The headache was real. He opened his eyes and squinted at the sun coming through the window and tried to remember what had happened the night before.
“Oh you’re up. Look at the sunlight. Tell me how you feel.”
“Like I’ve been hit by a truck.”
“Do you feel alive?”
He looked at her sitting in a navy blue wingback chair wearing nothing but a smile and black silk stockings held up by red garters. He thought of her as a girl, not from her age but by the way she acted. She had been cute for a while but the cuteness became annoying and practiced.
He got out of bed and looked for his robe. She watched him with a smile on her face that was part wonder and part greed. Memories started to come back. Against his better judgement he’d taken her home and to his bed. Then…
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