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Click here"Get dressed," I told him. Not even allowing him to wipe his face I forced him to dress, indicated he was to follow me to the car. I told him to get in then wrapped the scarf around his eyes again. I drove him home. Neither of us spoke on the drive.
Arriving at the apartment complex I stopped next to his car, pulled the scarf off. "Goodbye, George," I said.
He looked at me, I could tell he wanted to say something, but I shook my head. "Get out" I told him.
He opened the door and got out. I drove off, glancing back in the mirror as I turned out of the parking lot. He was still standing where I'd left him, watching me drive off, a forlorn look on his face.
I never saw George again. I later heard he'd married a woman ten years older than him, a former professional dominatrix. His family was scandalized.
But I knew he was happy.