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"God knows, I never intended for this to happen,
Jim," she said.
"Wasn't I enough for you?" he asked. "I thought we've always had a
great sex life. Where did you meet him? How old is he? How
long has
it been going on?"
"Almost three months," she replied. "He's twenty-six and I met him at
work."
"Well, at least I'm not old enough to be his father," Jim said
sarcastically.
"He's a truck driver," Linda went on. "He was unloading his
truck
when I went out on the dock to get Mr. Sanders."
"Just like that? You walk out on the dock and decide you want to take
this young truck driver to bed?" he asked incredulously.
"It wasn't like that," she said defensively. "We were only friendly at
first. Then he began to get friendlier and.....then you were gone on a
trip out of town and he jokingly asked me if I wanted to see his
etchings. He meant show me the inside of his truck. It's a
sleeper."
"Geezusss, Linda, you climbed up in the guy's truck right there on the
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