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She swirled her dirty martini, watching the lone olive drift in the glass like a tiny, defeated life raft. “So,” she said, her voice a low purr of controlled chaos, “the divorce attorney’s number is in your phone under ‘Golf Buddy.’”

The answer was four.

The Last Olive

Marjorie snatched the last olive from her glass and ate it. “Don’t be so sure. I hide the good lube in the same box as the tax returns. You’ve never found either.” adult comedy

“That can be arranged. I have a shovel in the trunk and a very flexible moral code after 8 p.m.” She swirled her dirty martini, watching the lone

Greg didn’t look up. “Hilarious. Did you remember to tip the valet?” “Don’t be so sure

The waiter arrived with dessert. A single, luridly red velvet cake, shaped like a heart. Greg picked up his fork. “You know,” he said, finally smiling, “this is why I never had an affair.”