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Fueled by a dozen whiskey sours and a night of sidelong glances, I was eager to oblige when Charlotte pulled my long blonde hair so she could whisper “Take me home” into my ear. I was but a gangly 17; she was 32 and a real head-turner, tall as my hairless chest, so that her bedroom eyes were always looking up at me from beneath feathery lashes.…
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