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Friday The Wharf
SEPTEMBER Saturday Adèle lay exhausted on her untidy bed, her head throbbing from last night’s drinking, and her body from a whole day’s exertions. Ben had come over early in the morning and taken her mercilessly, over and over… and in a few hours, Robbie was coming to do the same. She sighed, her eyes closed against the aches that were slowly suffusing her entire body, and the sweet soreness in between her legs. And her head… She’d kill for a beer, she thought, and dismissed the idea almost...