When he was close enough, she took his ’70s thrift-score Lady Trojans softball duffel and slung it over her puffy blue shoulder like a team captain. “I guess chivalry isn’t dead,” he said. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” she said right in his ear with her hot breath. Paul also couldn’t wait to be fucked and had suffered through nine-plus hours on a stale-smelling bus from Albany to the Cape for that express purpose. He followed her to a stall in the public bathroom at the back of the Mini-Mart, and they curled their fingers into each other, mouths on necks, backs against metal walls, boots braced
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