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I stay in Bretford, England, with my old husband, who is fifty-eight. Not rock per say. “That is the best news of the night, Suzy.”
I smiled back. You might end up cheating on him, you know?”
“He has cheated on me many times than I can count. I had worn my mini skirt already and nothing was going to have me change it. Men were paired with women. I could be forty-three but barren. Single moms like Cara and me hugged each other and then broke free repeatedly. I liked it truthfully. Dunce was the name of the nightclub we set off to. The night was still young. I was expecting to hear, ‘You look sexy, mom.’ You look fuckable too, my babe.” We roared into laughter another time.
