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She charges Max Maxwell $50 for a massage, but they end up screwing. He has promised to marry her, but he doesn't want a ceremony, rings and a honeymoon. He wants to continue to live alone and she can stay with her kids.

"I'm used to my solitude," he says. "I would go crazy with those kids around me. I would go crazy if I were with you all the time. You will have your life and I will have my life. We'll get together two or three times a week to fuck and eat. I can live with that arrangement."

"You're not going to help me financially?"

"I'm barely surviving financially. You're the one who insists on matrimony. I'm fine with our present circumstances, but if marriage is so important to you, I'm willing to compromise. We can go to the county, fill out the papers and we'll be husband and wife."

"Are you going to pay me for the massages?"

"Are you turning into a prostitute? We'll be a couple. I'm willing to marry you because I'll have a clean and safe piece of ass. Why would I want to pay for your pussy as your spouse? If I'm going to pay for pussy, I want to fuck a variety of chicks."

"You want to remain alone because you want to be with other women. Haven't you fucked enough prostitutes?"

"I can be content fucking you a few times a week. My desire is waning. I don't need women like I once did. If you insist on a marriage, I'm giving you the conditions. I can be a hobby for you. I can be your escape from your mundane existence. But don't include me in any family gatherings or celebrations. I won't have any problems taking you and the kids out to dinner, but I don't want to have anything to do with the rest of your relatives."

"Will I have a key to your room?"

"That isn't necessary. The only time you will visit me I will be here, so you don't need a key to open the door. I'm changing rooms from the first floor to the fourth floor. I don't want you spying on me through the window."

"Why is everything on your terms?"

"I have been through four divorces and everything was on their terms. If you want this relationship, I know from experience that everything has to be on my terms. You're the one who is in love. You're the one who wants to marry. I'm willing to satisfy your desire for a husband, but I'm tired of chicks ruining my life because I thought of them first instead of myself."

"When are we getting married?"

"When I return from Mexico."

"You didn't tell me you were going to Mexico."

"I'm not going to be informing you about everything I do. I am spontaneous. I have my private life and you won't be a part of it. Therefore, I'm not going to explain to you my every move."

"When are you coming back?"

"I'm not sure. I could be gone a month or two."

"Where are you going?"

"I have friends in Mexico City and Cuernavaca for starters. I could continue south to Oaxaca and San Cristobal de las Casas. I'm still trying to recover from Anthony Boudrain's suicide and I need to be liberated from Brownsville. When I return, we'll go to the county and take care of business."

"What am I supposed to do in the meantime?"

"Until two weeks ago I hadn't spoken to you for three months. You have your job and your kids. The two should keep you occupied. I'm hungry. Let's change the subject. Argentina is playing now. We can eat at the Palm at the bar and watch the game. Are you hungry?"

"I'm starving."

"Great. Take a quick shower and we'll go."

"How about a kiss?"

"Sure." 

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