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okay, I’m okay, but,” he elegantly motioned towards Carol, “you go so far beyond okay that Lancelot would never have busted up the round table if he’d seen you before Guinevere.”
“I do believe you’re trying to bamboozle me with bull and booze,” Carol laughed. “Bamboozle away.”
After several more drinks Newt and Carol called a taxi and rode to her house. Carol said she loved his ideas and had some intriguingly original ones of her own. One included a way of tying her shirt above her navel that made Newt’s scalp tingle. They drank and danced to rock-and- roll, then sang the show tunes of Rogers and Hammerstein. Newt was untying Carol’s shirt when the phone rang. The answering machine loudly answered. Carol’s ex-husband announced he was coming over.
“Darn him,” Carol cried. “Not now!”
“Yes, later,” said Newt, pulling apart her shirt.
“But he’s been having a rough time,” said Carol, “and
I promised to help him when needed. Tonight has been divine. Surely we can arrange a love-check.”
“I’ll joust him fair and square,” Newt declared.
“No, Newt. It’s not that way. We’ve stayed friends and I feel somewhat responsible. I’ll call you soon. Take my truck and we’ll get together when you return it.”
“No. No truck. I’m not getting another DWI.”
“There’s no time for a cab.”
“I’ll be fine.” He gave Carol a lingering kiss, took a long
pull off a Wild Turkey bottle, and trotted off down the road. It was only a couple of miles to his house. Yet, he hadn’t judged just how drunk he was. Cutting through a backyard blew his gyroscope. It became so dark he didn’t