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One Last Kiss
Tonight was the last time, for real this time. I had planned to stop being my lover’s mistress. For one we were becoming emotionally attached—no surprise there as it seems to occur in almost every lengthy affair people have. Secondly, guilt has been eating me alive lately. I mean he’s a married man. For 15 years now to be exact. I remember the day we met 8 months ago like it was yesterday. I had just got out of a bad break up and just wanted to drink my sorrows away. And then I met him. Trav...