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The new girlfriend was a manikin, posed and mute. She provided the great calming salve that
cleared his head for better business.
Janel at forty-two had never married. The partner was amazed that a woman so stacked
could remain unmarried. “Did you hear what I said? She's never been married! Can you be-
lieve it? And we just met! Just like that! Like it was meant to be!”
Meant to be or simply was—either/or seemed incidental to a common drive: screwing
early and often just like the free spirits used to do. Janel didn't like so much screwing but didn't
mind—it meant so much to him. He loved his little bird for her sacrifice and stupendous
rack swinging to and fro. “They're not just huge, they stick out. They could poke you in the
eye! Ha!” He loved playing with them and talking about them when they weren't around. He
equated her marital status with virginity, casually dismissing three long-term boyfriends in
the four- to eight-year range, though all three relationships had led to the same familiarity and
contempt as marriages. All her long-term relationships ended on the same realization that life
is long and should be better.
Not a pretty woman, Janel turned heads with her practiced profile. She could lure men
with her wares, and she knew it. So she wasn't surprised when she hooked the partner on fool's
bait.
He couldn't get enough and wanted to prove his love. One day they passed a shop window
with a nifty little sundress at seven hundred clams, not nearly as much as an evening dress.
She wanted an evening dress but glanced at the sundress. He said, “Let's get it,” like they would
share it, which they would, when you thought about it. Seeing her in it would make him
happy.
The cute little shift with plunging neckline and supple support for separation, lift and
spread on the dazzling cleavage went on the company card, as in business-related. Six eyes
watched the transaction, two jaundiced, two beaming in joy and two resigned to marginal re-
turn. I was a ripple on their lovely pond. Janel knew what a good man provides beyond ba-
sics—any grunt could come up with basics. She wanted the flourish, the whimsical and fant-
astic, not all the time but whenever she wanted it.
Between that spontaneous act of love with a sun dress at seven bills and the best camping
gear money could buy on a blustery night threatening eruption, many thousands more dollars
supported the partner's love and largesse for his new woman and the world. Surely they would
love him back. He had discovered colloidal silver, a purifying mineral as costly as its name
implies. Ten bucks an ounce isn't so bad, when a four-ounce bottle lasts a few weeks. But it got
bad by the case at twelve hundred bucks.
In a positive light, a case earned an additional discount. Besides that, the partner's office
staff could absorb cases of the amazing new product, so it was win/win all over again—his spe-
cialty. That would be the office of his side business, reselling healthcare products. Colloidal sil-
