“Well, I expect she did a little more for him than just the dusting and hoovering.” Laura had intended to try to sneak past them without being seen, but now she turned and faced them with a brazen smile. “Fellatio,” she announced. “Every Friday.” And without another word, she swept out. Winnie turned to Marjory with a puzzled expression. “What’s that when it’s at home?” “Italian,” said Marjory, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin. “I had it in a restaurant once.”
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