I. “I can’t come,” she sighed, running a red fingernail around the rim of her glass. “Well, I can, but it takes…you know…forever. And even then, I don’t get the fireworks that I’ve been hoping for.” She stared dispassionately into the half finished margarita. Victoria Josephine Reed was still beautiful at forty- two, her long …
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