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squirmed a little, rubbing herself against his hand. He curled a finger into her. She moaned. |
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With her free hand, she wiped tears from her face. She looked as if she didn't know whether to keep on crying, or laugh, or beg him to stop, or reach for his zipper. She said, 'Jeez, John.' |
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'Jeez yourself, lady. You got nothing on under there.' |
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'I'm sorry I gave you a bad time about it. About coming here. About everything. I love you.' |
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'I love you, too.' She gave a loud, wet sniffle. She moved his hand away, but didn't let go of his wrist as she got to her feet. 'Come with me,' she said. |
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John stood up. As she led him through the foyer, he saw that people were busy with belts, binding the three he'd let in. Nobody paid attention to him or Lynn. |
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She hurried ahead, pulling him through the cocktail lounge. One woman was hunched over the bar, nursing a drink. Otherwise, the room was empty. |
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'Where are we going?' he asked. |
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'Not far.' Lynn glanced over her shoulder at him. Her smile was crooked and strange. |
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'You're kidding,' he said. |
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'They might need me out front.' |
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'They can do without you for a while. Can't they?' |
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'They'll have to, I guess.' |
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Lynn pushed open the door marked Damsels and pulled John in. The restroom appeared deserted. As the door swung shut, she leaned back against it. She |
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