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Chapter 9.2

Ah ha!!! I’m early! Thought I wasn’t coming on ’til late.

Actually my alarm went off early and I ended up getting out the house early and then getting to work early.

So here I was with nothing to do except either put numbers into a new phone where to voicemail is still working when it wants to or working on my story.

I choose the latter and here I am to post.

I’m really excited about my move. Living in a one bedroom apartment with three kids is really stressful and now we’re moving to a four bedroom. I get my own door.

I don’t know if you really understand the significance of this, but if you’re a parent (a single parent) with no privacy for three years and the constant barage of having your things broken, mistreated or disrespected because your bedroom is also the family room, then you just don’t understand now good it will feel when I can hear the click of a closed door.

Just the thought of seeing the other side of a door makes me hot and sweaty with excitement.

I want to lay my face on it, kiss it, rub it and grind on it.

Yes, I’m talking about a door.

Bet a lot of men want to be a piece of wood about now, LOL.

okay, enough about doors cause I can’t change my panties at work.

TMI, I know.

That’s really a shame that it doesn’t take a lot to please me anymore.


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His Substitute Wife… My Sister Chapter 9.2 (c) 2008 Sylvia Hubbard

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