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"FUCK!" She said I was hubby's birthday gift. I shrugged, dressed, and left. I had early class tomorrow. Then her neighbor called, wanting to try a woman and see. Our afternoon romp left her limp and word began to spread. The Thursday bridge club paid trumps for my talent, loving the way I shuffled their decks. Bride's night out, widow's night in, it got to be a regular sewing circle and I was the silken thread. Semester...