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When I got to Ellen's I still felt exhausted as if I hadn't slept at all. I hoped I didn't pass out on the couch while I was supposed to be watching Alex. I'd have to find ways to keep myself busy to prevent that from happening.
She answered the door and the first thing I noticed was she refused to look me in the eyes. I got the impression she was embarrassed about the other night. Or maybe it was my imagination. For all I knew, she was relieved I turned down her advances, and after I left she wondered what had possessed her to even contemplate trying to sleep with me.
“Thank you so much for doing this,” she said as I walked in. I noticed she was dressed very business-like. She wore a skirt that came down just above her knees and a blouse, buttoned up to show no cleavage. She'd strai
