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           Kaysaidquietly,"Ifeelsosorryforyourfather,heseemedlikesuchanicemanatthewedding.Ican’tbelievethethingsthepapersareprintingabouthim.I’msuremostofit’snottrue."

           Michaelsaidpolitely,"Idon’tthinksoeither."HewassurprisedtofindhimselfsosecretivewithKay.Helovedher,hetrustedher,buthewouldnevertellheranythingabouthisfatherortheFamily.Shewasanoutsider.

           "Whataboutyou?"Kayasked."Areyougoingtogetmixedupinthisgangwarthepapersaretalkingaboutsogleefully?"

           Michaelgrinned,unbuttonedhisjacketandhelditwideopen."Look,noguns,"hesaid.Kaylaughed.

           Itwasgettinglateandtheywentuptotheirroom.Shemixedadrinkforbothofthemandsatonhislapastheydrank.Beneathherdressshewasallsilkuntilhishandtouchedtheglowingskinofherthigh.Theyfellbackonthebedtogetherandmadelovewithalltheirclotheson,theirmouthsgluedtogether.Whentheywerefinishedtheylayverystill,feelingtheheatoftheirbodiesburningthroughtheirgarments.Kaymurmured,"Isthatwhatyousoldierscallaquickie?"

           "Yeah,"Michaelsaid.

           "It’snotbad,"Kaysaidinajudiciousvoice.

           TheydozedoffuntilMichaelsuddenlystartedupanxiouslyandlookedathiswatch."Damn,"hesaid."It’snearlyten.Ihavetogetdowntothehospital."Hewenttothebathroomtowashupandcombhishair.Kaycameinafterhimandputherarmsaroundhiswaistfrombehind."Whenarewegoingtogetmarried?"sheasked.