“Hey Bucky, do you remember when Ginger called me over to her table at the Copa, to introduce me to that guy who came up from Klamath Falls to fetch his wife home. She kept telling him how nice I had been to her while she was in Bend; using a tone that suggested that maybe I had been VERY nice to her."
"Sure, I remember. Tony and I heard the whole thing from the kitchen. It was all we could to to not fall over laughing."
"Well, thanks. It's glad to know you were having a good time. Of course I know that you'd have had my back if push came to shove ... or to punch.
"Well sure, I HAD been nice to her, and sure, we had been intimate a few times. But there just didn't seem to be any good reason to bring that up right then–making it look like something it wasn't, just as this nice couple was reuniting–especially with me sitting right there within fist’s reach of this nice man.
"It’s not like I had been trying to take anybody’s place. She was MARRIED, for Christ's sake! I was just being a gentleman; I wanted to make her feel welcome in Bend during her stay; she was lonesome and confused – and a long way from home; I just wanted to help her feel warm and validated while she was here. And, if I could maybe teach her a couple fun things she could bring back to their wedded bliss when she got home, that would be a nice bonus ... just a small part of the service I provided. I have no idea whether she shared any of these when they got home, and, if so, where she learned them. But that was never the intent.
"As far as I was concerned, my work there was done. I wasn't asking for any thanks, and certainly not recognition. As with many of society’s greatest benefactors, I actually preferred to remain anonymous. Just the satisfaction of knowing that I had helped was all I needed. Now with them back together, the ball was in his court. I just couldn't see what good could come from Ginger trying to complicate things like that.”
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