The guys exhibited a well-rehearsed swagger as they displayed their girlfriends proudly for all to see. I could relate. They seemed to be talking my language. As I strolled the boardwalk with Kate, I noticed other guys casting admiring glances her way. Sometimes they would turn around to take a second look. ‘Sorry, but she belongs exclusively to me,’ I said silently to myself. For a time, the world seemed to be a happy, loving place. Later that weekend there was a barbeque at Kate’s parent’s shore house. I remember it well as I am sure I always will. The sun shone brilliantly in the bright blue sky casting reflections upon the ocean waves. Kate’s sisters were walking around with their boyfriends in tow. The couples seemed inseparable. The adults did their thing, huddled around the beer keg or playing horse shoes. Creedence Clearwater Revival blared from a portable Panasonic eight-track player. The smell of hot dogs and burgers on the grill mingled with the salty air. Kate walked. The fabric was a smooth, shimmery black except for the crotch, which had been stained white with-He slammed the drawer as fast as he could, and stood up."Marty? Hon? Are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost." Kristen was looking at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, but if she knew what he'd seen, nothing of it was revealed elsewhere in her face, which was a mask of concern."Yeah, I'm alright." He gave her a weak smile. "Here's your shoes," he waved them at the secretary."Can you bring 'em over? I don't want to get my feet dirty on this awful old carpet." Sure." Glad to get away from her desk, Martin walked out from behind it and proffered the shoes to her in an outstretched arm."You're not going to put them on for me?" Kristen asked, glossy pink mouth screwed up in an exaggerated pout. She unhooked her foot and wiggled it in front of him; looking down, he could see that her toenails had been detailed with tiny hearts against the shocking pink."Uh-" he started to say,.
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