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Friday Afternoon... (continued) Dwayne scrambled backward so fast he tripped when his pants tangled around his ankles. His ass would have hit the floor except his back hit the wall first. "Isn't it self-explanatory what I was doing before you barged in?" Brenda smiled at me. When her eyes turned to Dwayne, her smile became a predatory grin. "And you," I brought him into the conversation. "You hypocrite! After all the time...