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horrible and beautiful at the same time. Afterwards he had held her and they had done it again a day later, and many times after that.
    “Sammy,” Jack said.
    “Jack,” Samantha replied.
    “Just one date,” Eli said peremptorily, with the tone of voice of a man who hates waiting. “Just one date, Samantha.”
    Samantha looked down at her hands, and then back up at the two men. There was a danger to them, but it was not directed at her. They were different to the bums that hung around The Spatula, the dirty men with beer-stained vests and big pot bellies dangling over cheap jeans. These were men who didn’t need to intimidate women; their selves had already been affirmed in years of struggle and bloodshed. She felt as though she were part of something bigger than her town as she sat in the presence of these two men.
    “One date,” she said firmly. “I will go on one date, and it has to be in the city. I’m not having the whole town talking. And my car’s broken, so you have to drive.”
    “Yes, ma’am,” Eli said, smiling.
    Jack nodded. “Sounds good to me.”
    She was a fool. You heard about cases like this all the time, didn’t you? Woman tricked into abduction by Navy SEALs. She would be third-page, one-paragraph news. So why then did she feel a thrill of excitement run through her at the thought? Even after Jack and Eli had left, rather unceremoniously, Samantha felt as though her life had just been promoted to something alien.
    Yesterday, she had been a waitress. Today, she was a point of desire for two muscular, dangerous, captivating Navy SEALs.
    Life is strange, sometimes , she thought, as she washed the coffee mugs.
     
    *
     
    They had scheduled the date for the following Friday, so Samantha had to endure an entire week of work before it came. She only saw Jack around twice, on his way to the store. He smiled at her and they exchanged a few words, but nobody would have guessed that they were anything more than old friends or casual acquaintances. Nobody would have guessed that they were going on a strange date in a few days. People would have thought: There goes that nice boy who fought in the war and that waitress who is always smiling . And that’s it. Upon reflection, that was how Samantha preferred it. Small towns are a hotbed of gossip. She had no desire to be the talk of the town anytime soon.
    When you have worked at a place for a long time, days cease to drag or go quickly. There is a comfortable routine to them and one day is so similar to the other that they become indistinguishable. Usually Samantha floated through her work week in a kind of funk, moving here and there as though propelled by a force she neither saw nor comprehended. This week, however, she was too excited and nervous about her date to not notice the time. Each pour of coffee seemed to drag out to a full minute, and even her lunch break became a sort of chore.
    But then, finally, Friday arrived.
    She wished she was more excited on the day. She feared she had spent her excitement in the week. The nervous energy had been used up and now she felt nonchalant and relaxed, like none of this was any big deal, really. And she had been quite silly for thinking otherwise. Perhaps she would feel different when she saw the SEALs. Perhaps their dormant danger would awake something in her. Or perhaps this would fail and they would all slide back into their own lives.
    Either way, she had to choose what to wear!
     
    *
     
    She stood, naked, before her mirror. She had never been the hot girl at school. Her breasts were too small. She had been called boyish many times. She thought it was a fair description. She had smallish B-cup breasts and a small waist and a petite bottom. Her skin was cloud-white and reddened rather than tanned in the sun. Her cheeks were lightly freckled and her hair was a deep wood-brown. Her eyes were blue like Jack’s. (For a short period as children they had been the “Blue-Eyed Gang”.) She wore a dress that