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“Come on, Don Baby … the boys won’t see … we’ll go into the garage!” Carolyn anxiously tugged on her future husband’s sleeve and guided him with determination away from the ranch-style house toward the garage.
“I don’t know, Carolyn …” Don Larsen hesitated at the door, looking back toward the house where his two teenage boys could quite easily be watching them. Carolyn was so impatient, he thought to himself, almost too impatient for his tastes, and yet he didn’t really want to disappoint her. He was too much in love with the girl for that! Still and all, you’d think she might be able to wait until some decent time. Or at least until after the wedding on the very next day.
“Come on, Don! Don’t you want me as much as I want you?”
Don followed his young bride-to-be. She was only twenty-one, almost a teenager herself, and Don considered himself lucky at forty-five to have her.
“All right, Carolyn. Of course I do. You know I do!” He was following her into the back seat of the car where the young blonde girl had already arranged herself in the corner. “It’s just that …”
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