The Good Girl Page #4

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Phil, come

with me to the car.

What?

Come with me to the car.

I got to get something.

What are you doing?

Get in the car.

Just get

in the car, Phil.

What the hell?

I don't want

to go to Bible study.

Why not?

Because I don't want to.

Now let's just

get out of here.

Justine,

this is embarrassing.

We're running away

from Bible study

like a couple of

devil worshipers.

I don't care.

I'm not in the mood.

You are

freaking me out, man.

Why?

Why?

Because we forgot

our Bibles is why.

You just said 2 seconds ago

they'd forgive us.

Well, they may not,

all right?

So can we please just

get the sh*t out of here?

All right.

I'm never going back

to Bible study again.

I can tell you that much.

I don't care.

Fine by me. Let's just go.

I look too white,

don't you think?

Not at all. I'm just trying

to match your face with your hair.

I was thinking

you're not white enough.

I think I look

kind of weird.

The first rule of fashion

is you have to look weird.

What I'm doing has come

straight here from France.

Oh?

It's called Cirque du Face...

meaning

"Circus of the Face,"

and it's all the rage

with the Frenchies, ma'am.

Well, you're

the professional.

That's right...

and you're in good hands.

Justine,

what happened to you?

I looked over,

and I saw you two driving off

like vampires in the night.

Oh, gee...

we... we forgot our Bibles.

Well, you could have just

looked on with your neighbor.

It's a church, you know.

You can't make water without

bumping your nut on a Bible.

Well, we felt bad.

What in blazes?

Do you like it?

I can't go.

What?

I can't go today.

There's something important

that I have to tend to.

I thought you said

we'd go today.

Yeah, something came up.

Well, what?

What came up?

OK, look, uh...

I think, um, maybe...

somebody has found out about us.

Well, I'm starting to wonder

if you even want to go.

I'm starting to think

you don't get me.

Maybe I don't get you.

You do! You do get me!

You just don't

want to get me...

because I'm

too intensified for you.

Justine, who cares...

Who cares

if someone found out?

Look, we don't have to

live like this, Justine.

I know what it's like

to go home every night

and feel like

you're hiding out.

We can leave

all this behind.

That's easy for you

to say, Holden.

You are not married.

Are you just

going to give up?

You going to go

crawling back?

Holden, you are going

to get us caught!

You're so

f***ing frightened...

it makes me sick.

Wait...

don't give up on us.

I won't.

OK.

OK.

I'll see you

tomorrow, OK?

OK?

OK.

Good luck on

your important thing.

Thanks.

Easy, Bits. Easy, Bits.

Back in your corner!

Back in your corner!

Back in your corner, Bits!

Come on in.

I want

to show you something.

Sit.

You get in your corner!

Get in your corner!

I mean it!

In your corner!

In your corner!

I'm in shock.

Why?

You know why.

Bubba sat like that

for what seemed like 10 years

before he began to speak.

Finally,

when he opened his mouth...

he talked a blue streak

about the sad ruin

that was his life.

He talked about

how he loved Phil...

and how he loved me...

and how he always wanted

a girlfriend just like me

and to be a guy like Phil

and to be a guy like Phil

to this imaginary girl

like me who he never found.

Then he started on about

giving up your dreams

and how it's all a part

of getting older.

Bubba had given up

his dream of being Phil.

He had accepted his fate

of being Bubba...

always and forever.

Then last week...

a door that had

always been shut

swung wide open.

Bubba felt that this

was no chance coincidence.

A cosmic force was at work.

The sounds of me making love

to a man who wasn't Phil

was like

a shout in Bubba's ear

from the Creator himself.

What it meant,

or what to do or why...

Bubba didn't know.

All he knew

was that he hated me

for poisoning

the well of idealism

from which he had drunk

for so long.

I was no longer Bubba's image

of perfection.

I was just

a liar and a whore...

and that sickened him.

But on the other hand...

he loved me

for opening his eyes

and releasing him from

the bitter chains of envy

that bound him to Phil.

Phil was no Superman...

just a cuckold and a fool...

and that was beautiful.

Bubba felt that there was

just one thing

left for us to do...

something that would

solve both of our problems

and end

this whole tragic saga.

Bubba, I'm not going

to sleep with you.

But don't you see?

This is my chance

for liberation.

But one person's...

But one person's...

you know, liberation...

is another person's badness.

There's just no way.

I'm going to have

to tell Phil then.

Why?

He's my best friend.

I can't

keep him in the dark

about something this big.

He's a cuckold.

But you want

to cuckold him yourself.

That's different.

That's not about him.

That's about my salvation.

Look, you've got

your choice to make...

Destroy your marriage

and break

your husband's heart...

or have sex with me

right now.

In your corner, Bits!

Down! In your corner!

Justine! Justine! Justine!

Oh! God!

What?

There was someone

at that window.

Did you not see?

Oh, you're paranoid.

I got to go.

Phil is never

going to find out

about any of this.

Don't fret.

Just get this damn dog

away from me.

You're looking at

a free man, Justine.

A free man.

Great. Good for you.

Thank you.

Bits!

Bits! Bits!

All the tales

of mystical places

began with

"once upon a time..."

I'm nervous.

You're nervous? Why?

Because I got to go

to that doctor tomorrow

and jism into a cup,

that's why.

What if I can't do it?

You can do it.

You know, if you

said you'd help me...

I'd feel

a lot less nervous.

It's going to be on

your lunch hour anyway.

OK.

You didn't even

say nothing

about the TV

being fixed.

Oh. Is it?

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Well, aren't you

a fright?

Justine, have you

heard from Holden?

He didn't show up

for work today.

I want to know

what gives.

I know you two

are friends.

We're not friends.

You eat lunch

together every day.

No, we don't.

Well, if you see him...

tell him Jack Field's

looking for him.

Oh, my God!

What are you doing?

You're a hooker.

You hooker!

I saw you.

You followed me.

So how many guys

you gettin' with?

You gettin' with

every guy in the state?

No! Holden, this is

all because of you!

He had me

over a barrel.

If I didn't

sleep with him...

he was going to tell

Phil about us.

I'm so alone!

You've got

to get ahold of yourself.

Are you drunk?

Yes, I'm drunk!

And I'll be drunk every day

until the day I die!

What do you care?

You'll jump on any pecker

that's put in front of you!

It's not

what you think.

I saw everything!

Oh, God! Oh, my God!

OK, go home, sober up...

meet me after work...

and we will

talk about this.

Where are you going?

I got to help Phil

with his sperm.

What?

Just go!

- Go on!

- Wait.

I can't share you, Justine!

Maybe with one man...

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