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Saturday, August 25, 2012

DC Larson

He got home with just enough time to get ready. She'd already left town for the weekend -- some family thing.

He had other plans for the night: another drunken, wrecking revelry spree at the Klub.

He was halfway through the living-room when he saw it.

"What the fuck?!"

Sinking into a chair, he felt sick. Betrayed.

She'd obviously been in a hurry, and had forgotten to hide it.

All this time, she had probably had it stashed undercover in their house. Her wretched secret.

He closed his eyes. A terrible thought presented itself: What if his friends had come over? They'd know!

He looked again, crushed:

A fucking Kenny G CD!

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