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Where the Dream Ends

The young woman bent down to pick up the groceries.
Harry followed her. As they bent down, he grabbed her by her
shoulders and pulled her to him and kissed her. He couldn’t
believe what he was doing, and at first, she resisted furiously;

but then, inexplicably, she gave in to him. In a matter of sec-
onds, they were on the floor tearing off each other’s clothes.
They rolled on the floor until they were covered with tomato
sauce and made love with a passion reserved for the most in-
timate lovers. When they were through, Harry turned over
onto his back and closed his eyes. He was breathing heavily.
He felt as if everything happening now was a memory, like you
feel when you recall an out of body experience. He hoped he
would wake up and find that what was happening right now
was all part of a dream. But instead, when he opened his eyes
the young woman whose home and person he had just violat-
ed was standing beside him buttoning her blouse and staring
at his naked body lying on the floor.

“Please leave,” she said, calmly, handing him a towel. He
blinked and sat up.

“Please leave,” she said again, more insistently this time.

He took the towel from her.

“Don’t you want to talk?” Harry asked, suddenly feeling
quite vulnerable. He got up and slipped into his clothes, wip-
ing the tomato sauce from himself and his shirt.

“There’s nothing to talk about. The sooner you’re gone,
the sooner I can clean up,” she said, pointing to the mess on
the floor.

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