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... close for comfort. If she had remained in the kitchen with me while I did what I did, there is no way anyone could have held me responsible for what I did. I was a woman who had been divorced, and she was a horny twenty-three-year-old, so she was right about one thing. And it was true that I was lonely; she had hit the bull’s eye with that shot.
After what felt like years, there was nobody sleeping in my bed. My requirements and desires were not being met properly. And there she was, a ...
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