The phone jangles me from my post-orgasm sleep. "I need to see you. Hotel bar." Only two hours since we said we'd never meet again. Slipping on sweatpants and shirt, slippers, hotel robe, I navigate there. Handsome, no, beautiful man rises as I enter. "Dave," he says. Frisson-filled handshake. Eyes downcast, Ann murmurs, "invite us up." --------- Door closes behind us, my face quizzical.
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