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This is the CWP 5 ... with a carry over from CWP 1





Trixie's Fling ...




Glenn squashed himself in to the inadequate plastic chair the hospital waiting room provided, knowing that it would be several hours before Mark would be released, maybe not even until tomorrow. In their business, Glenn knew a concussion when he saw one, and there was the cut on the head that Mark had gotten that had to be cared for as well.

Bored after only 5 minutes, Glenn glanced at the clock - then looked around the room. On the main desk there was a cheerful bunch of yellow and pink roses, as well as an oversized stuffed teddy. Fussing around with the roses was a petite blonde with bouncy curls. Pretty girl he thought to himself I wonder if all of that stuff is for her. He laughed at himself; he was actually feeling a little jealous. Get over it Glenn. He turned away and glanced up at the TV; "King Kong” was on. He turned his attention back to the blonde at the desk.


"Hey Trixie!" Molly whispered, sidling up to her fellow volunteer and elbowing her in the side, "It looks like you have an admirer!"

"Huh?" Trixie glanced around, "what are you talking about Moll?"

"That big HOT guy in the corner! He's been looking at you for the last ten minutes!"

"What big hot guy?" Trixie covertly peered through the roses and scanned the few people in the waiting room.

Molly rolled her eyes "Jeez Trix, you can't miss him – Mr. Muscles there in the corner" she whispered impatiently, "the one that came in with Mr. Calaway."

"OH!" Trixie's eyes bugged a little. "Gleeps - he is big!" Trixie giggled. "I hope he isn't going to stalk me!"

"I wish he would stalk me!" Molly murmured fervently.

"You're awful ..." Trixie slapped Molly's arm playfully.

Molly shook her head in mock disgust "I'm for a Java!"

Left to her own devices again, Trixie sneaked another look at the big man in the corner. Damn, look at those arms - Moll was right, that guy is HOT. Trixie giggled at herself; almost, but not quite feeling a little bit guilty. So what if I have a bit of a perv? It's not like Jim has made any moves on me ... hehe ... I wonder what kind of moves this guy would use! Oh my, he's standing up! Shit! How tall can you get? Gleeps - look at those legs - he must be a weight lifter or something. Oooh, yeah, turn around and let me look at that butt. Hmmm, who looks good in jeans then - I wonder what you look like out of them. Ooooh, that's right, pace around a bit, oh yeah, stretch those arms over your head. DAMN! TAKE YOUR T-SHIRT OFF BOY! Trixie shook her head. There must be something else that I can do besides work myself up over some stranger.

Grabbing a stack of files, she started sorting through them quickly.



Glenn had been entertaining himself by watching Trixie for quite some time now, particularly the way her uniform fit her so nicely without being overly tight. Right now another woman was talking to her, and they seemed to be jokingly debating something.


"You go and tell him!" Trixie insisted, starting to blush.

"No way!" Molly was just as insistent. "I have waaaay to much to do here -"

"You're drinking coffee," Trixie protested.

"As I was saying," Molly raised an eyebrow "I have waaaay to much to do here, this is good Joe - and nothing is going to interrupt my pleasure in it. So YOU can go and tell Mr. Muscles over there that Mr. Calaway is going to spend the night!"

"But ..." Trixie knew she was lost.

"No buts" Molly pretended to be stern.

"OK". Trixie glared at her friend "I hope you choke on the coffee!"


Trixie made her way over to "Mr. Muscles" slowly What is your problem, its not like you've never spoken to a man before ... OK, so he's really hot, and muscular, and has really nice brown hair in a pony tail, and a cute goatee. So what? Hmm. Trixie was now standing directly in front of him, forcing herself and feeling like bit of a fool, she finally spoke "Uhm, you came in with Mr. Calaway?"

He nodded "That's right, when will he be released?"

Oh - my - god. What a voice. Gaaah, look at those eyes! "Not until tomorrow morning I'm afraid, Mr. ...?" Trixie was quickly gaining confidence.

"Jacobs - Glenn Jacobs. You can call me Glenn."

Trixie's insides melted. Lordy me, pass me a fan someone - he's even got sexy teeth! "Well ... Glenn ... if you would like to come back, say, mid-morning. He will be ready to go then."

"I can do that" he stood then, towering above her, and held out his hand "I didn't catch your name."

