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serving his food, some flirting during dessert, and, before she knew it, he was waiting for her when she finished her shift. Gina repeatedly asked Shirley to send him packing or, at a minimum, to not expect anything more than a fling, but Shirley ignored her. After all, she wasn’t getting any younger. Fifty was only a few years away, and she didn’t feel like she could be too choosy. As she always told Gina, “As your ass starts to sag, so do your standards.” Collin would have to do for now.
    “Damn,” she said, remembering that her phone was disconnected. She wasn’t going to be able to pay the bill until next week unless she asked Gina to lend her the money. Wondering if her old roommate’s line might still be connected, she grabbed her phone from the socket in her room and took it across the hall into the recently vacated bedroom.
    “Hey there, it’s Shirley,” she said, sitting down on the floor.
    “Hello, gorgeous. Busy?”
    “Never too busy for you.”
    “In the mood for a little company tonight?”
    “You mean this morning. It’s after midnight.”
    “I’d like to come over and see you,” Collin said.
    “I hope you want to do more than just see me.”
    “I won’t argue with that.”
    “I’ll see you in a half hour or so?”
    “I’ll be there.”
    Shirley hung up the phone and jumped in the shower. After drying her hair and putting on her makeup, she slipped into a silk robe (okay, polyester, but it was silk to Shirley). She was dabbing on a little perfume when Collin knocked on the door.
    “Hello,” Shirley said before pressing her body up against Collin and slapping a long slow kiss on him. She could feel him beginning to swell already.
    “Baby, it’s good to see you. Is your roommate home?” Collin said in between kisses.
    “No, she moved out. She got all pissy about something. Who knows what. I was a little worried about you. I hadn’t heard from you in a while.”
    “Sorry about that. You know . . . obligations,” Collin replied, slipping his hand into Shirley’s robe and caressing her breast. He released the sash on her robe and let it slip open. “I’ve missed these,” he said, pinching her nipples. “And, oh, how I’ve missed this,” he continued, lowering his hand.
    Shirley unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his pants, letting them drop below his knees. Easing down his boxers, she let her robe fall off her shoulders and firmly grabbed his buttocks with her hands while she lowered herself to her knees.

    Twenty minutes later, Collin was scuffling around Shirley’s living room for his clothes. Shirley watched him get dressed from the sofa, wishing he would stay the night.
    “Do you have to go so soon? You just got here.”
    “I’m sorry, honey. But you know . . .”
    “I know, obligations.”
    “You know I’d stay if I could. I really would.”
    “I know. I know. How’d you sneak away this time?”
    “I had a friend of mine call the house. I told her the network was down at the office, and I had to go in and bring it back up. She was barely awake when I mentioned it, but I think she might be getting a little suspicious. We might have to cool it for a while. Actually . . . that’s why I haven’t called you recently,” Collin said meekly.
    “What do you mean, cool it?”
    “Shirley, I think we have to take a break. That’s really why I came over this evening. I wanted to tell you in person.”
    “What? Before or after you fucked me!”
    “Shirley, I hadn’t planned on that happening. I walked in the door, and you were all over me. What was I supposed to do?”
    “Be honest with me. That’s what you could’ve done.”
    “I’m being honest with you now.”
    “Well, let me get you a bozo button, you fucking bastard,” Shirley said, raising her voice. “You know you’ll just be back. You always come back. But, you know what, Collin? This is it. You can take your teeny little weenie and shove it somewhere else when that frigid wife of yours won’t