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He finally snapped out of it. "Huh? Oh. Uh yeah. I'm fine. What was it you wanted?" Body lotion" she said again."Um, gosh. You know, I don't even know...if I have any. Would massage oil be the same thing? There's some of that up on Mary's dressing table."Silence. Mary was his dead wife.Chrissy looked uncomfortable. He shook his head. "Oh. Here. I'll go with you." He stood up and immediately turned around. His dick was stiff again, and it was making an obvious tent in his silk pajama bottoms.. The weekend had been a rough one. Somewhere among his being hijacked to New York City, his aborted date with Roxie and his father’s near heart attack, lay the threshold from aggravation to heartburn and he knew he’d leapt across without even noticing when it happened.“I should have had the chicken croquettes.”He hadn’t quite given up on blaming the cheeseburger.Thinking about the chicken dish reminded him of Roxie and what might have been. He had really been looking forward to taking her out. More

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