A Grand Birthday
The knock came as I took my first sip from my third glass. Sighing, I stood and walked to the door; the sight through the peephole evoked a different sigh.“Massage,” she said when I opened the door.“I didn’t order a massage,” I said.“A special gift from the hotel, sir, for the birthday boy.”“That’s…a surprise.”“All part of our new charm offensive.”Staring into her brown eyes, I replied, “Which I’d wager you spearhead.”Smiling in pleased surprise, she pushed the door open and rolled her massage...
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