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Mary Arnold awoke and instinctively reached across the king-sized bed for her husband’s crotch. Instead, her hand closed on the rumpled sheet and she realized Don wasn’t in bed with her anymore.
“Shit!” she mumbled to herself, sitting up and looking around the spacious hotel room.
Though the thin drapes she could see her husband’s silhouette in one of the chairs on the balcony, hunched over the table.
“Don?” she called towards the balcony. “Don, what are you doing?”
“Morning, babe,” Don called cheerfully from outside. “I’m just working on some papers for the office.”
“Oh, fuck!” Mary groaned, falling back on the bed. “Not again!”
What the hell is the matter with us, Mary thought. We’re on the second day of our vacation and he’s doing his fucking office work.
Flipping onto her back again, she ran her hands down her naked body and tried to remember the last time Don had really been excited about having sex.
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