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Chapter 17
Heshookhisheadjustaspositively,butratherregretfully,asifhewastrulytempted."Thanksanyway,Martha,butIcan’t."Heglancedathiswatchasatasavior."Lord,I’veonlygotaminuteleftonmymeter!Howmuchlongerareyougoingtobe,Jus?"
"Abouttenminutes."
"I’llwaitforyououtside,allright?"
"Chicken!"shemocked.
Martha’sduskyeyesfollowedhim."Heisabsolutelygorgeous.Whywon’thelookatme?"
Justinegrinnedsourly,scrubbedherfacecleanatlast.Thefreckleswerecomingback.MaybeLondonwouldhelp;nosun."Oh,don’tworry,helooks.He’dlike,too.Butwillhe?NotDane."
"Why?What’sthematterwithhim?Nevertellmehe’sapoof!Shit,whyisiteverygorgeousmanImeetisapoof?IneverthoughtDanewas,though;hedoesn’tstrikemethatwayatall."
"Watchyourlanguage,youdumbwart!Hemostcertainlyisn’tapoof.Infact,thedayhelooksatSweetWilliam,ourscreamingjuvenile,I’llcuthisthroatandSweetWilliam’s,too."
"Well,ifheisn’tapansyandhelikes,whydoesn’thetake?Doesn’thegetmymessage?DoeshethinkI’mtoooldforhim?"
"Sweetie,atahundredyouwon’tbetoooldfortheaverageman,don’tworryaboutit.No,Dane’sswornoffsexforlife,thefool.He’sgoingtobeapriest."
Martha’slushmouthdroppedopen,sheswungbackhermaneofinkyhair."Goon!"
"True,true."
"Youmeantosayallthat’sgoingtobewasted?"
"Afraidso.He’sofferingittoGod."
