Pam was down in the mouth. She was laid off at work. She drove home in tears. Once home, her lazy, libidinous husband told her that if she wasn’t going to bring in the money anymore she “might as well fuck off”.
Pam booked into a motel. When she went to buy some takeaways, the bank card had been cancelled. She was hungry and desperately wanted a drink.
Thank God she’d been having an affair for months with the motel owner.
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