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     Mary had always admired the young relief mail man. Not only 
was he a nice looking man with a great build, he was always 
pleasant and cheerful. Her regular business letter carrier was an 
obnoxious, obvious liar. He must have stayed up nights thinking 
about some of the ludicrous tales that he shared with all of the 
business owners in the shopping plaza. She would often hide in 
the back of the store at the time that mail was delivered. Tim, 
the relief man was a welcome change, and she looked forward to 
him stopping in to chat for a few moments a day. Lately, and 
quite possibly unconsciously, she had been trying to dress a 
little more seductively so that he might notice her a bit more.

     Due to the worst illness reported to mankind, Bob, the 
regular mail man, announced that he would be on sick leave and 
may never return to the ranks of the walking or talking. "Damn 
shame," Mary thought. Well, at least she would have an 
opportunity to see Tim periodically.

     "How are you today, Tim?" Mary asked as the strong, young 
mail carrier entered her shop. Her shoulders rolled a bit more 
than usual causing her full breasts to dance slightly. She felt 
as if her fanny was rather well framed by the jeans she was 
wearing and would periodically turn around to offer them in their 
best light.

     "Great! Don't the leaves changing colors make you think of 
when you were a kid?" he asked with his ever-present smile.

     "This is my favorite season. I brings to mind visions of 
marshmallow roasts, cider and hay rides. We used to always go on 
hay rides when we were kids. We didn't too often have a horse to 
pull us; usually it was just a tractor," Mary said with a 
thoughtful, remembering look in her eyes.

     "Too bad we never had the opportunity to go on a hay ride 
together," Tim offered with a slightly wicked grin as he turned 
to go.

     Mary was caught off guard. She had often thought about what 
a nice young man Tim was. She hadn't considered that he may have 
found her attractive enough to try to become intimate with. 
Before she could formulate a response, he was out of the door. 
She wondered whether he was serious or just being sociable. Mary 
never gave much thought to having an affair. As a result she 
never developed many fantasies. Her husband, Eddie had always 
indicated to her that he wouldn't be opposed to her expanding her 
horizons so long as she didn't become emotionally involved. She 
knew that he had gone astray on a few occasions, but she didn't 
want to know about it. She knew he loved her and didn't feel 
threatened.

     Tim and his winning manner began to make her think about it. 
What would be so wrong with making love with him. The one thing 
that she always thought about when it came to sex was the man's 
buttocks. She would close her eyes and imagine how it looked 
unclothed; rippling as he walked across the room. Visions of his 
strong buns tightening to pump his hard meat into her wet hole 
would generally drive her crazy with desire. She had done it now. 
She had placed the thought in her mind and she could almost feel 
it. Mary had to get her mind on something else.

     As she busied herself with some overdue paper work, the 
thoughts continued to visit her. She imagined looking down at the 
erect nipples of her ample breasts. His lips moved gently from 
one to the other as his teeth gently tugged and manipulated each 
in turn. As her mind wandered, she felt her nipples becoming 
hard. The thought of his strong hands massaging her naked 
buttocks swam into her head. 

     Again she could see his erect penis entering her hairy love 
tunnel as his ass tightened to drive his bone home. Almost 
without thinking her hand fell into her lap, allowing her fingers 
to delve into the swollen lips of her wet pussy. Paper work 
wouldn't do. She would have to move around to get this out of her 
head. Mary began to do some stock work. Moving around the shop 
seemed to help, at least for the time being.

     Six o'clock came and she was free to close the shop and head 
for home. By seven she had a light dinner on the table for her 
and her husband, and by eight the dishes were in the washer and 
she retired to the couch to relax and let the day dissolve. Again 
the thought that taunted her earlier returned. She tried 
desperately to get her mind on a sit-com that was on the TV, but 
it seemed futile. "Eddie, would you like to go to bed a little 
early tonight?" Mary asked with a feigned yawn.

     "Go ahead honey, I'll be in just as soon as I get done with 
the paper. I won't be but a few more minutes," Eddie responded 
without taking his eyes off of the newspaper. Mary could think of 
nothing but cock driving deep into her greasy love hole. She 
began by imagining Eddie's pole, hard and long seeking new 
depths. Suddenly, her mind turned once again to Tim. She tried to 
imagine how long and thick his cock was, whether his penis rested 
on large, heavy balls and how his public hair looked. Mary 
wondered whether one man's penis tasted any differently or felt 
any differently than another.

