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His heart sort of thudded at the sight of him.
"Yeah," he said, turning around.
"I'm Michael," the man said with a nervous smile, putting out his hand.
A mass of bewilderment came over him. The guy was so friendly and
casual. He was his wife's lover. Jim was there to meet him, and now
that they were face-to-face he didn't know what to say. Michael did.
"Well, I guess I can't expect you to say you're glad to meet me," he
said.
"I was going back to a table," Jim said.
"Yeah. Right. I'll get us a beer," Michael said.
Jim found a table in the back where there was less light that shone in
the front windows. He didn't particularly want to be seen with this
guy. He could understand, though, how Linda could go for him in a
big
way, except that she was married. He was tall, black hair and snappy
dark eyes with a dark tan that showed off his even white teeth. He was
dressed more casually than Jim. He had on jeans and a white T-shirt,
both of which hugged his well-muscled body like every guy should look.
The sleeves hugged his big arms that bulged when they shook hands.
His pecs stood out against the thin white material like two steaks;
even his nipples, that looked like two big pencil erasers, poked at the
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