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We used to fuck nearly three times a week. Sometimes. It was four. I was lucky. Until I wasn’t. Until he confused fucking me with fucking someone else. My name is Marjorie booker. I’m 72 years old and I’ve only ever slept with one man, Jeffery. He was six foot tall with olive skin and blue eyes. Quite a looker he was. I knew what people thought when they’d see us together. Yes, he was so much better looking than I was. But he was terrible at everything else. He couldn’t cook, he couldn’t clean, he couldn’t hold a decent conversati...
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When I first got hired to work at the museum. My biggest concern was how was I going to go through the whole day just standing. My poor black leather coach loafers. My poor feet. One week into working, it felt like labour at its finest. My manager was a crude. She was also five foot four, skinny, whiny and an alcoholic. I was an actress paving the way for myself. During the job interview, when she asked me why I wanted the job, I paused for a slight second. I could tell her the truth, tell her I’m just here for a short time, to pay o...
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