A Stranger In Her Own House
Dog tired, Anne slumped through the door, shutting it firmly behind her.
“Home invasion, Fancy Nancy,” Stanley called out from his seat on the couch. “Call the cops.”
“Very funny.” Anne flopped down beside him, grabbing a handful of popcorn out of the bowl, stuffing her mouth.
“Poor Annie.” Nancy wandered in out of the bedroom. “They’re working you hard, aren’t they?”
“Yeah.” But it was a sheepish yeah because Anne was enjoying the work. She was learning so much.
“Someone has to be the sugarmomma. Pay the bills.” Stanley put his arm around Anne, giving her a big wet lip smack on the forehead. His work hadn’t been as steady as he hoped for, the salon owner not focused on the business.
“I wish we could help.” Nancy snuggled close to Anne on the other side, tucking a blanket around the three of them. Warm and comfy. Anne wiggled into the couch.
“Confidentiality.” Anne smiled sleepily. If she were the boss, she’d hire the hard working Nancy in a minute. Stanley, she watched him fidget, she didn’t know… Though it would be fun to all work together. She yawned.
“She’d falling asleep again, Nance No Chance.”
“Am not.” Anne forced her eyes to widen. They drooped again almost immediately. Maybe if she rested them for a moment…
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