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want it cooked?"
    "I like my meat like my women" replied Vincent.
"Rare."
    Joy just looked at him, smiled and point blankly
asked "You got a rare one at home doc?"
    "Marlborough aint't got much that's rare," was
all he said.
    "Hey, you wanna do something?" Brian and Stormy
had just finished an hour-long episode of grunting and pounding
each other's body in pure base primitive rooting. Neither one had
even considered the other's existence other than as the source of
the physical stimulation each narcissist was using to meet their
own individual needs.
    Stormy made a move towards Brian's crotch. "No,
not that." Brian whined, "I mean go out and do something."
    "Why?" was Stormy's only question.
    "So how's the burger? Ready for another beer?"
Joy was checking on Vincent the dentist. He had just taken a big
bite of the rare cheeseburger and bloody grease was dripping down
from the corner of his mouth.
    "Umm yes 'em" was all he could mumble with a
mouth-full of food.
    As she went to the bar to get him another bottle
of beer she reflected on the man's unabashed openness. It was
refreshing in this place so full of players, vacationers and
transients. When she returned with the brew, Vincent had finished
his burger and was eating French fries. He had made a little pile
of ketchup and mayonnaise and was picking up each individual fry
and twirling it in the mixture, eating one at a time.
    "These here French fries are just a vehicle to
consume the pink sauce," he offered between bites.
    "Pink sauce?" Joy asked.
    Sure, that's what we call it to home. Mayo and
ketchup mixed together, you know, it kinda turns pink depending on
how much ketchup you use. We put it on everything at home."
    "Everything?" she asked.
    "Jes 'bout, he answered. "Scrambled eggs, cheese
sandwiches, pizza, veggies. We put in macaroni salad, deviled eggs
and well jes 'bout anything, oh and" as he held up a fry, "fries.
It's real good on fries, you never ate it?"
    "Well, I've had Thousand Islands on a salad,
does that count?" Joy smiled at this country man.
    "Well, I reckon it is Thousand Islands without
the pickle stuff added, here, you wanna try?" as he held out a fry
dripping in pink sauce.
    Without thinking she took the pink sauced fry
and popped it into her mouth. She had never accepted food from a
customer's plate before and was surprised she had just done it. It
was good though and she smiled saying "Damn, that is good! But
pizza?"
    Vincent flashed one of those great smiles, he
had some food on one of his teeth but it didn't detract at all from
his attractiveness. "For the crust Mam, we dip the crust in the
pink sauce. It's mighty good."
    "Hey Vince, can I ask a favor? Would you stop
calling me "Ma'am"? Makes me feel old," Joy asked.
    Sure thing Miss Joy, it's just my upbringing.
But no more 'Ma'am' for you. Now can I ask you a favor?" He waited
patiently for her reply.
    "You can ask," Joy replied.
    "Can you come out with me after work and show me
your town here? I don't have a clue of where to go or what to
do."
    The wave of emotions was obvious as they played
across her expression. She would certainly enjoy spending time with
this kind, polite man, but she had just met him and there was Brian
at home. Well, maybe at home, he still hadn't answered her
calls.
    "I sure am sorry Miss Joy, that was a big
assumption on my part. Can I ask, are you married?" Vincent asked
so politely and with such respect Joy was a bit taken back.
Normally she would have considered such a question a come on and
would have retorted something like "Yup, and five kids under the
age of four."
    "No," Joy said hesitantly, "Not married." She
could see the big grin forming on Vincent's face. "But I live with
someone."
    "You mean like a room-mate?" The dentist had
asked the question with a perfectly straight face, but he was
joking. "I understand. Well, I sure do hope he cherishes you the
way you deserve." That he had said honestly. To that Joy had no
answer. "Can you point me in the right