Chapter XII
Triumphant
Champ helped Doreen into a cab, kissed her deeply, withdrew, said, “I’ll see you in Texas,” and shut the door. The sensual, uniformly pink-haired businesswoman waved good-bye through the cab’s rear window and was gone.
For two days and nights, Champ and Doreen had enjoyed each other’s company in a largely physical manner: kissing, nibbling, biting, tasting, engulfing, thrusting, exploding, melting and embracing. Their potential as a couple did not transcend the bedroom, drinks and comedy sheaves, and early on, they had both acknowledged and accepted this limitation.
Sucking basil udon, the garbage man walked south on a raised sidewalk, glanced at the stone hotel from which he had recently emerged and nodded a salutation.
Champ felt like a champion.
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