Phone Sex Escape -25-

I stood in the doorway, head tilting to the side, and for a minute wondering if I stepped into the twilight zone. My life has suddenly become an alternate universe, and I’m ready to get off this ride. Losing control of anything will never be acceptable to a person like me. Self admittedly, I am a control freak. For the next few minutes, I prolong that agony. Not mine, but Haven’s because I can feel her anxiety as she stands there like a scared child. It’s almost worth all the trouble she has caused to see my wife in a tormented state of disarray.

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Red light

“Vanessa, you have an appointment with Mr. Red shoes. Information is on the fax machine.”

He was his usual Monday self. Cheerful and full of life. Who am I kidding? The Man has the personality of dry toast. He did run a tight office, though. He knew how to get the girl’s appointments and make sure the client was always happy. I will give him that much credit. I grabbed the paper on my way to the lounge. There was nothing that stood out in the requirements he had for today. Red shoes, red dress, hair in a bun, and arrive at 8 pm—nothing to curl my toes or make me jump for joy. My crush was long over for this Man.

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