     After brushing her teeth, she stood nude in front of the 
mirror. Her eyes were first attracted to her heavy breasts. She 
could see her nipples begin to harden. Without thought her hands 
rose to her breasts to feel their weight. Her sharp, painted 
finger nails gently scratched the surface of her marble-like 
nipples. Shivers of excitement shot like lightening from her 
ultra-sensitive nipples to her loins. Her hands dropped to her 
hair-covered pussy and spread its lips to reveal her pulsing 
clit. Uncontrollably, her buttocks tightened increasing the 
sensations in her moistening crotch as she slid her finger 
teasingly over this fiery nub. 

     Her hands began to travel from one part of her fine body to 
another, touching, teasing, investigating and squeezing. Mary's 
legs became weak as her excitement increased. She thought better 
of standing for this welcomed torture. Mary sought her soft bed 
and quite naturally got hotter and more aroused as her mind 
continued its erotic focus. She allowed her fingers to dip down 
into the inner folds of her honey pot as one hand reached up and 
began to manipulate a soft pink nipple. Moistening her index 
finger with her saliva, she began to slide it back and forth over 
her expanding nipples. Her ear was tuned in to the sound of 
Eddie's recliner chair being released to the ground. Shit! She 
was ready, and she needed it soon. 

     Eddie came in shortly afterward, took off his clothes, set 
out his night clothes and began to brush his teeth in the 
adjoining bathroom. Mary couldn't take her eyes off of his hairy 
ass and his heavy member swinging gently between his strong legs. 
Each time the head of his flaccid penis came into sight, Mary's 
excitement increased. Each time she saw the flex of his buttocks 
she imagined that he was driving his bone into her slippery, 
tight crevice. Closing her eyes she could see the thick head of 
his penis pushing the lips of her tight vagina wide open. "Do you 
suppose that you can do me a favor and forget to put your pajamas 
on?" Mary said seductively. 

     Eddie recognized the mood. Mary needed to ride his hard cock 
and get a nut. He smiled his customary smile and said, "anything 
for my beautiful love princess." He entered the sheets to find 
that Mary had removed her night clothes and was ready. He lifted 
the sheets to gaze at her lovely body. Her heavy breasts swayed 
delightfully back and forth as if they had a life of their own. 
Her nipples had hardened to the point of gathering a nice expanse 
of her lovely, soft breasts around them. There were wrinkles in 
her white tit flesh a full half inch around her dark pink 
nipples. As his eyes traveled lower, they settled on her soft, 
fluffy muff of pubic hair which warmed her slick vagina. The 
muscles of her stomach rippled with anticipation as she threw one 
leg over Eddie's thighs and devoured his waiting lips with her 
own.

     Mary yearned with the excitement that she had allowed to 
build throughout the day. Her breasts ached to be sucked and 
squeezed. Her thoughts traveled back and forth between Eddie and 
Tim. Each time that she felt the warmth of Eddie's hand on her 
flesh her excitement increased. She was thinking about Tim's hard 
tool investigating her depths. Soon Mary slid down Eddie's body 
and grabbed his stiff bone in a tight grasp. Without further 
warning or delay, she engulfed his raging cock with her hot 
mouth. 

     Eddie twisted around with dislodging his swollen member, 
filled his hands with the flesh of Mary's ass cheeks and drove 
his hot tongue into her fragrant pussy. They were locked in the 
careless, mindless embrace of passion as they had their fill of 
one another's delights.

     Moving slowly and methodically, these lovers became locked 
together in the traditional embrace of lust. Ever so slowly, he 
placed the angry head of his thick staff at the threshold of her 
slick sex. He began to slow fuck Mary as he watcher her eyes 
portray a hungry animal. Gradually he picked up the pace in 
response to her pleading. As Eddie drove his thick spike into 
Mary's gyrating cock-glove, he filled his hands intermittently 
with her quivering thighs, bouncing breasts, and rounded ass 
cheeks. 

     The globes of her full ass rolled and rippled with each 
thrust. Eddie could never remember her being this horny. As Mary 
came hard for the third time, Eddie pulled his cock from her 
tight hole, aimed it at her gyrating breasts and shot his thick 
cream between her lovely globes. As she grunted away the last of 
her climax, thinking of Tim pouring his cream on her tits, Mary 
filled her still twitching hole with one hand and smeared Eddie's 
hot come over her nipples with the other hand.

