Page 9 of Torrid Passion
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So why can’t you show up?
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My husband got back an hour ago and announced last-minute dinner plans with a client. He wants me to accompany him.
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What the fuck? You never mentioned you were married. You weren’t even wearing a wedding ring.
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Rings are sooooooo passé. I prefer luxury wheels as a sign of commitment. Lucky for me, my husband is very generous.
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Jesus Christ. You could’ve had the decency to tell me. I don’t look at married women, let alone touch them.
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It’s okay. I have an open mar-riage. My husband is seventy-seven. Even with Viagra, he can’t keep it up that long. Not to mention, he isn’t very big.
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Too much information.
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I just thought you’d want to know.
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What I know is I have no desire to be part of your open marriage.
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Don’t be like that. I’m al-lowed to ride younger and firmer dicks as often as I want, as long as my husband gets to watch.
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You were going to show up with your husband and expect me to fuck you in front of him?
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Duh! If I didn’t, that would be cheating. I’m no cheater.
What a warped sense of logic.
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Good for you. I don’t fuck what belongs to another man. Never. And I don’t give shows.
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I don’t belong to anyone, you asshole.
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