#7900 - We were together nearly every weekend afternoon and evening for the next three months, almost all of them ending or beginning with her face set in a rictus of orgasm as I penetrated her deeply. The result of it I knew only when she stormed to my desk at work, threw a small object at me which I recognized as a ring after it bounced off my head and onto my desk, used a string of language I would not have guessed she knew, and ended with: You bastard, he was cremated! I will never understand women. On Saturday afternoon, I went to the cemetery where Marvin Baker was buried.
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