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Eileen was a psychologist all right.

Instead of wanting to sock the poor bastard I found myself having a fellowfeeling for him.

Maybe he felt the same way.

I never felt such a lowdown hound in my life.

First thing I knew he was in the kitchenette cooking up the breakfast and I was handing Eileen her coffeecup and she was lying there handsome as a queen among her courtiers.