She closed the door to her apartment and leaned against it. She sighed. This Christmas was one of the best of her life. Kissing Foreman was different than the one-night stands she shared with those women in those bars. It was meaningful. But she knew that there were always consequences to kissing one of your bosses. Hopefully, this consequence would turn out to be a good one.
She fed the vis she had bought. She named it Wilt, after her late older brother, Wilter Hadley, who died in a car accident before she was even born. Her mother always picked strange names because her father never wanted...
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