shower to make the haze of immanent copulation evaporate like a summer fog.

   "But?" he prompted, waiting for me to blow a hole in his grand plans.

   "I'd rather not have the money from this go into my everyday bank account," I said.

   "Are you married?" He asked quickly. "I shouldn't ask, or maybe I should have earlier...or..."

   "No," I said. "Nothing like that. I just want to keep my um...nest egg...out of my living expenses." It sounded reasonable to my ears, at least.

   "I completely get it," he said. "It won't take you a minute to set up a new account on one of the online options. It's a good idea, too. I think I&#...

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