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thighs around him so that he would never leave her ever even when she had finally left herself.
    Were the neighbors watching? Would this come up in the next homeowner's association meeting? What can they do to us anyway? At our age, lust is more of an achievement than a vice.
    They relaxed against each other, and he slipped out of her, and he felt her arms fall away. He looked into her face, and it broke his heart all over again. She was neither offended nor frightened. Only lost again.
    He hugged her and rubbed against her, but she was the lost docile love doll again. He stepped away from her, and she had that worried look, discovering herself nude and wet, while he drew the curtains closed.
    "There," he said to her, gesturing toward the bed. "Why don't you just sit a second while I fix all this up? I'll get—aw shit, Aimee. Aw, shit. I'll get your diaper, hon."
    She stood still, uncomprehending, and he kissed her on the cheek. He led her to the bed and pressed on her shoulders until she sat. There was a small trail of his spunk coming from her pussy, and he took some Kleenex from the bed stand and offered it to her. She looked at it. He tugged a few more tissues from the box and pulled at her hips to bring her closer to the edge of the bed. She looked down and watched as he wiped away his sauce from her pussy.
    After a moment, it was clean. He couldn't resist and kissed her belly, and then got down on his knees and softly pressed his face against her damp delta of wiry hair.
    "Where is your wife?"
    "Right here, Aimee," he murmured into her cleft. "She's right here, and I love her fine. That's you, Aimee."
    "Oh," she said, with what sounded like surprise. "Woo hoo!"
    He looked up at her with tears in his eyes. "Woo hoo."
    "Yes." She smiled, and for a moment, her eyes were bright with recognition.
    "Think of it as a prayer," he whispered. Slowly he rose to his feet again, and his knees hurt, but he felt happy and relaxed and infinitely lonely.
    "Diaper time, Aimee," he said, more to himself. "Lay down, please. Lay down on our fine fucking bed, Aimee. Let me look at you laying down for a minute. I just want to see how you look that way."
    Aimee sprawled across the bed luxuriously, lifting a knee, letting her legs fall open for him to see, her fine and generous breasts spread out over her chest. He stood over her, enjoying the view, loving her. She saw his eyes on her, raised her arms over her head, and smiled at him, nude, seductive, obscenely pliant and innocent.
    In the kitchen on the idiot radio, sang Bob Dylan:
     
... with her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls... She takes just like a woman. Yes, she does, and she makes love, just like a woman ... Yes, she does ...
     
    "Time to rest, Aimee." he said. "Maybe we'll pass through Mobile again in the morning."
    "Sure." She smiled wickedly and raised her arms higher, half closing her eyes for him.
    He went into the kitchen to turn off all the lights and the radio—and to bring her a fresh diaper.
     
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    Here comes another one. The dreaded soccer mom approaches my counter with a too-big smile and a weird, hungry look in her eye. I smile back because I have to.
    "Hello," I say again, because I have to be polite. That's my job. I'm a liquor store clerk.
    "Hey, sweetheart. How are you today?" she asks while moistening her lips with her tongue.
    Horrible! I'm trapped here day in and day out kowtowing to skanks like you! Instead, I just say, "Fine."
    She keeps talking. I nod and smile as I ring up her expensive wine so she can impress her friends at the party tonight and her cheap vodka so she can get really good and toasted after they leave—or maybe before. I am constantly compromising myself here, but it isn't as bad as it could be. They let me wear my hair long. Sometimes having long auburn hair that's naturally curly isn't as much of a blessing as you would think. It seems to