A Walk Down Misery Street

“I want to tell you something about your angel. I am going through a hard time now; I am divorcing from my husband.” She kept silent for a while. “While I was going to meet with you today, I was thinking whether or not to sleep with you. I assumed I would feel better then. I feel ashamed to reveal this. So silly, isn’t it? Please, forget what I just said.”

She suddenly stopped and, embracing my head, lifted herself to her tiptoes and kissed me on the lips. “Thank you, Pete.”

“For what?’

“Just for an amazing evening. I’ll help you get a very good job.”

(THIS IS THE END OF THE SECTION)

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