She Introduced Me as a Friend From Work
At his wife's birthday dinner I was "Mark from the Denver office." She kissed his cheek. I shook his hand. Nobody knew I had her hotel key in my pocket.
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At his wife's birthday dinner I was "Mark from the Denver office." She kissed his cheek. I shook his hand. Nobody knew I had her hotel key in my pocket.
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