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suddenly disturbed the concentration of both lovers and voyeur. She saw Dave try to
struggle to his feet. The woman called Kathy tried to grab his hand, to pull him back.
"Why answer it?" she asked in a vexed voice.
"Because it might be Lacey, and I'm supposed to be home."
"So? You're home, aren't you?" The redhead giggled and staggered to her feet. Lacey
realized she must have been drinking.
She also realized her own position was getting dangerous. The call was probably from
Janie, telling her she was missing the party. She couldn't let Dave catch her. She wanted
to be far, far away by the time he started to look for her.
The distraught blonde drove herself to the bus station and used a credit card to buy
herself a ticket west. Her husband had bought her her car, and she was determined not
to take anything of his. She would have left her clothes at the bus depot too, if she had
had something else to put on. She found a job in Nevada and worked there for a
month, getting enough money together to move on to California, to search for a new
place, a starting-over place.
Lying on her bed in her new home, she was tempted to cry herself to sleep as she had
done every night for the past month. But, slowly, she began to realize that today she
was feeling different. Now that she had found herself a secure home with a kind person,
Lacey was letting go for the first time since her flight from her husband's betrayal.
The most noteworthy sign of her new ease was the insistent throbbing up between her
thighs. As much as it hurt her every time she thought about Dave and that hussy of a
redhead, today the memory was bringing her another sensation. She was recalling those