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pushed his hand away. “What’s the matter? Don’t you still love me?”
    “Eric, my daddy was murdered. Somebody poisoned him. His funeral was just yesterday.”
    “He was murdered! Damn! Ain’t that a bitch! Take your clothes off, let’s get busy.”
    Ruth Ann shot him a cold look. “For your information, Daddy and I were real close. You wouldn’t understand.” She covered her eyes and started crying. “I miss him so much!”
    “I miss him, too,” tugging on the trench coat. Good girl, he thought as he slid the coat down her shoulders.
    To his surprise, Ruth Ann sported a blue skin-tight jumpsuit underneath the coat; crying loudly now, her sobs drowning out Johnny Bravo begging for a date. Even in her distress, he wanted her.
    Ruth Ann was an attractive woman. Coal-black hair fell loosely to her shoulders. Brown eyes below pencil-thin eyebrows slanted upward, giving her a slightly Asian appearance. Her complexion resembled liquid caramel, creamy smooth. Figure curved in all the right places, especially in the rear.
    What mostly fascinated Eric was her mouth. Lips full and sensuous, almost always sporting a sparkling cherry sheen. When she talked her lips barely moved, concealing her t eeth, straight and snow white.
    He hugged her. “It’s going to be all right, baby. I’m here.” He palmed her breast and she pushed his hand away.
    She stopped crying and said, “I’ve been doing some thinking, some serious thinking.”
    “Is that right?”
    “Yes, I have. Daddy’s death triggered my conscience. I’ve allowed my moral compass to shift to depravity and self-gratification.”
    “Yeah,” Eric said, not having a clue what the hell she was talking about. “Me, too.”
    “Really? You feel the same way?”
    “Yeah, hell yeah! I feel the same way you do. Now let’s get naked.” He pulled her to him and started kissing her neck, then tried to push her onto the bed.
    “Stop!” Ruth Ann shouted, pulling free.
    “What’s the matter, baby? We don’t have much time. I took two Levitras and rented this room for an hour.”
    “Didn’t you just say you felt the same as I do, guilty and ashamed? Morally depleted?”
    “I did?” When did I say all that? “No, I didn’t!”
    Ruth Ann got up and went into the bathroom. Eric kicked off his sandals, hopped out of his baggy short pants and snatched off his V-neck T-shirt. He lay on the bed stark naked, his erection pointing north.
    Ruth Ann stepped out, drying her face with a washcloth. She glanced at Eric, then sat down in the chair next to the bed.
    “C’mon, baby,” Eric said, patting the bed. “I’ll make you feel better, all tingly inside.”
    “Eric, you’re not listening. I can’t do this anymore. My sister, your son’s mother--I can’t do this anymore, not in good conscience. It’s wrong. It was wrong from the start. This should not have happened. I can’t do this anymore.”
    Eric sat up. “Okay. I’ll start using a damn rubber.”
    “No. Listen to what I’m saying. I cannot do this anymore. You hear me? I cannot do this anymore! Shirley’s my sister and technically she’s your wife. We can still be friends, but the hanky-panky is over. We were lucky no one got hurt. No longer we have to worry about Shirley or Lester finding out about us. You see what I’m saying? No more guilt feelings. We can live a moral life. You see what I’m saying?”
    Eric wasn’t listening, watching his erection shrink slowly but surely. 
    He stood up directly in front of her. “One for the road, okay? Just once more, and then we’ll start being friends.” He was on the rise again. “Come on, baby.”
    Ruth Ann shook her head.
    “C’mon, Ruth Ann, one more time. Look, he’s all excited.” Ruth Ann closed her eyes. Damn…double damn! She was so close. “Ruth Ann, look at me.”
    Shaking her head emphatically: “No, Eric!”
    He moved closer and brushed himself against the side of her face.
    “No, Eric!” and pushed him. He fell onto the bed.