She helped him in then shot the door before leading him to her couch. Trying not to say what was on her mind - and she had a lot on her mind - she stared at him with pity. She knew why he did it, why he had sex with every skirt. She believed she knew why, but she could never bring her self to have that conversation with him, plus he was tired, now would not be the time to talk.
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