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Cheaters talk about cheating -- 989 words |
βDo you think it's possible that you can not mention your wife or refer to her in any way whatsoever for five minutes? A lousy five minutes? I just want five minutes without hearing about her.β βI'm sorry, I didn't realize.β βSo
you think of her even when you're not thinking of her?β βYou
didn't answer me. You think of her when you're not thinking of
her?β βThat
was just a way to get you here. I wanted you because you're smart.
I'm turned on by smart. I didn't realize there would be this
obsession with getting caught.β βOh,
excuse me. I'm married, too. It's not suicide for me?β βMaybe
the risk is too much for you? Maybe we ought to break it off? Are
you trying to break it off, Joseph?β βThis goddamn snowstorm might just keep you here anyway, Baby. Look at that wind! Why don't we go out in my jeep and get warm, Honey, like in the old days. I think I have a pair of those net stockings in the car. I swear I don't know why men like those things but they work like magic!β βDon't do this, Julia. I have to get on that plane.β βI
don't control the snowstorms.β βTrying
to make me jealous?β βWe
have to keep it this way, at least for now.β βYou know, Julia, I have this funny feeling that if I did divorce my wife, if I did throw away everything just to be with you, you'd keep those net stockings on hand for the next guy you meet at the airport.β βI just follow my heart, Joseph. Follow it to the letter.β βI see myself sitting home watching a Patriots game and my beautiful wife Julia, who talks dirty to me when its my turn, has to run to the store and she's gone for a few hours and when she gets back, the net stockings are hanging over the back seat.β βNow you're talking, Lover. Let's go out to my Jeep and I'll talk to you the way you like it, how cheap and dirty I feel and how nobody does it the way you do, how I see you across the room and can think of nothing but how I'm going to get you before I explode right then and there.β βThis
is what I mean. How can I not come back?β βJesus, Julia, just stop because I've got to go and you're killing me with this.β βThey're lining up now. Time to go if you're going to, honey. I hate it, but you know, I'll wait for you, maybe. I'll put off all the others, I promise.β βI get it. I'll be back as soon as I can.β βOkay,
honey. I don't want you to be late home. The little missy is
probably all wet waiting for you.β βI will. I don't have a choice.β
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