Trixie blushed. "I'm Trixie," she managed to get out as she looked down at her hand, which was being held by his. His hands were so big that hers looked like a 10 year olds in them, but his fingers were nicely boned - and overall they were attractive hands. Not like some of the big meaty specimens that she had seen on larger men. I wonder what they would feel like- she cut herself off. Don't go there.

"Trixie," he repeated, smiling down at her, "until tomorrow then!"

"Uhm, yes, tomorrow." But I'm not here tomorrow ... I have to be! Damn it! I'll talk to Moll - she'll get me on the roster!



Three hours later.


Trixie stepped into the hot bath gratefully. The scent of the vanilla candles enveloped her and she took a deep breath. She then let it out in a huge sigh of relief. Glenn Jacobs, Glenn Jacobs. That's a pretty normal name for a guy like that. Silly cow, what did you think? He would have a strange name or something. Trixie stretched luxuriously. That was one fine set of hands though - beautiful long fingers. Trixie started to doze off, her mind filling with visions of muscular arms and thighs.



Weary from the day, Glenn flopped unceremoniously on the hotel bed. Flipping on the radio he heard the words

Would you know my name if I saw you in heaven?

Glenn grimaced and pushed another button.

Come as you are, as you were, As I want you to be.

He tired again.

As we swayed to the music, and held to each other, I fell in love with you...

He rolled his eyes. Anne Murray? No thanks! He gave up. Too much depressing crap on tonight … I think I’ll read.

He spied a neatly wrapped package. Ahhh, this must be the book Lance said he’d grab for me on that e-bay Auction.

Before long, Glenn was involved in Inside the Hurricane: Face to Face with Natures Deadliest Storms. Or at least he was trying to be. Other things kept on springing to mind.

Like sparkling blue eyes and shiny blonde curls.



Glenn stood outside the hospital doors, taking a couple of deep breaths and carefully adjusting his denim shirt. You idiot! What the hell do you think you are doing? So she's cute, so what? Never the less, he quickly checked his reflection in the doors before he pushed them open and walked in.


"Psst - look who's here!" Molly stage whispered at Trixie, grinning from ear to ear.

"Gleeps, would you be quiet already! I feel like I'm in high-school for heaven sake!" Trixie admonished, unconsciously patting her hair to make sure that it wasn't in too bad a state.

"Hmmm," Molly eyed her suspiciously, "looks like someone put a bit more effort into herself today!"

"Are you saying that I usually look like shit?" Trixie countered.

"Whatever" Molly replied dismissively. "Well, I have to tear apart my filing cabinet … I’ve misplaced my tax statement and I really need to find it - I'm afraid that you'll have to deal with the counter for a while." With that she was gone.

"Bitch," Trixie laughed to herself, and then she carefully schooled her expression to something a little more professional and dignified.


"Good Morning, Mr. Jacobs," Trixie smiled, and managed not to blush. Upon seeing him up close again she remembered the dreams that have invaded her sleep all of the last night.

"Please, call me Glenn ... is Mark ready to go yet?" Damn, please say no.

Trixie glanced down at a clip-board. "He should be ready to go in just a moment. You can go and wait for him if you want. He's in room 209."

"Thank you, Trixie" Shit.



“You’re late,” Mark growled at his friend.

“Yeah, yeah. I had to change a tire.” Glenn snapped.

"Hey man, what's eating you?" Mark asked, smirking slightly. Glenn looked a little pissed.

"Nothing."

"Bullshit," Mark stated.

Glenn glared at his best friend "If you must know, there's a REALLY good looking woman downstairs ... I mean really cute ... with titties like ‘Boom’, and the biggest blue eyes that you have ever seen."

Mark laughed loudly "She has titties like ‘Boom’ and you were looking at her eyes?"

"Shut up."

"So ask her out."

"I can't," Glenn protested.

"Why not? You got all dressed up for her, ask her out!" Glenn was a good friend, and a great person to work with - but sometimes Mark just wanted to kick his head in.

"I did not dress up for her!"

Mark merely raised one auburn eyebrow at Glenn and pulled his long hair into a quick tail. "Whatever. Are we going to get out of here or what?"

"Sure," Glenn grumbled.



