A Weekend With Betty
”Please, Terry, ” she begged, ”I really need a weekend away.””I don't know, Betty,” I wrangled, "this weekend? It’s such short notice.”“Come on, please,” she pleaded, “I know you're not a NASCAR fan but it’ll be fun. Free food and all the free beer can drink. You and me. Just like old times. We could ride down on your motorcycle and make a weekend of it.””Okay, okay, ” I caved, ”just let me clear it with my wife first.””I knew I could count on you,” she squealed as she hugged me. ”I promise...
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