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Show 98 "I can certainly see why." "The thing about returned missionaries is they're horny. They've been out in the mission field for a couple of years and they haven't been close to a girl all that time and all they can think about when they get back is getting married. And they get to be pretty good speakers when they're on their mission, so they know how to hustle somebody. They're determined and they're smooth. God, are they smooth." He liked the sound of that. He tossed down the last of the wine that was in his mug and shook his head. "They sound like a formidable opponent," she said. She was merely Sipping from her jelly jar and had not finished the first wine she had poured for herself. "This guy she's marrying, for instance," Lorin said, reaching for the jug. "I don't know anything about him except what she told me in the letter. I got a letter from her today. But I can practically describe him for you because I know the type." She was looking at him sympathetically. "It sounds like you've been through quite a lot," she said. "I haven't told anybody this but I'm actually a virgin," he said. "I wouldn't have guessed," she said. "And I thought if I could hold out, she could." "You've been saving yourself for her." "Kind of, yes. And I've gone through six kinds of hell to do it, too. Christ, when I think of all the chances I've passed up." Actually what had entered his mind at that moment was a graphic image of Melanie's suntanned body coiling and writhing with the muscular body of an adult. He was afraid his face was turning white. "It's supposed to be easier for girls, I thought," he said. |