“No fever, at least,” he murmured. “Was it something you ate?”I shook my head. “Drank,” I croaked.“Too much whiskey?”Fuck, he knew me....He read the look of shame on my expression and laughed.“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” he said, gently taking me into his arms. He lifted me off the floor and carried me back to my room.“What if I throw up on you?”“There’s this great invention I have to tell you about, Celie,” he said, pressing his lips to my temple. “It’s called a washing machine.”I punched. As they sat soaking up their surroundings, he could see his wife glancing in his direction.“He looks like a strapping young man.” He grinned and squeezed her leg.She didn’t say anything, but her smile gave away what she had been thinking. He had been trying to get her to loosen up over the past week or so. He was turned on by the thought of another man turning his wife on. He often wondered if the sight of a handsome man such as this bartender made her panties wet. He had spoken of a fantasy. More

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