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‘Jan, would you like to go back to the table?’ She was nodding yes, crying. It was plain to see she was scared to death. I turned around to the g...y. He was a big sucker, about six four, and easily three hundred pounds. ‘Bud, she doesn’t care to dance right now. Why don’t you ask her later?’ He looked about half wasted. ‘This ain’t your business asshole.’ I sighed. Well, if that’s the way it’s got to be. I grabbed the little finger of the hand he had on her wrist and pulled backwards. Try it. She breathes like an animal, looking at the floor.I see Dave pour some more cognac, sage and wise and patient,pretending, it seems to me, as though he is not interested, as thoughthis is all details. He catches his wife's eye, and does a gentlerolling movement with his hand. It says, get on with it.She shudders, an after orgasm rumbles through her, and sighs. And thenshe studies the floor. Pausing, gathering herself into herself. I feelshe is about to come to point and I am not sure what that. More

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