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the table.
"Well, I...I think I'll go on upstairs," Michael said.
"So soon?" Linda asked.
"I have to be at work at five," he said.
"My goodness, so early."
"Yeah." He glanced at Joe as he stood and shoved his chair back.
"Supper was very good," he told Linda, then he went upstairs.
"He's nervous," Linda remarked.
"I wonder why," Joe said.
It went without saying that Joe and Linda would go to bed together as
they had been doing for eighteen years. Joe was nervous too, but not
too nervous to make love to her. It was strange, knowing that her
lover was just down the hall, and it made him feel good, knowing that
Michael was lying in bed, aching to be where he was.
Good as his performance was, Linda was restless, and he thought,
unsatisfied as she tossed and turned
"You want him, don't you?" Joe said quietly.
"I thought you were asleep," she said.
"I'll go get him," Joe said as he threw the sheet back.
"No....no, you don't have to do that. It's.....I don't feel right about
you doing that," she said.
He sat on the edge of the bed looking at her. "You're lover is down the
hall, aching to have you, that's what doesn't feel right," he said in a
surly tone. Then he leaned over and kissed her gently. "Hey, this
was
what it's all about, isn't it? I'll go get him," he said. He slipped
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