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Then
Iris
’
plane
landed
.
I
stood
at
the
window
and
watched
her
get
off
.
She
still
looked
good
.
She
had
come
all
the
way
from
Canada
to
see
me
.
She
had
one
suitcase
.
I
waved
to
her
as
she
filed
through
the
entranceway
with
the
others
.
She
had
to
pass
through
customs
,
then
she
was
pressed
up
against
me
.
We
kissed
and
I
got
half
a
hard
-
on
.
She
was
in
a
dress
,
a
practical
tight
-
fitting
blue
dress
,
high
heels
and
she
wore
a
small
hat
cocked
on
her
head
.
It
was
rare
to
see
a
woman
in
a
dress
.
All
the
women
in
Los
Angeles
wore
pants
continually
.
.
.
Since
we
didn
’
t
have
to
wait
for
her
baggage
we
drove
right
to
my
place
.
I
parked
out
front
and
we
walked
through
the
court
together
.
She
sat
on
the
couch
while
I
poured
her
a
drink
.
Iris
looked
over
at
my
homemade
bookcase
.
"
Did
you
write
all
those
books
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
I
had
no
idea
you
had
written
so
many
.
"
"
I
wrote
them
.
"
"
How
many
?
"
"
I
don
’
t
know
.
Twenty
,
twenty
-
five
.
.
.
"
I
kissed
her
,
putting
one
arm
around
her
waist
,
pulling
her
to
me
.
The
other
hand
I
put
on
her
knee
.
