“The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to follow her and give her a little talking-to as soon as she got back home. Explain the situation in a way she’d understand, so she would realize that this sort of thing just wasn’t acceptable. Like with a slap or two, not enough to hurt, but enough for her to know he meant business. Not that it would do any good. And not that he’d really do it. He’d never slapped Beth. He wasn’t that kind of guy.What in the royal hell was going on? Could any of... this possibly get any worse?First, it turns out the guy works at the kennel. Next, they spend a few days having dinner at her place, trading the kinds of drippy stares you saw in crappy Hollywood movies. And then—and here was the kicker—they go out to that dance joint for losers, and afterward, even though he couldn’t see past the drapes, he had no doubt that she started putting out like a harlot. Probably on the couch. Probably because she’d had too much to drink.He remembered those days.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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