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” As I grabbed my dress, he said, “On second thought, you better use the restroom, again. Wash up and fix your hair and makeup.” He playfully sw...tted my bare butt, “You look like a slut that’s been used for a couple hours.”I stepped up to him and kissed him, then backed to his door replying, “Then, I think I am making progress, sir.”He walked me to a small café specializing in salads a couple blocks away from the office building. On the crowded lunch-time sidewalks, I was very aware of my dress. It was evident as soon as Amelia woke up in my arms.She looked at me with intensity, and said, “I forgot to tell you I love you last night,” almost apologetically.“That’s okay.”“No, it’s not,” she insisted seriously. “I have to tell you every night so you won’t forget.”My heart lurched. “I won’t forget, Amelia.”Still serious, she informed me, “I have to tell you every night.”“Why?”“Because.” Her eyes brightened. “We’re getting Rufus back today!”In a flurry of energy, she rolled out of bed, her. More

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