Verity Specialprice-Luckman was in need of a lover. The thirteenth husband had begun to bore her.
Three weeks was more than enough time to become irritated by his excessive breathing in and then out again.
She could have him “removed”, of course, as she had done with the others, but the local constabulary were becoming officiously suspicious and the back garden was turning into a mess.
So, she would just have to attract another lover.
But to whom should she turn.
It couldn’t be anyone within her circle of friends, because, astoundingly, she didn’t have a circle of friends.
She had acquaintances: passing shadows who mumbled their names and then buzzed off into the far reaches of whatever room she owned, but nobody who peaked her attention.
She picked up the morning paper. Maybe there was a suitable candidate within its inky pages.
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