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another kid to bribe.
    "I don't think so," Lynn said, her eyes glued to the screen.
    Nemiroff wondered if she would do it without the popcorn. Then he realized that it just wouldn't be the same without the popcorn, and if he couldn't have it that way, he didn't want it at all. He sat through the rest of the movie in silence.
     
    After the movie they stopped off for a few beers and hero sandwiches. Nemiroff carefully picked out all of the onions from his sandwich. There was still the ride home, and who knew what might happen. He watched Lynn pick up all of his discarded onions and shovel them into her mouth. Nemiroff ordered a small plate of raw onions for himself. Two can play at that game, he thought.
    He noticed that Lynn kept ducking out of his way every time he tried to speak to her. It became very disconcerting. "What's the matter?" he finally asked.
    "I don't want you to get sick on me," she said.
    Nemiroff laughed nervously. "How about going down to look at the water?" Nemiroff asked.
    "I'm sure it's still there," Lynn said. "Why don't you take me home?" She noticed that Nemiroff had already turned down the road that led to the water.
    "We're almost there," he said. "We might as well go the rest of the way." He hoped she had gotten the double-entendre. She evidently had, because Nemiroff just caught her before she jumped from the car. Nemiroff drove the rest of the way holding onto her arm and parked the car near the edge of the water.
    "You haven't said a word all night," Nemiroff said, turning to her.
    "I know," she said, trying to find the door handle.
    "Do I bore you?"
    "Yes."
    "Then what is it?" he went on, ignoring her answer. Nemiroff knew that she must have guessed he was Jewish, that's why she didn't like him.
    Lynn suddenly realized that the door handle was missing.
    "It's in the glove compartment," Nemiroff said.
    Lynn reached out for the glove compartment.
    "And that's locked," he said, bringing her to a halt "Why don't we just talk a little?"
    Nemiroff leaned over and grabbed her, forcing her down on the seat.
    "I thought you wanted to talk." She was trying to defend herself.
    "How can I talk with your hands around my throat?" He was starting to gag.
    "If I let go, do you promise to behave yourself?" His face was turning purple.
    "I promise."
    Lynn released her grip. Nemiroff lunged at her. He grabbed her head and tried to kiss her. A burst of onions exploded in his face. Nemiroff choked again. A little bad breath wasn't going to stop him now. He put his face close to hers and blew in it. She choked. They kept blowing onions in each other's faces until they both were faint Nemiroff realized she was weakening. So did she. "O.K., Nemiroff, you win," she said. "Just get up a minute will you?"
    He got up.
    Lynn reached down and started to pull up her dress. She wiggled it past her thighs and slipped her panties off. Nemiroff could hardly believe it. Wait'll he saw Marshall the next day. He fumbled with his belt as Lynn laid back down on the seat, draping one leg over the seat, the other over the steering wheel. Nemiroff started to climb on her. It wasn't the same as the popcorn, but it would do. Lynn let out a yell as he climbed on top of her.
    "What's the matter?" Nemiroff asked.
    "My leg," Lynn said.
    "What about your leg?"
    "It's caught in the steering wheel." She yelled again as Nemiroff shifted his weight. "Get off me, you stupid son of a bitch."
    Nemiroff got off. "Try and move it now."
    Lynn struggled. "I can't It's stuck."
    Nemiroff examined the foot that was caught between the metal bars of the steering wheel. "You've got to get it out" Nemiroff whined. "How the hell am I going to drive back home with your foot caught in my steering wheel?"
    "That's your problem," she stated.
    "Christ" he cried, "get your goddamn leg out of there." He pulled on her foot. He gave up when she yelled again. "I have to get home," he said. "I have to work tomorrow."
    "What about my foot?" she asked.
    "I'll see if I can