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had no desire at all to do any of those things, and rarely gave them a thought. His fantasies included very little beyond spying on women in the shower. |
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But that was enough to prevent him from ever breathing a word of his secret desire to Lynn or to anyone else. |
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She would consider him a latent Peeping Tom, a sicko for wanting to do that. For desiring invisibility to avoid the attention of creeps, she would figure him for a paranoid coward. |
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She's already got that part figured, John thought as he pulled away from a stop light and realized he was only a block from the Edgewood. |
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He accelerated through the intersection, then swung his car to an empty space at the curb. |
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'Now, come on,' Lynn said. 'They've got valet parking.' |
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'It won't kill us to walk for two minutes.' |
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'God, I get so tired of this.' |
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'It'll save a couple of bucks.' |
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'That isn't it, and we both know it. For crying out loud, who'd want to steal this heap?' |
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'I just don't want some stranger driving it around.' |
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'Yeah, right.' She thrust open her door and climbed out. |
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John met her on the sidewalk. She took his hand, looked at him and sighed. 'It's not that I mind walking, you know.' |
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'It's just the way you're always trying to avoid things.' |
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