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Jun 22, 2008 20:31

... wondering how culpable I was, the empty-handed bottom hand; the unwilling accomplice and unwitting partner. The option, admittedly, had been there -- to ask if he was married beforehand, to walk away when I saw the ring ... he, though, had the option of taking it off before he arrived ...

... I walked down the street and popped into a Dairy Queen while waiting for the bus. I was sore -- how was he? How long would the ecstasy override reality as he drove home alone, to greet his wife, unable to stop wondering whether she smelled on him that stench of sex, that stink of a whore? ...

... wondering how much more uncomfortable my shoes were than his, if at all; he too had to cope with he had did, but he was the sole "extramarital": he was the one out the money, he was the one for whom discretion was paramount. In so many ways, by comparison, I might as well have been aloof ...
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