"You may not believe this, Cindy--but you are."
She trembled. He felt wetness on his shoulder. Damned if she wasn't crying! s**t! No girl had ever shed a tear over him before ... It put a tightness in his throat, and again he experienced a deep compassion for this long-legged creature who had obviously led such a double life . . . who had not learned the little ways so many girls had, cooing and gurgling and talking f**k words. She was not putting on a goddamned act, as so many did.
Oh, he tells all the girls that, she thought, dreamily. But I adore it, anyway. God! I have to stop this childish tear business. A sophisticated stud like him wants a lively, interesting bedmate, not a heavy scene!
Someday he would marry one of the more attractive and mod young things--probably one with a ri