     "I don't know what made you as crazy as you were tonight 
honey, but if it was some kind of a pill, take two next time. You 
turned me on more than I can ever remember being turned on. I 
think it was the wild animal look in your eyes. I hope you 
enjoyed it as much as I did, honey," Eddie said as he gasped for 
breath. Soon they were both in a deep rewarding sleep.

     The next morning Mary woke first and found that she felt 
unusually sore; as if she had done hard physical labor the day 
before. Suddenly, she remembered why she felt that way. Mary 
entered the hot spray of her morning shower and felt the pulse of 
the water dancing on her tender nipples. Soaping the hairy muff 
of her womanhood, her mind returned to the visions that she had 
trapped in her memory. Her soapy hands slid effortlessly over her 
heavy breasts, her tightening nipples, into the crack of her ass 
and between the lips of her sex. She was becoming turned on all 
over again. Realizing that time was limited, she hurried her 
shower and robbed herself of additional pleasure. 

     As she fixed the coffee and began to realize why she had 
been so horny, she began to feel confusion and shame. She had 
been thinking of Tim. She could remember seeing his ass flying as 
he drove his cock meat into her slick hole. Her shame soon drove 
the thought out of her head. Eddie came out into the dining room 
and smiled at her. She tried to avoid his glance so that she 
wouldn't give herself away. Finally Eddie said to her, "Mary, is 
something wrong honey? It couldn't have been last night. That was 
probably the best sex we've ever had. I woke up with such a hard 
cock I could probably cut diamonds with it."

     Mary began to whimper as she told Eddie about her fantasy 
and the guilt she was feeling. Eddie listened calmly as she 
explained her fantasy and who it was about. A slight smile came 
over Eddie as he began to comfort her, "Mary, you didn't do 
anything wrong. I have fantasies all the time. It doesn't mean 
that I don't love you, or that I prefer to make love with someone 
else. It's natural. Everyone has them. If it would guarantee that 
we would have sex like that all the time, you could ball this guy 
once a week. Just the thought of you having a fantasy about 
another man excites me beyond words."

     "You're out of your mind! I would never make love with 
another man. I am married to you, and my body belongs to you," 
she said with some fire. "I just found that it made it exciting 
to think about someone else. I would never cheat on you Eddie."

     "Your body doesn't belong to me. It belongs to you. I don't 
look at it as though you were cheating or even wanted to. I'm 
just glad that you enjoyed yourself. It's always been exciting 
for me to know that others found you attractive and sexy. How do 
you think I would feel if no one else thought you were sensual or 
exciting?" Eddie inquired.

     "Let's not talk about it any more right now, OK Eddie?" Mary 
pleaded. "I feel very unusual, and I don't really understand 
what's going on in my head right now. I just want to stop 
thinking about it right now and get ready to open the shop.

     "OK honey. Just don't be too hard on yourself. You enjoyed 
it and there was no harm done. I told you once before that the 
only thing that would concern me is if you got emotionally 
involved with someone to the point that you lost your love for 
me," he said.

     Mary answered quickly and emphatically, "I could never love 
anyone more than I love you. You're my partner and my best 
friend. You always will be."

     "Now that's what I like to hear. Go and get ready, you're 
going to be late," Eddie said in a simulated scolding as he 
tapped her on the fanny.

     As she completed the opening procedure at the shop, Mary 
began to think about how she would feel when Tim brought the mail 
in. Would she feel embarrassed or dirty. Could she look him in 
the eye if he decided to talk to her. As the noon hour arrived 
her anticipation increased. "So did you hear the newest Pea Wee 
joke?" Tim asked as he opened the door and floated in. His good 
spirits seemed to make everything OK. She caught herself prancing 
a bit for him to show off her attributes. They talked about quite 
a few different topics in the short time that Tim was able to 
stay. As he began to make his last comments prior to departure, 
Mary started to feel sad to see him go. "I wish we could have 
talked a little longer," Mary said to her own surprise.

