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Deep Secret Ch 11 Storm
We drove in silence until the hill for the bridge across the bay. The sunny morning had begun to turn to a nasty gray, every four or five seconds the silence was interrupted by the intermittent wipers. It wasn’t looking good for a bit of bucolic bundle-up-by-the-boats brunch. My thoughts returned to Mrs. Milford. I wondered if she would be shocked to know what Simone had been savoring in her lovely mouth as she waved to us. Nah, I thought. Everyone was young once. Each of us also thinks he...