If her father had ordered her to marry Rupin she could have lived with that, much as she hated him. She could have played the martyr to her satisfacti...n then, lots of women had. But this ritual of lending her out, like a good draft horse borrowed for the season? That was simply barbaric. And the suggestion that she would ever, ever consent to marry Rupin of her own free will? That was the ultimate insult. She might be forced into such a thing, for lack of the power to prevent it, but she would. We'll meet at the gym."He told her OK and they parted ways. Mary went home and gave her husband all he could handle. She sucked him of and fucked him until he was completely drain telling him how very much she was going to miss him.Then the next day he left for Boston at 10AM and Mary was on the phone at 10:10Am telling Jerome that her husband had just lefty.On Monday morning her husband called long distance from Boston and told her he had arrived and what room he was staying in. Then he told. ”I pulled the panties out of my pocket and handed them to my mother. She handed me an extra twenty dollars.As we walked inside Kitty asked, “What was that all about? You gave your mother my panties.”I replied, “My mother wanted to smell your panties. She will give them back to me later.”Kitty giggled and said, “My mother loves to smell my used panties too. I bet she has told your mother about them.”I smiled and walked her to the admission booth at the theater.When we were comfortably seated. “From some novel,” she’d said when she asked.Lilian flipped the picture over again. She must have been wrong, the girl smiled now; there was no trace left of her panic. Her face intrigued Lilian. It couldn’t be, but she’d seen this girl, hadn’t she? Much older, but obviously her; and it had been not long ago either. Yesterday, at the funeral a tall woman had lingered in the back, her face pale, her eyes clear, her hair just as ashen blond as the girl’s. She’d disappeared before the ceremony.