“My. God. That certainly explained Lyndella Wegner’s obsession with sex. Not to mention her Southern accent. I started skimming the pages and couldn’t believe what I was reading. Good grief! “Hello? Anyone home? Anastasia?” I heard Zack calling from the kitchen. Why hadn’t I locked the door? “Be right there,” I yelled back. No way was I ready for Zack to see me butt naked in broad daylight. Hell, I wasn’t sure I wanted him ever to see me butt naked in broad daylight. Mood lighting wa...s an overweight middle-aged gal’s best friend. I stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel. After quickly drying myself, I dashed into my bedroom, closed the door, and threw on a long cotton sundress, the better to conceal hairy legs in desperate need of a sit-down with a razor. Before joining Zack, I dashed back into the bathroom and grabbed the carton of binders containing the accounts ledger, then padded barefoot into the hall.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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