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Spa Day
I hop around the room, dressing in yoga pants because they don’t hurt going over my stupid foot. To compensate for the haphazard wardrobe choices, I spend extra time on the face and hair, just in case I see darling Roger midmeeting. I have the whole day to psych myself up for our dinner date. I deserve to have my girl parts played with. Finally. And I’m confident—given earlier cursory gropings—Roger Dodger knows a lot of fun ways to play with said parts.
Two nights in a row, I’ve gone to bed with my virtue intact. Soon after arriving home from Brigand Bay, my hopes for a quiet dinner and not-so-quiet dessert were dashed when Roger announced he had a work-related function to attend. “Which is why I chartered our little excursion today. You’re not upset, are you?”
I shook my h
