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Chapter 11
Atmywit’sfuckingend!”andthemankeptsaying,“Likeyourfuckingsister,”Bethlayonhercotandcametoseeawayofqueeningapawnthatshehadneverseenbefore.Itwasbeautiful.Itwouldwork.Shecoulduseit.“Upyourass,”thewomanshouted,andBethlaybackexultingandthenfellpleasantlyasleep.
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TheyspenttheirthirdweekrepeatingtheBorgovgamesandfinishedthelastofthemaftermidnightonThursday.WhenBethhaddoneheranalysisoftheresignation,pointingouthowBorgovcouldavoidadraw,shelookeduptoseeBennyyawning.Itwasahotnightandthewindowswereopen.
“Shapkinwentwronginmidgame,”Bethsaid.“Heshouldhaveprotectedhisqueenside.”
Bennylookedathersleepily.“EvenIgettiredofchesssometimes.”
Shestoodupfromtheboard.“It’stimeforbed.”
“Notsofast,”Bennysaid.Helookedatherforamomentandsmiled.“Doyoustilllikemyhair?”
“I’vebeentryingtolearnhowtobeatVasilyBorgov,”Bethsaid.“Yourhairdoesn’tenterintoit.”
“I’dlikeyoutocometobedwithme.”
Theyhadbeentogetherthreeweeksandshehadalmostforgottensex.“I’mtired,”shesaid,exasperated.
“SoamI.ButI’dlikeyoutosleepwithme.”
Helookedveryrelaxedandpleasant.Suddenlyshefeltwarmtowardhim.“Allright,”shesaid.
Shewasstartledtowakeupinthemorningwithsomeonebesideherinbed.Bennyhadrolledovertohissideandallshecouldseeofhimwashispale,barebackandsomeofhishair.
