About the fourth time he came up there, it was clear to me that Val liked him a lot. And he was smitten with her. Anybody could see it.He’d been com...ng up twice a month, spending who knows how much money on just sitting and eating with her, or going to a movie or maybe a local concert or whatever, when she asked me if he could stay the night next time he came.“I really like him, Bobby,” she said, her face flushed.“We both knew this had to end sometime,” I said.“I’m not saying it has to end,”. She saw now for the first time the horrible truth... the man she held up as an example to strive for, the wonderful friend and lover she idolized... no better than any cheating husband or boyfriend anywhere."Don't cry, luv, you'll smear your make-up." I don't care anymore," she replied bitterly, dabbing her eyes gingerly with his handkerchief. "I'd like another drink, please. It looks like I'11 need one." Now you're talking," smiled Bill Dodge, "that's just what I hoped you'd say."Dodge's arm. I was the only defender here. The rest were to the west, holding back the first tribe. But there was a second tribe racing across the desert, scimitars waving as they charged, kicking up a cloud of dust.They didn’t ululate like the ones to the west. They were sneaking in, flanking the caravan and hitting it where it was defenseless. It was a good tactic, I supposed. Thrak would know better. I had studied history, and the battles, but not in depth to judge tactics.I pulled out a third vial of. But still, it wasn't right that he should leave her alone so much. He just didn't seem to care about her anymore and this knowledge did nothing to improve her state of mind.However, just when the future seemed very gray, Harvey and Jean had turned up again almost miraculously.Betty ushered Peterson and Jean into the livingroom, glad that this time, she was wearing an ordinary dress, and at least looked presentable."It's wonderful to see you again, Betty," Jean smiled warmly, as she sat down on.