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God, I loved the rain.

I didn't always love it.

But one day, while I was out jogging, I got caught in a sudden downpour.

And as I was running for cover, this naked chick runs up to me and says,

give me your jacket.

No kidding, a naked girl.

So I give her my jacket, and we run to this house.

Somebody took my stuff.

No, no, no. Don't blame that one on me. I was on the beach, having a run,

minding my own business.

It wasn't me.

But how the hell can you swim in that water this time of year?

Body fat.

Women have more than men.

Yeah,

but you're not fat.

Thanks. That's why I'm freezing my buns off.

You know, I could use a hot shower and a drink.

How about you? Well...

I have to go back out running again. I'll just get all sweated up. But I will

take the drink.

Okay. Thanks.

Yeah.

This is a really nice house.

How many people live here?

Just me.

I got it in a divorce settlement.

My husband got the house in Bel Air.

Really? Yeah.

Is it as nice as this one?

Actually, it's better for us. Really? Yeah, naturally.

You a jack?

No, no, no. I'm just trying to stay in shape.

Good idea.

Thank you for the drink.

Thank you for the jacket. I was freezing. I can tell you were freezing.

damn.

You sure you don't want that shower?

No, I'll just kind of stay right here and drink my drink and...

Okay. I'll just be a few minutes.

I'll just be here.

Don't go away then. I won't promise.

Jesus Christ.

Nope, never did.

I lived with a girl once for two years.

It was bad enough. But marriage?

Yeah, the trouble with marriage is... It won't go away.

In your face.

Why is

it

that it's so hard for two people to live with each other day after day and year

after year?

Well, for one thing, it's boring.

Yeah, I guess so.

And then there's the rubbing.

The friction.

Friction? Yeah.

Husbands and wives rub each other.

The wrong way, you mean.

No, there is a right way.

There's a wrong way, too.

Oh, that's nice.

Yeah.

I

Thank you very much for having me.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Oh, that's it.

Don't stop.

Keep doing that.

I really mean it.

I never thought I'd sing.

It's not a line. I really do mean it.

Special.

So cliche.

It's corny.

I know. But you know, it is true.

Yeah.

Oh, damn.

What?

I've got to have the worst luck in the world.

I finally find someone that I want to spend time with and I want to be with,

I got to go.

Now?

In the morning.

I'm going to be gone for six weeks.

Can't you postpone that?

No, no.

I have to meet with managers and owners of 65 different companies from here to

Kansas City.

There's nothing I can do. I got to go.

Couldn't you have told me?

How did I know this was going to happen?

You

know, I

thought that for once in my life, I...

I'm sorry.

If I didn't have to go, I wouldn't, but I got no choice. I gotta do this.

Couldn't you have told me?

How was I, uh... How could I have known?

I'm sorry.

Do you like me?

Every day.

I promise.

Okay?

I'll set the alarm.

Okay.

After only a week away from you, I'm going crazy.

I sit in my room, gazing at the picture you gave me, remembering our brief

encounter. How bittersweet.

How wonderful the memory of our meeting. How tender our night of love.

Two weeks and a thousand miles away from you.

God. Jesus, God, I miss you.

All I think about is your perfect face, your lovely hair, your incredible body.

I long to correct your full, firm breasts and feel their weight in my

yearn to lick and nibble at your nipples till they stand out proud and tall,

tickle your clit with my tongue, and coax it from its filthy sheets.

For some reason, whenever I think of you, I picture you naked.

Your hard body thrills me.

Now that my arms have held you, I can't imagine myself with any other man.

When you made love to me, Woody, it felt like the very first time I felt

touched, like a virgin.

No one's ever made me feel that way, not even when it was the very first time.

I don't think any other man could.

Thank you.

I don't do it.

oh oh yeah oh

thank you

Salesman's lot is not a happy one, darling.

All day long, I slave at my job.

And by the time I get back to my room, I don't even have the energy to turn the

TV on.

Not much to see on TV in these hick towns.

Not much to do.

A whole month since our magical night together.

It seems like a year.

