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etchings. He meant show me the inside
of his truck. It's a sleeper."
"Geezusss, Linda, you climbed up in the guy's truck right there on the
docks?"
"No. No, it was the next day. I....I met him at a truck stop."
"For something you didn't intend to happen, you really went out of your
way," Jim said.
She hung her head, but he could sense no shame. Only guilt that she had
been caught.
"This is my ego talking, but what's he got that I haven't got?" he
asked. "What can he give you that I wasn't giving you? I thought I
was pretty good in bed. Is he that much better?"
"He makes me very happy," she replied. "I'm in love with him, Jim."
Her last words rang out and hung over the table like a death knell. He
was stunned speechless. The wet in his eyes formed into a tear that
ran down his cheek.
"Does he love you?" he asked, barely able to get the words out.
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