There

here comes a time...

It was a dirty deal and I knew it. Not the kind of thing a girl like me, usually so straight forward about things, would do to a man. But I really had no choice in the matter.

Let me tell you about this man. He was tall, in fact, almost a giant and great locks of curly black hair fell over his forehead. Looked like something out of one of those Charles Atlas ads where most of the models have muscle they haven't even

used yet.

Well, this guy was nice enough all right, even temper and probably had been voted the most popular boy in school. But somehow there was something that I really didn't like about him. Maybe it was because I once caught him lying to me; that's something that makes my blood boil. Just can't see it. Another thing was his attitude. Really a clinging vine type. This love-you-madly and I'll-give-you-the-moon business is okay but not every night in the week!

I had tried to shake this guy for at least six weeks now. Nothing could scare him off! Even when I had got my sort-of-regular man of the hour to tell this character to go, he wouldn't take the hint. I ended up losing the regular.

And last week I pulled a dandy! Met an old boy friend of mine in a restaurant one night and asked him to do me the favor. Well, it turned out this old friend went home with a slightly black eye and The Character was back beaming at me in ten minutes. Seems he's been a spare-time boxer for years now.

Well, I went home and pondered over the whole situation all last week. Somewhere, somehow I had to lose this guy! Even though the old friend routine had failed me twice I decided to give it another try. Never say die is my motto.

I called up another friend of mine and made arrangements to meet in a restaurant on a Thursday night, when I'd walk in with this character on my arm. For an hour I poured all the details over the phone, even in my desperation, offering a small fee if this thing went over all right.

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