"If you could just sign these release forms, Mr. Calaway," Trixie said, handing him a pen, "then you can be on your way.” Holy shit - show us your tatts! You're almost as big as Glenn. What is this - the giant guys club or something? Hmm, she spied something on his neck, I've seen that tatt somewhere before - now where the hell was it?

"Thank you Miss Belden." Mark glanced over at Glenn and raised his brows expressively. Ask her out man! his expression said.

He purposely took his time reading over the release papers, smirking a little at the way Glenn was shuffling his feet. Unable to put it off any longer, he signed the forms and handed them all back to Trixie.

She barely even noticed him, as she was too busy trying not to ogle.



Mark suddenly stopped by the car "Oh, Damn!"

"What?" Glenn was still looking pissed.

"I stole the pretty Girl’s pen - you'd better go and give it back to her!" Mark was smirking again.

Glenn couldn't help laughing. "You stole it, go and give it to her yourself!"

"Nope," he handed the pen over, "you do it. And ask her out for fuck sake - you know you want too!"

Glenn snatched the pen away from his best friend. "Fine."



"Hello again," Trixie smiled at him, absurdly relieved that something had bought him back.

Glenn flushed uncharacteristically and held out the pen. "Uh, Mark accidentally walked out with this."

As Trixie took the pen their fingers brushed, and she felt a little jolt of electricity run through her. Wow.

Ask her you dickhead! "I was wondering" he paused, glancing around, feeling like an idiot. "I was wondering if you would like to come to dinner with me tonight?" the words came out in a rush. Oh yeah, real smooth man!

Trixie looked a little surprised. HELL YEAH. "Well, sure, that would be nice." Nice? Are you for desert?



The volunteers’ coffee lounge.


"So give me the goss," Molly demanded, bouncing up and down in front of Trixie.

"Not much to tell really," Trixie replied coyly.

Molly ground her teeth in frustration. "Bullshit girl! You were taking a pen from Mr. Muscles one second, and then you walk in here with a goofy look all over your face."

"That's a natural expression." Trixie crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

Molly was hit with inspiration and quickly ran to the bar fridge. "Guess what I have here?" she demanded.

Trixie sighed. "What?"

"Pecan Pie," Molly stated, waggling it under Trixie's nose.

Trixie automatically reached out, but Molly snatched it away from her. "Nuh-ha - not until you tell me what is going on."

"No fair!"

"So?" Molly sniffed exaggeratedly. "hmmm!"

"Bitch!" Trixie chuckled. "OK, so we're going out for dinner tonight - its no biggy!"





At home with Trixie.


"What the hell am I going to wear?" Trixie wailed to the empty apartment. “What the hell are you doing?” she suddenly asked herself, plopping down on the bed. Trixie wasn't an especially introspective person by nature, but she always liked to know what she was about - and suddenly she had a lot of questions for herself. You have been in love with Jim for years - why are you getting so excited over Glenn? She grinned to herself. Cause he's really hot! Surely there is nothing wrong with having dinner with an extremely attractive man. Anyway, she argued with herself, he told me that he's leaving town tomorrow afternoon. What's the harm in dinner? The disagreeable imp in her head replied, But you've been lusting! "So What?" she said aloud. Shaking her head at herself, she suddenly grabbed a lightweight black v-neck and matching black fitted pants. This will do nicely.


Glenn paced outside Trixie's door nervously. What the hell is your problem, man? You're Glenn Jacobs - why are you so nervous? So she's cute! OK, she's gorgeous! Get over it and ring the damn bell! Just enjoy your dinner and stop being such a geek!


Trixie smoothed her hair from her face quickly and opened the door. Gleeps. "Hello Glenn," she smiled pleasantly, "did you find the place OK?"

Boom! "You look lovely," he blurted. "Uh, yeah, I found the place fine..." he paused as Trixie started to giggle; the sound was bewitching. Tilting his head to one side, he felt a moment of confusion.

"I'm sorry," Trixie stifled her giggling momentarily. "You look really nice too ..." More than nice - yummo! Her voice trailed off for a minute, then she continued. "We match." she couldn't help giggling again.

Glenn looked down at himself, then over at her, and couldn't help smiling. He was wearing a black turtleneck and pants.

"Great minds think alike," he stated, grinning broadly. "Shall we go?" he said as he offered her his arm.



As they entered the foyer of the F. Illi Ponte Ristorante, Trixie glanced around in appreciation. She had heard of this place - but as yet hadn't had the opportunity to dine here.

