSara.Shesaidsexmeantmarriage.AndIbelievedshemeantit.Therewasdefinitelysomethingcelibateabouther.YetIcouldalsoimaginethatshegotoffinalotofways,andthatIwashardlythefirsttohavehiscockrubbedrawagainsthercunt.Myguesswasthatshewasasconfusedaseverybodyelse.WhyIwasagreeingtoherwayswasamysterytome.Ididn’tevenparticularlywanttowearherdown.Ididn’tagreewithherideasbutIlikedheranyway.MaybeIwasgettinglazy.MaybeIwastiredofsex.MaybeIwasfinallygettingold.Happybirthday,Sara.

           Idroveuptoherhouseandtookinmybasketofhealth.Shewasinthekitchen.Isatdownwiththewineandthebasket.

           "I’mhere,Sara!"

           Shecameoutofthekitchen.Ronwasgonebutshehadhisstereoonfullblast.Ihadalwayshatedstereos.

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