     "I'll tell you what Mary; I get off at four. What do you say 
I stop and get us some coffee and bring it by?" Tim suggested. 
Mary began to stumble with her words, trying to formulate an 
answer. Tim hurried to her defense by adding, "I guess that was a 
bit forward. You will probably be tied up, and I shouldn't have 
asked. I'll be able to stop tomorrow for a little while, and 
we'll talk then when I deliver the mail.

     Mary, having composed herself and got a grip on what was 
going on, thought for a moment and offered, "I'm not all that 
busy. It would be nice if you could stop back. I take my coffee 
with one cream and one sugar."

     Incredulously, Tim answered, "OK Mary. It's a deal. I should 
be by at about four-fifteen. See you then."

     What in the hell have I gotten myself into now? Mary 
thought. I'll just be leading this guy on, and he's such a nice 
guy. Hey! Maybe he doesn't even have anything on his mind other 
than conversation. Not all men are fuck bunnies. He may just want 
to talk and kill some time before going someplace. Her mind 
continued to develop various scenarios until after four o'clock.

     "One coffee with cream and sugar coming up," Tim announced 
as he entered the door negotiating his package. He had apparently 
removed his uniform shirt and was wearing his jacket over a tee 
shirt. 

     "Come on in the back so we can drink our coffee without 
customers gawking at us," Mary invited. They sat at a small table 
next to the divan as Mary prepared her coffee and began to test 
its heat with her lips.

     "I bet you were just counting the minutes until I got here, 
weren't you Mary," Tim said with a humorous grin on his face. "I 
hope that I didn't give you the wrong impression when I invited 
myself over for coffee. I know you are married and from what you 
say you are happy. It isn't my intention to screw anything up, 
but you are very attractive and great to talk to. I just enjoy 
spending time with you. Don't get me wrong. I would love to make 
love to you, but I fully understand the situation. So let's have 
some coffee, talk about the regular mail man behind his back and 
then I'll run.

     Mary had a slightly shocked look on her face. It was soon 
replaced by a sneaking smile. She was flattered by what he had 
said and couldn't help but think how cute he was being. "Tim, I 
would be lying to you if I told you that I didn't think about 
being with you. You look great and I enjoy talking with you as 
well, but..."

     "I know. I know. Don't say it. You don't have to explain," 
Tim said in an effort to spare Mary from the embarrassment of 
rejecting him. Mary set down her coffee and reached out to cradle 
his face. As if controlled by some unknown force, she pressed her 
full lips to his with closed eyes. His hungry lips caressed her 
own and soon moved to the side of her neck. She felt shivers 
running down her neck. Her nipples began to tingle, and she 
became aware of her moistening womanhood.

     As she held his lips close to her hot skin, she panted to 
Tim, "I'm always so damn concerned about everyone and everything 
around me - trying to be everything that everyone wants me to be. 
I'm tired of trying to be perfect. I want you, Tim.  I want to 
feel you touch me. I need to feel you inside of me. I want to 
feel your hard bone go off in me and paint my insides with your 
thick cream."

     Mary dropped to her knees, her hands fumbling with his 
zipper. She slid her hands over the front of his trousers, around 
to his buttocks and returned to quickly released his raging 
manhood. Her boiling breath danced on the head of his penis, and 
his legs began to weaken. Holding his massive, hairy balls in her 
soft hands, she descended on his quaking tool. First one inch, 
then another slipped into the comfortable sheath of her warm 
mouth. As the head of his rock-hard penis touched the back of her 
wet throat, her lips closed on his engorged shaft. Gently his 
hands cradled her soft hair, guiding the path of his erect, 
searching member. As her lips and tongue played on the thick meat 
of his cock, her hands unbuttoned his trousers and lowered them 
to the floor. Sensuously, her hands slid up the back of his legs 
and clasped his hair-covered buttocks, squeezing him more deeply 
into her hungry mouth.

     Tim was heaven-bound. He reached down, lifted her sweater 
and released the catch to her bra. Mary's full, swollen breasts 
bounced into his waiting hands. Her nipples felt like marbles in 
his strong hands as he squeezed her soft, firm flesh. A croaking 
groan escaped her lips and made his swollen cock tremble as he 
rolled her nipples between each thumb and index finger. Reaching 
under her arms, Tim raised Mary to her feet, pressed her close to 
him and drove his tongue deep into her open mouth. Tim's hands 
slid into the elastic waistband of Mary's jeans, beneath her 
panties to grasp her smooth, warm buttocks. 

