Chapter 8

A few awkward moments passed, then Autumn jumped on him and squeezed tight. “She’s a girl-lover? She’s gay? Damn! I wished for it, but that wedding ring. Are you sure that’s what she said?”

Marc moaned, “The ring is insect repellent for horny men. She likes you. I can tell by the way her face lit.”

Autumn held on to Marc. “But our ages; I’m almost forty. She can’t be more than sixteen.” She giggled and got down off Marc.

“I figure her to be about twenty-five.”

Autumn rushed to her dresser. “I need my vibrator.”

Marc flustered. “I’ll excuse myself.”

With a fiendish grin, she said, “You can watch. Adam wouldn’t mind.”

“Aw, no, thanks.”

She ran her tongue around her lips. “You truly don’t want to, or you’re being polite.”

He waved, closed her door, and put some loud music on in the living room.

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