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“I’m so sorry. What a terrible thing to happen.”
    â€œIt’s a little rough. I really wish it hadn’t happened.”
    She reaches out and touches his face, her fingers tracing along his jaw and cheek. “I feel so bad for you.”
    â€œI wish you would stay. I’m pretty tired of being alone. I could use some company.”
    She shakes her head slowly, then rests it on his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I have to study. You know that.” She lifts her head and looks him in the eye. “Can you understand that?”
    â€œI guess.”
    â€œI know this is very hard for you, because it’s very hard for me. I’m doing my best not to deal with this right now. My boyfriend is in a terrible accident in which my ex-­boyfriend dies. I’m not ready to deal with that. Let me get through my last finals, and then I’m right by your side. All the way.”
    He nods, not in comprehension, but in submission.
    She leans in and kisses him. “I’ll tell you what. I can’t stay. I really can’t, but how about I give you something to help you sleep tonight? Go get ready for bed. I’ll be right in. Don’t argue. Doctor’s orders.”
    When he is in bed, she comes in and leans over the bed, kissing him. He puts up his arm to embrace her, and she gently but firmly pushes it down. As they kiss, she slips her hand under the cover and fondles his erection, then pulls down the cover and his boxer shorts, and takes it in her mouth.
    She works slowly at first, lots of licking, then moving her mouth up and down along it. His hand is brushing at her sweater, and she reaches back under her sweater and pulls up her bra and guides his hand to her breasts. His body is tensing and relaxing rhythmically and she quickens the pace, urging him on. His hand comes away from her breasts and goes to the back of her head, where he tries to slow her, working to make himself last. She reaches up and moves his hand back to her breast and quickens the pace again. She is in full control now, pulling him on. He can do nothing but go where she is taking him, and she puts her hand flat on his belly as she feels his body start to spasm and the first jet of semen comes into her mouth and she rubs his belly, holding him, gentling him to the end of the orgasm as she would gentle a horse.
    â€œFeel better?” she asks.
    He nods and laughs a weak laugh as he languishes on the pillow and says, “Yeah. I feel pretty good.”
    â€œThat’s good. You go to sleep now. Tomorrow things will be better. Tomorrow I’ll be over in the afternoon. We can have dinner and other good things.
    â€œI’ll let myself out.”

 
    CHAPTER 4
    (DAY TWO)
    R ONNY WAKES WHILE it is still dark. He’s sweating and disoriented. He gets out of bed. It’s three thirty, and he makes his way into the living room, turns on the light, and goes to the thermostat. He never turned it back the night before. He sets the temperature down to sixty, then pads back to bed.
    He stays awake in the dark, replaying the accident in his head. He will have to write his report in the morning, and he wants to get it right. This was not his fault.
    W HEN HE GETS up, he wants to go to Edna’s and get breakfast. This is not a good idea. He knows that, but he can’t stay in the apartment where he has no food other than bread and peanut butter, and no one to talk to. He turns on the TV, then goes to the kitchen and makes a peanut butter sandwich. Back in the living room, he clicks the remote until he gets to Channel Eight.
    â€œBrian Semple, Channel Eight Weather. We’re in for a few days of frigid weather here, with temperatures staying in the high teens and low twenties, going down to zero and below at night. But no real snow. There may be some scattered snow showers, but nothing to be concerned about. You can put the shovels away for a little while. I say ‘a little while,’ because