Her attention was bought back by the maitre de speaking to Glenn. "You are a few minutes early, Mr. Jacobs - perhaps you would like to retire to the piano lounge while you await your table? Perhaps also a small drink, compliments of the house naturally."

Glenn nodded politely. "That will do nicely Giovanni – thank you!"


The piano bar was something else again. The light and breezy decor had surprised Trixie, who expected all piano lounges to be a bit dark, but this place was done in muted terra-cotta's and mossy greens. The effect was pleasing, and she settled comfortably into an overstuffed lounge.

Giovanni had promptly went to the bar once he had seen them seated, and was now approaching them with a small tray. He set it down efficiently before leaving them to their own devices.

Glenn was at a loss for words, again. What is it about this woman turns you into such a dolt? He raged at himself, SAY SOMETHING. Despairing at himself, he leaned over quickly and handed Trixie a glass of the bubbling liquid.

"Thank you." Trixie sipped gratefully, her eyes widening a little as she did so. “That’s it!”

Glenn couldn't help laughing. "What?"

"Oh, I’m sorry!" she blushed slightly. “Your friend, Mr. Calaway . . .”

“Mark” Glenn put in.

“OK, Mark. He has a tattoo that I’ve seen before.”

Glenn grinned suddenly, looking boyish. "Mark has a lot of tattoos.”

Trixie giggled. "He does at that. You wouldn’t happen to know where he got the one of the birds on his neck?" she asked, her bump of curiosity getting the better of her.

"Last time we were here in New York, about four months ago," he thought back. “He disappeared for a day, and then came back with the tatt. He didn’t say anything about it though. But he looked really heart-broken for a while. I did ask … but he never told me a thing.”

“Really?” Trixie mused for a moment. “It’s probably just a coincidence. My best friend has one just like it. Same spot too. When I asked her about it, she just smiled a funny little smile and said ‘It’s a secret’.”

“Did you ever find out?” Glenn was curious as hell now.

“No, I never did,” Trixie admitted. She glanced over Glenn’s shoulder. “Oh, here comes the maitre de.”


The dining room was decorated in the same manner as the piano lounge, with the addition of bare-oak beams running across the ceiling. The tables were big enough to fit the necessary dining ware on them, but still small enough to be cozy. Trixie and Glenn had gotten over their previous discomfiture, were now talking like old friends, and were about three fourths of the way though their meal.

"How is the baby chicken?" Trixie asked mischievously. Being a country girl at heart, she had no problems eating chicken of any age ... but somehow the description of the "Poletto al Mattone" had made her feel sorry for the poor little creatures.

"The ‘oven roasted baby chicken’ is wonderful," Glenn replied with a grin, barely restraining the desire to stick his tongue out at her. "How is the calamari?"

"Wonderful - I honestly don't know how I'm going to move after such a fabulous dinner. Thank you so much for bring me here, Glenn."

"The pleasure is all mine! But the meal isn't over yet," he protested. "There is no way that I am leaving this place without desert!"

Trixie's eyes lit up. "Desert?" She was a Belden after all.



Trixie knew that she was in trouble; BIG trouble. Sitting across a table from Glenn, having good food to concentrate on was one thing - but this was something else entirely. Now they were strolling through Manhattan, slowly making their way back to Trixie's apartment, having decided to forgo the usual taxi in favor of the unseasonably balmy night. This guy is just too hot for words. Nice too, Trixie thought to herself.

Come on man, think of something else to do! Glenn racked his brains. Damn, I can’t ask her to stop somewhere for a snack – I’ll sound like a real pig! “Its still pretty early” Glenn finally said, “would you like to stop for a drink somewhere?”

“That would be nice” Trixie agreed. Phew – don’t have to go home yet! “Did you have anywhere in mind?”

Glen pondered for a moment “Well, the Bubble Lounge isn’t far from here so how about we head over there? It’s still early enough that we should be able to get a table.”

“That sounds good actually – they do some really good food there as well!” Trixie enthused, then looked a little surprised when Glenn burst out laughing. “What?”

Glenn threw an arm around her and gave her a gentle squeeze “I was going to suggest going for a snack – but I didn’t because I thought you might think that I’m a pig!”

