signed and acted as though their behaviour was a normal function of many of their guests.

Errol asked the delivery person, a young woman with mousey brown hair, to wait and handed her a ten dollar tip. She looked into his eyes, smiled and departed. He liked her response. Money wasn’t everything but it certainly helped. Although now well off, he recalled the days when he had little money.

“Cassie,” he said, “I hope you, well... like strawberries.”

“I love strawberries. After this we can go back to bed and snuggle.”

“Ok. But I can’t stay the night,” he said.

Errol left a contented woman at just after two o’clock in the morning. He had no need to continue a romance. He had met her and had satisfied himsel...

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