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Wild neighborly wifeIf you try doing again what you did last night, I'm sending you straight to a psychiatrist in the morning, and I'm not kidding." He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at her. "Sweet dreams," Carol said. "Sweet dreams of money." She wheeled on her heel and left the room, snapping off the lights on her way out. To have said any more to him would have been a waste of breath. He was hopeless. She slipped on her shoes, picked up her purse, and a minute later found herself driving into the night without any destination in mind. "The old fool!" she mumbled. "To hell with him!" She didn't need him to make her happy, to keep her satisfied. If he wanted to spend the rest of his life doing nothing but working and sleeping, then let him. It was his life. But he wasn't going to tell her how to live, either. She'd have her fun, and to hell, with him if he discovered what kind of fun she was having! If anybody was going to end up seeing a psychiatrist, it would be Hyatt, not her. Ten minutes later, she found herself pulling into the back parking lot of the Zebra Adult Bookstore ...» |
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