Trixie giggled as well. “Does that mean that I’m a pig?”

“No,” he replied, pulling her closer, “it means that you are my kind of woman – someone that likes to eat!”

“Ooookay,” Trixie nodded, “so lets go and eat then!”



Glenn felt like he was going crazy.

The Lounge had been more crowed than he had thought it would be at that time of night, but they had still managed to find somewhere to sit. Unfortunately, or fortunately – depending on how you look at it, Trixie was practically sitting on his lap. Not that he was complaining mind you – he had an excellent view down her top.

That was the problem though. The combination of the two glasses of champagne he had drunk, the heat in the room generated by everyone else, the “over-excited” (as Trixie had commented) central heating, the woman sitting almost on top of him biting into grapes and cheese AND the view of her cleavage left him struggling to maintain the “cool and composed” demeanor that he wanted to achieve very badly.

Damn, he though to himself, why did I have to suggest this place? Trixie chose that moment to lean over and take another grape, affording him an eyeful of cleavage and lacy black underwear. Boom! We have lift off. He watched, entranced, as she placed the grape between her teeth and bit it clean in half.

“What?” Trixie demanded, giggling a little from the champagne, having noticed him watching her so intently. “Do I have parsley in my teeth or something?”

Glenn just gazed at her, mute. Then to her complete surprise, he leaned forward a little and brushed his lips over hers experimentally.

Trixie’s eyes widened a little, and Glenn backed off quickly.

“Oh Trixie, I’m sorry – I really shouldn’t have done that!” he offered quickly.

“No you shouldn’t have,” she agreed, the corners of her mouth twitching upward. But I’m glad that you did.

“I’m really sorry,” he repeated.

“Don’t be …” Her lips met his lightly. “I like it,” she murmured; dropping small kisses along his jaw, stopping near his ear. “Do it again”.

Glenn was lost. She was teasing that spot just below his ear.

He reached one hand up to touch her hair, while the other gently guided her face back up to his. “Good,” he stated quietly.

Their lips met tentatively at first, and then with ever growing confidence. Trixie felt that she might melt on the spot as he gently nibbled on her lower lip, and she pulled away briefly for a moment “Glenn …” she sighed.

“Let’s get out of here.” His voice held a decidedly husky note to it.



They had been silent the entire ride home, excluding when Trixie had given the cabbie her address and when Glenn had paid the fare. They had remained touching though; their hands, their legs, his arms wrapped around her, her cheek on his chest.

The door was shut. They were alone. Silently they gazed at each other, both of them wanting the other to make the first move. Glenn stepped forward, placing his hands on her shoulders. He made her feel so small. Boldly she pulled his face down to meet hers and brushed her lips over his. A sigh escaped him, as he deepened the kiss, claiming her. Trixie’s mind started to spin as his tongue slid into her mouth, demanding entry.

Not needing to think about it, she acquiesced. A distant part of her mind pondered the fact that a mere kiss from this man could turn her knees to jelly. Her hands roved over his shoulders, and then her fingers traced the muscles down his arms, all the way to his long fingered hands. He pulled her closer to him, possessively, making her feel a primitive urge to surrender to him.

“I need you, Trix.” It was as if the world had stopped for him.

He kissed her face, her lips, her neck and her hands, and then suddenly, without thinking about it, Trixie stood up and led him to her room.

She turned to him. “I want you too.”

With amazing tenderness, considering his size, Glenn laid her on the bed. As he undressed her he ran his hands slowly over her silky skin, until she pulled him down to her.

I could fall in love with you

Trixie looked up at Glenn with almost a schoolgirl sense of wonder after he got her top and pants off. It made him feel things he knew he shouldn’t be feeling during a mere fling. As he continued to touch her, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. It was genuine in a way he seldom saw. There was nothing forced about it like it often seemed from women just trying to seem like they were really into it.

Glenn caught his breath and found himself shaking like an inexperienced schoolboy when she pulled him even closer and began to slowly writhe. Lightning shot throughout his body and with each breath he drew in, he felt a rush that rose straight from his chest to his head. He hadn’t felt like this since the very first time he had ever gone this far, and the return of this almost forgotten feeling made his eyes open wide with wonder.