     The spongy texture of her undulating ass cheeks only served 
to increase his excitement. While one hand cupped one of her 
ample breasts to test its weight, his other hand dipped into the 
moist crevice of her ass to feel its heat. Dropping yet further, 
Tim's hand brushed her anal button, and he could feel the soft, 
wiry texture of her tangled pubic hair. His search soon resulted 
in the slick swollen prize of her gaping love tunnel. Moisture 
began to roll from her as her mind was totally devoted to this 
erotic moment.

     Mary's hands began to fumble with his tee shirt, his jacket 
having been summarily discarded. Her fingers searched through the 
lustrous hair of his strong chest as she continued to kiss his 
neck and shoulders. Soon they were both totally nude and began 
their short trip to the divan.

     "Let's take it slow, Mary. I want this to last as long as 
possible. Get up on your knees so I can enter you from behind and 
play with your lovely breasts," Tim suggested softly as his hands 
continued to start new fires on her highly sensitized skin.

     Mary slowly turned over and got up on her hands and knees on 
the divan. Tim placed his hand high on her shoulders to pressure 
her to lower her head and elevate her fanny. Taking a position 
behind Mary, Tim's eyes were blessed with the most lovely view of 
Mary's full buttocks and open pussy. He spread her cheeks with 
his strong hands and began tasting her sweet honey pot. Mary 
groaned, "Oh, suck my pussy, Tim. Stick you tongue deep inside of 
me." Tim obeyed her orders as he stiffened his tongue and rubbed 
it hard against her clit.

     Shivering, Mary whispered, "Fuck me with your hard tongue, 
Tim. Drive it deep into my hole. Fuckkkkkkkkk me!" Mary had begun 
to experience her first climax as Tim continued to pay homage to 
her burning love hole. She pushed back against his wet mouth and 
reached under herself to pinch and roll her nipples. "I need your 
cock, Tim. Stick that big piece of hard cock meat into me. Drive 
it home, honey.

     Tim didn't need much encouragement. He wiped his face with 
his hand and transferred the moisture to Mary's wiggling ass 
cheeks. Taking his long, thick pole in his trembling hand, Tim 
placed the enlarged head against the swollen, greased lips of her 
pulsating pussy. Immediately, Mary began to press backward in 
hopes of expediting the entry. Tim filled his hands with her 
shuddering buttocks to control her rearward travel. His eyes were 
treated to the lovely texture of her ass. His hands were blessed 
with the spongy feel of her writhing globes. The scent of her sex 
filled his head with a heavy aroma that spoke pages of primal 
excitement. Slowly his starchy bone entered Mary's wet cavern an 
inch at a time. He heard her begin to cry ever so quietly. "Are 
you OK, Mary?" concern filled his voice.

     "I haven't been this OK in a long time, Tim. Fuck your long 
pole up into my greasy pussy. Fuck me hard! Fuck me deep! Fuck me 
like you've never fucked anyone before. Squeeze my ass. Tell me 
you need your cock in me. Feel the weight of my tits and pinch my 
nipples. Do my tits turn you on?" she continued her staccato 
series of wild statements and frantic demands.

     "I do need my cock in you, Mary. I need it bad. Your tits 
turn me on more than I can say. The way you're talking to me 
drives me wild. I can't hold on much longer," Tim said as he 
turned his attention to anything but what he was doing. He 
thought about taking out the trash. He thought about rug burn on 
his knees. He began to do math problems; anything to keep him 
from coming too soon. Suddenly Mary rolled out from beneath his 
driving piston and collapsed on the floor.

     "Relax for a moment, Tim. I don't want this wonderful 
feeling to be over so soon. Kiss me," Mary implored. Tim tenderly 
placed his lips against Mary's eyelids as they closed. Her arms 
reached up to cradle his head to her rolling breasts. Tim reached 
down between her splayed legs, and his eager hand rested in the 
nest of her pubic bush. It was damp with her juices and covered 
her thick, swollen pussy lips. They pouted for additional 
attention. First one finger entered her body and then the other. 
His thumb began to circle her love button as her head began to 
roll back and forth in time with her moans. Lowering his head to 
suck on Mary's nipples, Tim began to rotate his fingers inside of 
her leaking tunnel. Deeper and deeper his efforts were directed, 
remembering that the "G" spot was within his reach.

