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Linda Palmer twisted free and pushed herself away from Tom Henderson’s broad chest. Her lipstick was badly smeared, and a lot of it was on Tom’s face. She pushed his hand out from under her skirt, holding him tightly by the wrist.
“Tommy, this is insane; we’ve got to stop. I never should have let you bring me home. I just knew something like this would happen,” Linda cried.
“I knew it, too. I wanted it to happen,” Tom said.
“But… but Bill is your best friend. You’re going to be the best man at our wedding.”
“Friendship goes out the window where you’re concerned, Linda. I hated him the first time he took you out.”
“We’d better cool it for a few minutes,” she said, sliding over against the car door. “We’ve both had too much to drink.”
“Bill should have better sense than to get bombed,” Tom said, slamming his palm against the steering wheel.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number SE-1034 in the original publications (a duplicate).