Bostonian Page #3

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to replace Jenna.

How about you?

I do okay.

VP of human resources.

Uh, I don't love it.

Hell, I don't even like it,

but it pays the bills.

But I don't work enough

to have it as an excuse

for my non-existent

social life.

My father has more of a

social life than I do.

Oh, ha-ha.

Uh-uh.

No, I'm not kidding.

What's he do for work?

He's a cop.

Well past retirement.

Really?

You know, one of my

best friends is a cop.

Police work has

always fascinated me.

Always has.

We get together once a week

and I drill him with questions.

You know,

I think it's beginning

to annoy him.

People secretly love talking

about what they do,

especially cops.

He'll always say, you know,

"I don't wanna bring

my work home",

but an hour later

and a couple of drinks,

he's spilling his guts.

He and your mom

do up the town, much?

No, my mom died 10 years ago.

You?

So good.

I got to go.

Oh, work?

Yeah.

Don't like heroes when

They make you feel like

you can't win

Oh, well, hey,

let me give you my card,

um, you know, if you're ever

looking for a job or

something.

We didn't really try

I'm daring you to tell a lie

Give me your bedroom eyes

So if you slip

inside my heart

And tore the place apart

You really f***ed up.

She was a rich slut anyway,

I could tell.

She would have left you

like your father left me.

Piece of sh*t.

At least he gave you your looks.

He was good for that.

God, he was gorgeous.

Those blue eyes.

You got those, too.

You're sweet though.

Not a f***ing prick like he was.

My sweet boy.

Sit down, sweetie.

You'll never leave mommy.

Holy sh*t.

Marshal, I want you.

I wanna feel you inside me.

Kiss you.

I wanna kiss you.

- I wanna hold you.

- Hold you.

Touch you.

Watch your blue eyes

as you come inside me.

Come inside me.

Make my big, beautiful

boy feel good.

And you make mommy feel so good.

Give mommy a kiss

in a special place.

Make mommy feel so good.

Give mommy a kiss

in a special place.

Those blue eyes.

You feel so good inside me.

Touch you.

I want you.

I wanna feel you inside me.

Katie?

Marshal.

Marshal, here.

Hi.

How are you?

Listen, uh, Katie,

how would you like

an all-expense-paid trip

to Lorenzo's steakhouse?

Courtesy of your local marshal,

A.K.A. Me.

Yeah?

Uh, Saturday,

does that work for you?

8:
00?

That would be fabulous.

I'll meet you in the bar?

Great.

I'm looking forward to it.

Okay.

Saturday at 8:
00.

Right, right.

Great. Me, too.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

Oh, I don't know.

Come, uh, make yourself at home.

Thank you again for dinner.

It was really good.

It was my pleasure.

Now, what can I get

you to drink?

Oh... Club soda?

Club soda it is.

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