The knock came as I took my first sip from my third glass. Sighing, I stood and walked to the door; the sight through the peephole evoked a different sigh. "Massage," she said when I opened the door. "I didn't order a massage," I said. "A special gift from the hotel, sir, for the birthday boy." "That's.a surprise." "All part of our new charm offensive." Staring into her brown eyes,
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