Wasted Tickets

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Wasted Tickets

"Come on, dear. We'll be late for the play," Mary said, looking over the hoop skirt on the dressing stand. "I need help with this."

Abe walked out of the bathroom with his white dress shirt hanging out of his pants and his suspenders hanging down. He walked behind her and unzipped the dress. He wrapped her in his arms. "Oh, come on, my love. You haven't let me touch you since Willie died." He squeezed her breasts through her shift.