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“Look, mister, I can do more than that for ten grand. You want it kinky?”
Her voice was as phoney as mine. Maybe she was married too.
“Just your clothes.”
“Well, if that’s all you want, mister,” she shrugged and dropped her bra and tights.
“Now turn around slowly.”
I tipped my hat low over my face. I could see in the light of the moon that she’d a body to die for. Next minute I went into
rigor mortis—I was staring at my naked wife.
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