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Show Woodworth/133 come back. They don't go away. He'll come back now, again and again, to unload things on her. And he'll always be grateful to her for taking them. She allows her hand to fall under the counter and to rest on his leg. He watches her eyes, and she stares back. Looking mysterious Looking deep. Yes, I understand, let me take it all. Let me help you. She begins to rub, letting her arms travel down the side of his leg, a little further each rub, just far enough away so that he might think that she would go far enough to touch, this. once. She can fee he's hypnotized, the way she almost was by the neck rub. Only now she can control him. '"Nother?" the bartender asks. Gary looks at her. "Do you want another?" "Sure, if you do," she says. She freezes her arm. The bartender can guess, but he mustn't know. "Sure. Two more," Gary says. They have been drinking fast, and she can feel the beer mixing with the humidity, making her Jieavy. The periphy of her vision darkens until the other people standing at the bar are only shadows, moving in and out of a solid Dlack space, until oven her own body surrenders into-tho dark-spaee^. ind all she can see clearly is him, his body from the knees up. iorn denims. Worn, flowered shirt. Open at the neck, she can see :hest hairs reaching out over the top. The hair growing back, >ersistent, on his chin. A blush under the stubble, a few hairs :oming out from his nostrils, blending with his mustache. The )orous skin of his nose, blending out into the smooth, powder- :exture across his cheek bones. The aparse lashes of his lower 'ye lid, curling delicately away from his eyes, like shy children. i mole just under his right eye. The whites of his eyes -- impure 'hite, a little nywllgwjLHh -^and the hair-like broken veins. A |