Trixie shifted until she caught his eyes again and then gently pulled his head down with her hand until they were kissing. As if reading his mind, Trixie then reached down and began to unbutton his pants to relieve the constriction he felt. With strength he didn’t realize she had, she rolled him off of her and onto his back, and began to undress him, frequently stopping to kiss what she uncovered. Glenn was tingly all over and didn’t have the presence of mind to even think in words anymore. As soon as she had him undressed, Trixie quickly unsnapped the clasp on the front of her bra and curled up on top of his naked body like a purring cat, massaging his very well formed torso with her bare breasts and perky nipples.

Glenn let out his breath explosively and reached up with his hands to touch her. Trixie let out a soft moan of delight and continued to writhe and rub harder as he massaged her body. One of her hands slid down the front of his abs, reaching lower and lower until she firmly, but strongly grabbed his member and began to rub it with clenching strokes. Glenn’s hands roamed down until he was kneading her bottom through the back of her underwear, and then he slowly worked his way around until he was stroking her swollen button through the front.

The fabric grew damp until it was soaked, and Trixie became more and more vocal about how much she was enjoying this, until she could do nothing more than breath hard and clutch at his sides. She finally rolled off of him long enough to wiggle out of her underwear, and as he straddled him again, she slid herself onto him, burying him deep inside of her.

Glenn closed his eyes and could see stars and lightning as blood rushed to his head and to his throbbing member. Trixie, still sitting up, began to rock her hips and ride him. The tip of his member began to feel tingly in a way that set him on fire as she rubbed up against him inside of her. The rest of his skin seemed cold by comparison, and he finally reached up with his arms indicating he wanted to feel the rest of her up against him. Trixie smiled adoringly and carefully leaned forward. Her skin seemed hot to the touch when she was up against him again, and she let out another soft cry of delight as he cradled her with his arms and began to meet the rocking of her hips with gentle thrusts with his own. This went on until it seemed like Glenn couldn’t quite rub hard enough, so he pressed up inside of her as hard as he could and skillfully rolled them over until he was on top of her. Spreading her legs a little further, and anchoring himself with his knees, he held Trixie tightly with his massive arms and stroked inside of her until he could feel her start to grow tense and tremble. The tingling in his member grew stronger and stronger and his thoughts were soon blotted out in a wave of pleasure.

Trixie’s cries as she went off temporarily snapped him out of his reverie, and he looked down and smiled as her eyes closed tightly and her expression contorted. This didn’t distract him long; soon Glenn closed his eyes again and focused on the intense throbbing and tingling until he was consumed in a wave of pleasure that blotted out all awareness except the throbbing and pumping of his member as he exploded.

Glenn collapsed against Trixie, breathing heavily, and soon he slid out of her and lay on his side, trying desperately to catch his breath. Trixie quickly rolled up on her side to hold him, and they soon drifted off.



The Morning After


Trixie awoke to find Glenn gazing down at her.

Finally he spoke. “I guess there’s no chance of you coming with me?”

“On the road?” Trixie shook her head regretfully. “I’m really flattered that you would ask me. But I can’t.”

Glenn smiled sadly. “I knew you’d say that … but I had to ask. Just in case.” He leaned over her, kissing her cheek. “I’m really glad I met you, Trixie.”



He sat heavily on the hotel bed, shoulders sagging. You idiot. Get over it. Irritated at himself, he flicked on the radio.

I'll always remember that magic moment when I held you close to me. As we moved together, I knew forever that you're all I'll ever need.

Next thing he knew, the radio was flying across the room. It smashed into a heart-shaped glass fruit dish, which promptly shattered into a million tiny pieces.

He smiled ruefully at himself, appreciating the irony of the situation. Well, that was stupid. Now you’re going to have to clean it up.

“Feel better now, man?” Mark’s voice at the door made Glenn jump.

“How long have you been there?” he demanded.

“Long enough.” Mark stated, folding his arms and leaning against the door jam. “You’re going to have to pay for that thing y’know.” Mark stared hard at Glenn. His friend was one of the most relaxed people he had ever met; throwing things around just wasn’t like him. “Anything you want to talk about?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Glenn demanded.

“I know we are supposed to be guys. We are the ones who are supposed to be able to just have fun and walk away from this. We are the ones who are supposed to think it was just another night. Just a fling. Just a night of fun. . . . .” Mark lectured with a distant but somewhat hurting look in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Glenn said. “I know how you feel now.”









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