Molly counted herself pretty lucky. Ken was successful and also
rarely home. Not that she didn’t love him, just that from a young age she
enjoyed solitude, and his business trips gave her that.
However, since he lived most of his life travelling the world,
he had quirks that she had noticed. He had gotten used to living in hotels,
after all.
So she adapted. She served his toast cold, found shoes in
the hallway of an evening, and so on.
Although she never realised why she had to walk into the
bedroom an hour after he asked for sex…
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