Every client, or group of clients, had to ask about Nathaniel. The silver ring through his nipple glinted in the lamplight. He started to slide off of me, but I grabbed his arms, and managed to say, Kiss me. I'll stay.
I hadn't kissed him good-bye. If I could get mad, I'd feel better, and Richard's presence wouldn't bother me so much. His lips were so still against mine. The hair was real, not a wig, so it wasn't our missing stripper.
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