One could almost hear the violins playing in the background as the lovers, George and Karl bid each other a tearful adieu.  As the memories of their precious time together came flooding back it was all they could to control themselves.  Their longing looks said more than words could ever say.  The decades of pretending are not over; after all they have done to suppress the devotion of those in love and not ashamed; they could not admit the love that dare not speak its name. 

  Karl the chubby guy will await his commander guy; and, forger that he was only a cheer leader.  Harriet Miers will gladly tend their love nest; warmed by the heat of their passion; she will take the crumbs offered and shine in their after glow.  After all, Harriet likes to watch. 

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