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The clandestine meeting had been set for a public place. Consummation would take place out in the open, but among indifferent strangers.
This tete-a-tete had wholesome origins. My attractions bloomed at the Ligonier Farmer’s Market in early summer in the season of the rising sap.
Of course, I couldn’t let my wife know. I suspected she’d be very upset.
Turns out I was
Published on October 08, 2019 08:39