I’d even had her dress up in Jenn’s lingerie. She still had them on under her jeans when she had told me about Jenn cheating. My god…Fucking G...ant. He’d taken advantage of a drunk Jenn and was fucking around on Justine. Uneasy anger trickled into me and washed away the fatigue I’d just been feeling. That fucking guy. Justine wasn’t good enough for him? She wasn’t an angel in any form but she deserved a husband that didn’t cheat. Why the hell was Justine staying with him? I’d promised. Morgan was prevailed upon to stay and eat, but he would have none of it. He had mutton and cheese in his pack, he said; they had a long way to go, and the days were growing short. Bidding his new wife kneel, he took off his pack and strapped it on her back before assisting her to her feet. Then they left, and the last the bystanders saw of the two newly-marrieds was of the drably-clothed back of the husband and the pale gleam of the bare back of his wife vanishing into the heat-haze that hung. More

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