Driving back."
"I'll walk you down," Oliver said.
"Where's your coat? You'll get wet."
"I don't need one," he said. They walked down the driveway in
comfortable silence. The light rain had gradually wet things through.
Branches and leaves were dripping, and the drive was muddy in patches.
"You don't look so great," she said.
"I'm O.K."
"Terrific kid."
"She is. I don't know . . . It's the sex thing."
"I thought so," Jacky said. She was surprisingly sympathetic for
someone who had been throwing wine glasses at him the last time he'd
seen her.
"How's _your_ love life?"
"Improving," Jacky said. "I found a real nice guy. He works on Capitol
Hill, actually."
"I'm glad," Oliver said. "You look mellower."
"I've been working my way through some of this sexual stuff," she said.
"I'm not so different. I mean--I still like my equipment." Oliver put
his arm around her shoulders and hugged her. "But it's not _so_
important. There are other kinds of bonds." She paused. "I think maybe
you have some work to do in that area. But--leave it in the bedroom,
Oliver." They walked on.
"I'm trying," he said.
"I think you have a little dom in you," Jacky said.
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