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Show Woodworth/92 "Not me- No way." "You afraid of heights?" "Hell, yes. Especially when there's nothing to hold on to. Or to step on, for that matter. I think it's probably more of a self-preservation instinct than fear." Gary laughs. "I bet you'd like it once you got up there. I bet it'd be exhilerating." "Exhilerating." She laughs. "What's funny?" "It's just that there isn't much exhileration when you live with Mom and Dad. Hasn't been much in the way of exhileration in a while." "We.'ll have to fix that, then." He smiles. "Put some fun in your life." Everything he says sounds like it has innuendoes. Throws her off balance. Sex is a charade. An act. It should be better disguised. "What do you suppose that boat is?" she asks. "I don't know. L£t's find out." Gary walks to a couple, standing next to the boat and staring up at the people in the rigging. "Fine looking ship, isn't it?" he asks them. Marty stands by his side, meets the gaze of the woman. "Sure is." "Do you happen to know anything about it? What it's doing here, or anything?" "There was a guy out on deck just a minute ago," the man says. "I heard him say that the boat was going to Puerto Rico. But that's all I know." |
