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Her First Affair II
Her First Affair II The following week was torture. To see Marty not 30 feet away and not being able to take her in my arms. To talk to her around others and pretend that nothing had happened. I was certain that just by looks that anyone interested could tell, yet we made no outward appearance other than being friends. Each day we would make or usual trek at lunch to the restaurant at the end of the mall. Each day we would buy a sandwich and pitcher of beer, sharing both between chat and...