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Entrapment
© 2003 "So honey, any ideas for the costume party?" my wife asked. Pam was standing at the kitchen counter, chopping carrots for the salad. She was a petite brunette and her hips shifted as she leaned against the counter, giving a nice curve to her back. Even after five years of marriage, I was still crazy about her, but I wasn't crazy about the idea of this costume party at her friend's house. Why couldn't we just go and pull a good drunk? I remember the last time I had to get...