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Show Woodworth/56 possibly be that satisfying again." He looks puzzled, as if trying to understand the point of the story, "aybe there is no way someone else, someone outside the family, can understand what was so special before. "You're trying to tell me that you're a sadist?" he asks. "Yeah. Into whips and chains," she says, making the com a- joke-^ He smiles at her. Something about him makes her feel comfortable, secure. Reminds her of the the ease she felt around Jake and his friends. He turns and looks into the mirror over the bar, and she watches him in profile. The thin, pointed nose. Something languid about his brown eyes. He rests against the bar, without bending at waist or knees; almost the same position he used when sitting at the bowling alley. There is an easiness, a gentle deference in his attitude that seems to include her. Trusting. Trustworthy. "You're quite sexy," he says, turning from the mirror. "You have a really nice body," "Thanks," she says, looking down, blushing. They stand in awkward silence until he laughs. "Ok. So you never told me about Westfield." "It's just a town," she says, and looks quickly at him. Does he think she's foolish now, too young? "I don't know. Houses, streets. Not much goes on there." "Suburbia?" "Suburbia." "Yeah, I know what you mean. Are you living with your parents still?" He asks the question so naturally, she isn't embarrassed to answer. "For a while. I just got home from college, and I'm,.trying to g^T-'-gotoe money together so I can get an apartment. |