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Massage parlor wifeBut, she finally reasoned, that was her lot in life, and she'd make the best of it. Yet, no sooner had she gotten back to her apartment, than the phone was ringing. Picking it up, she started talking to Laura. "Where's Brad?" Laura asked, knowing he'd gone again, as she'd watched them drive out earlier. "Oh, around," Terry replied, hating to admit he had left her alone again. "Around where – the airport?" "Alright, so I drove him to O'Hare Field. He's on his way to Miami…" "That's nice," Laura laughed. Terry felt like hanging up on her. "Well, if you don't want to be alone tonight, you know you can always join me at the Roman Massage…" "Thanks," Terry said, "I'll let you know later!" "Alright, luv – take care!" After Laura hung up, she put some music on her stereo and listened to it, and watched the sun shining on the lake. The beauty of the sun gilding the rippling water held a strange fascination for her. And then, she found herself dreaming. And as she dreamed she thought of some of the younger men, nearer her age she could have married, but turned down because she wanted the money, the opportunity that they could offer ...» |
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