The Dow Jones had bounced up and down all day, and Rock watched with interest as he sat on a pier at the lake where a friend of his kept a large sailboat.
A cute thirty-year-old woman with long brunette hair, a girl-next-door midwesterner Rock had known for years, walked onto the pier and sat beside him. "How's the market doing?" she said.
"It's hanging in there. I don't think anyone will get rich or go broke today."
She placed one of her palms on the back of his right hand and squeezed it softly, and he was immensely pleased. It was apparent to him that he had a new girlfriend.
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