My loins ache with longing for you. My mouth is dry.

as the deserts of Africa, and my heart pounds like the jungles of the Amazon.

Please excuse the geography.

I guess I've been on the road a little bit too long.

You're positive? Yeah.

Okay.

A dollar.

Fuck you. Oh, no, I'm sorry. I grabbed the wrong one.

Let's try this one.

It's a dollar.

Another dollar.

Hey, wait a minute.

Oh, I have... Fuck you. Oh, no. Here it is. I would never do that.

That's what you want, isn't it?

You get that?

No. Why not? No.

I don't get anything.

You get anything? I don't get anything.

I don't get anything?

Then I want it back then.

What do you got?

Give me something.

I don't know.

What do you got?

Yeah.

Right now?

I want to watch you.

Yeah? Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh, yeah.

Uh -huh.

You know, I come through here every once in a while.

Maybe we could... Oh, I definitely want to see you again.

The days drag on with nothing to do. Without you, I'm like the moon without

sun. I can shed no light of my own, but only reflect your glory.

Saw my old college roommate yesterday.

Louise and I helped each other get through a couple of tough years. She

like all the guys at school were assholes.

I was getting treated like dirt.

Well, Louise always knew how to cheer me up.

um

Oh, God.

I don't know.

She's wonderful company. We talked and talked. Girl stuff, mostly.

Apart from that, nothing's happening on this end.

How about you?

Meet anyone interesting in your travel?

As a matter of fact, I met a nice young couple here in Grand Junction.

They invited me to dinner, and afterward we played games.

It was a wonderful evening.

I remember as a boy watching my parents entertain guests.

They always played games, charades and stuff, you know.

I always thought it was done.

But actually, it was kind of fun.

Hmm.

Amen.

Hello.

I love you.

Well, nothing new to report.

You know, same old, same old.

Haven't heard from you in a while.

Is there anything wrong?

Sorry I haven't written, but there hasn't really been much to say. My life

pretty boring, really.

Your letters are not very passionate anymore.

Are you having second thoughts?

No, I'm still having first ones.

Have you found someone else?

I'm mailing this one on the way to the airport.

God, coming home at last, I can't wait.

Sorry I haven't written much lately, but I've been very busy wrapping this trip

up. Haven't heard a word from you since your letter stopped coming 12 days ago.

I guess when I get there, we're going to have to sit down and have a long, hard,

serious talk.

No, I'm fine. This is fine.

But I am having a bit of a problem. I feel really weird. I just can't express

feeling. I don't know what to say. You know, it's weird.

I know, me too. I thought about what I would say.

You know, now that we're here, there is only one thing I can say.

Yes?

You are so beautiful.

You've got the nicest...

smoothest, prettiest skin I have ever seen. Thank you.

You know, there's so many things we should talk about.

Well, talk.

I'm listening.

God, you're so sweet.

You know, um... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.

What kind of perfume are you wearing? Opium.

You know, you and I... Opium.

That figures.

What?

You're making me lose my mind again.

You know, it's very hard for me to say what I wanted to say.

Your hands are the best I've ever felt. I mean, you drive me crazy.

It's happening again.

I can feel it. Remember that feeling from inside?

I know, me too.

Oh, God, your hooters made me so fucking hot. Oh, God.

They made me so horny, right?

Oh, God, I'm just dead. I can't wait to have a good coffee.

Oh,

God. I want to keep us here.

Yeah, Jesus, I... It's a short trip this time. It's only two days. No big deal.

You know, um... Maybe we don't know each other as well as we thought we did.

End up for when we're fucking.

You know how relationships take time, you know?

But, uh... I'll, uh, I'll write.

Okay?

Yeah, okay.

All right. Listen, thanks for the drink and everything, okay?

Okay.

Okay? Okay. All right, good.

Oh, I've got to get out of here. I'm going to be so late.

So how long have you gone for this time?

Three or four days.

I'll drop you a postcard or something, and I'll give you a call when I get

okay? Okay. Okay, I really gotta go. I'll see you. Bye. Okay. Bye.

Well,

at least he's a good fuck.

Thank you.