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lessly by the
door. Nothing happened...9:30...10:00...10:30. I realized I
had been stood up. I went out on my balcony and began to sip
beer while watching the pool. At about 11:30, on my way to
the kitchen to get another beer, I noticed an envelope that
had been slid under the door. Picking it up and ripping it
open, I read:
Greg,
Susan and I decided to make other plans for today. You said
you wanted to be treated like shit - now you've been treated
like shit. Hope you enjoyed it.
Gina
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Strip poker with an "interesting" twist!
And then there was the Thursday night that Ana and I went out.
In Holland (at least in our corner of it), the big nights to go
out are Thursday and Saturday, and nothing really happens until
after eleven. Nobody really goes out on Friday (too busy
recovering from Thursday, I guess). Not much gets done on Friday
mornings! That made both Thursday and Friday a bit dull for us -
I have to be at work early on Fridays, and there just isn't
anything happening on Friday night!
I was about two and and a half hours late getting home (overtime
for the fourth day in a row), but had worked a deal with my boss
to come in late the next day to make up for it.
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