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Darkness had fallen before the two young women left the lecture hall.
“I wish my husband could be like that,” Jennifer Wales sighed.
“Tom’s a very nice man,” Rena Cole protested.
“Oh, he’s nice enough,” Jennifer said, “but he’s just so dull. He never does anything exciting.”
“And I suppose you’d like for him to fly planes and nearly get himself killed in far off places like our speaker did?” Rena questioned.
“Nothing so drastic,” Jennifer admitted. “I’d just like for him to change a little. He’s dull in just about everything he does, even in bed.”
“Jennifer!” Rena said sharply.
Jennifer shrugged her shoulders. She knew her slim, dark-haired friend didn’t like to talk about sex. Rena could be a real prude about some subjects.
“Jennifer!” Rena said again.
Jennifer waited patiently while Rena fumbled in her purse for her car keys.
“Here they are,” Rena said, and dropped them on the pavement.
“Oh damn!”
She bent down to pick them up but suddenly a man was there snatching them off the ground.
Jennifer almost yelled but one look at the black pistol in the man’s hand convinced her not to.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number AB-5114 in the original publications (a duplicate).