“No! I mean yes, but even so, I don’t want them thinking I’m some kind of trollop who stands at the door half-naked waiting for her man to arrive.”

“But you are a trollop waiting for her man to arrive. What’s wrong with that? You’re over eighteen. You can do what the fuck you want!”

“Shhhh! Stop it!” She demanded. “They’re not supposed to know anything about me. I like my privacy and that’s the way it’s going to stay, okay?”


“Do you want them to think that you’re a lonely spinster?”

“I don’t want them to think anything at all.”

“They already do. You can’t stop people thinking.”

“I know but it’s none of their business what I do in my home.”

“I don’t know what the problem is. Why hide it for god’s sake?”

“Look, I have a reputation to keep up.”

“Reputation? You keep to yourself. That’s your reputation.”

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