If she answered at all, it was a polite two-line note. Porn sex Pepper. “There’s a place I want to take you,” she said. “Forrest Gump” would change his life. “But I try not to think about the rest of you, Carol. He looked at it, and froze. She was a little thicker at the waist, but only a little; the swell of her breasts was, if anything, greater, and her bottom protruded a little more, but fetchingly. And he thought. He hadn’t for years. Even after–after everything.”
“You were right. And I’ve had some very bad ones. He was right. He began again there, trying to find a way to find something to live for without her. “Tell me now,” she said then. Business-sized, cream-colored. Tell me that first.”
She spoke softly. And then he just sat and stared into space for a while. It wouldn’t be right, and there was no guarantee she’d run to him anyway. As they straightened their clothes and brushed their hair, Carol asked, “Are you going to be all right, Charlie?”
“Of course,” he asked, surprised. Their tongues knew each other well. Not only were they back in touch, she had given him a secret channel of communication, just for him.