     Soon a gush of climax was released from her deepest 
recesses, painting his hand as Mary's eyes rolled up into her 
ecstatic head. "Oh oh ohhhhhhhh Timmmmmm! I'm commminng," she 
groaned long and low. "I need your hard meat to spray my wet hole 
with your cream. Put it in. Fuck me hard, please."

     Opening her legs and raising her knees, Tim directed his 
gigantic rod into her slippery crevice. The excitement continued 
to build as he looked down and saw her pubic hair drenched with 
her own excitement. His immense member encountered no resistance 
as if quickly slid into her deepest channel. As he slowly 
withdrew his glistening rod from her tight pussy, he watched her 
pubic hair cling to his shaft. Looking across the room at a 
floor-length dressing mirror, Mary saw the reflection of his 
perfectly shaped ass tightening to drive his bone as deeply as 
possible. She began to buck wildly. Tim rolled over with Mary in 
tow. Holding her by her arms just above the elbows, Tim continued 
to drive his cock up into her swollen, glistening hole. Her heavy 
breasts dangled dreamily in his face. Periodically, he would 
lower her so that he could intermittently suck on one nipple and 
then the other.

     Mary continued to urge him on in the throatiest voice she 
could muster, "fuck my hole, Tim. Squirt your thick come into my 
pussy. Kiss me! Kiss me." She lowered her floating tits onto his 
chest as her tongue sought his open mouth. His hands reached 
behind her and began to squeeze her wiggling buttocks. Allowing 
his hand to dip into the crack of her ass cheeks, he found that 
it too was drenched with her juice. His fingers slid over her 
slippery anal button and dipped into the rear of her gaping, 
hairy hole. He felt his own rigid penis splitting the grasping 
lips of her sex.

     He drove harder and deeper as his hands continued their 
assault on her smooth, slippery buttocks. She whispered the 
language of love into his ear urging him on. "Fuck my cunt mother 
fucker. Drive your cock bone into my guts. Squeeze my buttocks 
and feel my heavy titties on your chest." Suddenly he could feel 
the tell-tail constriction of his heavy balls as he prepared to 
spill his fluid into Mary's sucking hole. He drove it hard and 
deep one last time and froze as the love cream traveled up from 
his tight sack, through the rigid vessel of his throbbing cock, 
out of its bulbous head and into her gripping love muscle. Mary 
took the last advantage of his unyielding bone and increased the 
speed at which her quivering channel slipped over the length of 
his penis. Her fingers dug deep into his flexing buttocks as her 
eyes returned to the mirror to lock the memory into her fiery 
mind. Soon, deep grunts began to issue forth from Mary as if they 
had their origin deep within her. Their climactic juices mixed 
into a cocktail of aromatic desire.

     The soft tender moments following their union glided away 
slowly. Mary rested in his strong arms as he tenderly kissed her 
hair and rubbed the smooth skin of her back. "I would have never 
believed that we would have been together," Mary spoke first.

     "It has been like a dream. Mary, I don't think that I have 
ever been that turned on. I have often thought of making love to 
you. I would come into the shop and look at you. I would try not 
to be obvious. I usually waited until your eyes were diverted to 
sneak peeks at your lovely body; the swell of your ass as you 
walked slowly across the room, the bounce of your breasts, the 
smile that slowly appeared when I would come in the door. I am so 
glad that you consented to let me make love to you," he rambled.

     She quickly returned, "it wasn't a matter of consenting, 
Tim. I wanted you to. I hope that you won't think less of me now. 
Once the heat of the moment wears off, I hope that I won't feel 
so guilty that I won't be able to handle it. This is the first 
time that I have ever made love with anyone other than Eddie.

     "Just promise me one thing, Mary. Just promise me that there 
will be another day. Even if you don't mean it. Promise me. Let 
me leave today knowing that I'll have the opportunity to be with 
you again," Tim pleaded. Faced with Mary's silence, Tim added, 
"if you can't promise me that, promise me that we will continue 
to be friends."

     "Friends don't need to make promises like that," Mary said. 
"Friends let things happen naturally and support one another when 
they do happen. Somehow I think that we'll be together again. I 
hope so." She silently wondered what Eddie would think if he 
knew. She also wondered whether Eddie had ever felt like this 
with someone else. She knew that she would again feel this 
wonder.

