I was at home when Sandra came back from work one evening, and unlike her normal rush for her welcome kiss, she ran straight into my arms and sobbed her heart out. My shirt was wet with her tears, and it was all I could do to hold her tight, or she would have collapsed. She’d had some problems at the office, a jealous colleague had been putting rumors out about her behind her back. These were not pleasant, and…
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