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Vera knew Harv'd be home soon. She could nearly feel the rumble of his semi through the floor of the trailer. It'd been a long haul. At first of course she liked having him out of her hair. She could air out the trailer, go out with her girlfriends, get a little readin' done. (Harv's idear of literature was the Victoria's Secret catalog. Vera knew the secret, she thought to herself as she squeezed and wriggled into a teddy. Them models ain't got no bosoms.)
But a woman needs her man, no matter what cousin Peg said, always going on about her various DEE-vices and such. Ain't no "thingie" could guzzle a six-pack, slap and tickle, and throw her around the bedroom like her man. It takes a MAN to move a gal her size, she thought.
One more glance around the kitchenette to make sure all was ready... pork chops and taters with ketchup, his favorite. Cherry pie just starting to bubble in the oven, the filling oozing out here and there, just like me in my teddy, she thought, with a giggle that turned into a snort-snort-snort.
Oh Lordy, he's home... and already hitching hisself out of his overalls before he'd even reached the door. Vera had just enough time to think, "guess I'll be reheating dinner later" as she braced herself for a flying tackle. The trick's to roll with it, she thought.
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