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Show •242 outstanding beauty or anything." "Not that you cared." "That's true." It might have been true of the others. As for me I fell in love with Jenny and all through my junior year in high school I daydreamed about rescuing her from this life which she seemed to enjoy. Jenny had black hair and dark-brown skin, perhaps inherited from her French Canadian grandfather. Her eyes were a queer enticing violet color, and she had a trick of opening them slightly at tender moments, which she probably picked up from watching old Hedy Lamarr movies; it seemed unbearably sexy tc me when I was sixteen. 3ut when my chance came to make my feelings known, I fucked her first, and afterwards I was too amazed and shy to talk to her seriously. Once our brief encounter was all over all I could do was repeat to myself "at last! at last!" while I listened to the rain beat on the metal roof of my car. All this came back to me clearly now, triggered perhaps by learning Woody was dead. I took Morgan's hand while the cashier totaled up what we'd bought. "Steak tonight?" Morgan said. "What? All right, sure." "I'm sorry about your friend," she said. Brady's telephone voice tried hard to be mellow, deep |
