I…yeah, she probably just was driving, or something, I lied to myself. Ashley always answered her phone, even when driving. It drove me nuts. Adam s...ueezed my shoulder then swore. Here comes Gretchen. He ducked out of my cubicle before our boss, the uptight Gretchen Dicks could yell at him. She was in her fifties, skinny as a dry stick, like all the fluid had been sucked out of her. Her hair was pulled back into a bun so tight her face was permanently stuck in a scowl. She was like a vulture,. The only thing Tara read which she didn't already know involved the details of the weekly Titshurt Town Meeting. All the wives were required to be at the town's dance hall by eight o'clock every Saturday night, and remain there until midnight. Once there, participation in the activities was voluntary, but the wives had to attend for the entire four hours.The only other specification had to do with the white high heels. Regardless of the outfit they decided to show up in, all the Titshurt wives. More

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