Hank and Donna spent the rest of what little time they had left reveling in their new-found sense of mutual commitment. As she was leaving, there was no big kiss, but rather a long and passionately felt hug. Slightly wet-eyed, she flashed a big smile, and left.
Hank was feeling like Gene Kelly doing his iconic "Singing In The Rain", dance, bursting with energy, gleeful with joy, and madly in love.
He drank a small glass of green Gatorade (s*x can rob you of electrolytes, he thought with a smile) and then headed for the Club, needing to have a talk with Bubba. It was dark out now, and the New England night air had a real bite to it. Hank raised the collar of his dark brown Air Force type short leather jacket to shield the back of his neck against the gradually strengthening breeze.
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