Do you know how to use it? She asked. I wish I didn't, I said, and placed it on the table. But you do?
Yeah, I said. Let's go to bed. I want you inside me, she said.
She put ice and the beer in a cooler and I carried it into an old fashioned bedroom. Quaint, I said. Tacky. This place reminds me of my husband.
When I woke up she was gone. I finished The Maltese Falcon. She returned with more beer and bottles of tequila, gin and whiskey. My kind of girl, I said, and smiled.
We killed the afternoon on the pier drinking and shooting empty beer cans we threw in the lake.
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