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Betty saw through my lies yesterday, completely picked apart my story like some sort of sexual Sherlock Holmes. If I had gone back today claiming my dry spell continued, she would have known. So I tried a feint. I left Lilly untouched that morning, having only time to explore her home before the coffee shop opened. That turned to my advantage. I was already clocked in when Betty unlocked the door, beelined for me as I was...