Terms Of Endearment Larry Mcmurtry นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Larry read it, blinked, read it again, and then again, and frowned, trying to figure out if Leah had asked the question or if his old Army buddy was goofing around. After several rounds of typing then backspacing, he finally typed the only thing he could think of that wouldn’t land him in trouble and hit ‘send’. Then she responded with an apology and a smiley face, and he grinned. “She’s got a goofy sense of humor like me. Nice,” Larry observed. “So here we go,” he said, and he began to type.

Perhaps she should have kept quiet after all. She turned her head and saw two new men walking toward her. They were large and muscular, shirtless and coated in a sheen of sweat. One of them was fondling his crotch as they approached. “Pretty and sweet,” said Larry as he slapped her ass. “Haven’t had a woman like that since the day I married Missy,” he said, pride in his voice. I fucked someone named Larry? Sarah asked herself, her elitism returning in full force.

LARRY: “That’ll melt half the country. We’ll get sponsors, investors, pity votes. And when the board starts leaning my way again… boom. I take back the company.” Anita scribbled it all down, her mouth tight. She didn’t like the way he was smiling. But she had learned long ago to keep her thoughts quiet around men like Larry. After Anita left, Larry stood in front of the mirror, straightened his collar, and took one last admiring look at himself. “Both women played their part beautifully,” he muttered. “Audrey, the little firecracker. June, the perfect fallen angel.” He raised his glass to the reflection.

My eyes widened again. “You're being dramatic, Laura. I'm used to it, it's no news to us, the less privileged ones.” Larry said. He never calls me by name, I knew he was angry, so I calmed my voice, sighing softly. “I'm worried about you, Larry. You're the only one I have left now in my life, I wouldn't want to loose you too.” I purred, pulsing my lips, and he snorted from the other end.

I promised Larry I'd run in the morning. "Larry?" Luke's face darkened slightly. Maureen immediately laughed, "It's that big brother soldier who accompanied me out today! His name is Larry. " "It seems like your ability to adapt isn't bad. Immediately, we'll be friends." Luke praised her emotionally. "He's quite nice." With that, Maureen said to him, "Good night." After she finished speaking, she was about to close the door. But at this time, a large palm pressed against her door with some force, Luke's cold voice slipped in, "I will only take up a few minutes of your time."

The entire room had gone suspiciously quiet. Even Greta looked like she'd forgotten how breathing worked. Slowly, still stunned, I lifted my arms and hugged him back. The embrace remained for several seconds. And somehow... I didn't want it to end. When was the last time we'd done something like this? Had we ever? Eventually Larry pulled away. His eyes looked suspiciously glassy. I stared at him. He stared back. Then he cleared his throat. "I'm proud of you." The words hit harder than I expected.