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“You’ve blinded me.” She took the little soap, greatly used, and made him turn around and rubbed it between the two muscular cheeks of his ass, like she’d done to her daughter when she was a baby. He jumped and told her to stop, but she knew he loved it. Outside the shower, he wanted to comb her pubic hair so some of the hairs would be there in the morning. She couldn’t believe it, but she let him. It tickled. He commented on the fact that she was a real redhead, causing her to take one of his nipples and twist it hard. “Because you doubted me,” and because she just wanted to, had always wanted to do something like that. Afterward, he gave her the only clean towel and walked naked, dripping water onto the carpet, to the living room, where they now stood and talked.
    He moved behind her and put his arms around her. “Do you want something to drink? I don’t have any tequila, but I can find something else.”
    Her head ached at the mere mention of tequila. “No, thanks, I have to go, you know, and soon.” She had already decided that his wife no longer lived there. She wanted it to be true so badly that she couldn’t ask. “I hate to do this to you, but you realize you’re going to have to drive me back to my car.”
    â€œI don’t mind, Lily,” he said, his voice reflecting the beginning of a letdown. “But do we have to end it so soon? Can’t we just stay here a minute and relish it?” He held her face in both of his hands. “This was much more than just an office fuck and you know it.”
    She sighed deeply. “I know.”
    Lily picked her clothes up off the floor and put them back on. She turned away from him when she hooked her bra in the front and turned it around, shaking herbreasts into the cups. She put on her blouse first and then her panties. They were plain white comfortable panties, and she was ashamed they were not French-cut lace.
    He was still looking out at the city as he spoke. “My wife left me for someone else, Lily. While I was at work, she came with a moving van and moved most of the furniture out.”
    â€œI’m sorry, Richard. Did you love her?”
    â€œSure, I loved her. I lived with her for seventeen years. I don’t even know where she is now. She’s here in the city somewhere, but she doesn’t want me to know where. Our son is with her.”
    â€œDo you know the man?” Lily asked, curious about the whole thing, wondering how she could want him so badly while someone who had lived with him for seventeen years no longer wanted him at all.
    â€œIt’s not a man, Lily. My wife left me for a woman.”
    â€œHow is your son handling this?”
    â€œGreg doesn’t know and I would never tell him. He just thinks the woman is her roommate.” His face was bathed in shadows. He was facing Lily now, but he quickly turned back to the window. “I mean, I don’t believe he knows.”
    â€œYou might be surprised, Rich. Kids know a lot more than we think. He may know and have already accepted it. He is living with his mother, right?”
    â€œHe’s a strange kid, off in his own world.” He glanced at Lily over his shoulder and saw that she was dressed and waiting. “Greg used to be an honor student and now he’s a surfer. Instead of studying, the kid surfs. He’ll be lucky to get into a junior college. I always dreamed he’d be an attorney, that maybe someday we’d have our own law practice. Dreams . . . things don’t always turn out the way you planned them.”
    She saw his need to talk but knew she had to go. “Can we talk in the car? I wish I could stay and we could talk more, but I am married. It’s not a good marriage,” she paused, “obviously, or I wouldn’t be here with you. It may end soon, for all I know, but I don’t want it to end badly. Can you understand