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Phillip T Stephens
Wind Eggs
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3 min readSep 25, 2020

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Shirt with lipstick hangs in closet
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Betty stormed the stairs, her hips as tightly wound as a snake making a beeline for its prey. She still gave Archie a boner, though. His high school sweetheart, married to her twenty years and she still could raise a stiffie. Except maybe he shouldn’t be thinking about his stiffie. Considering the circumstances.

He stared at the shirt in his hand, the one he wore last night from the Chamber of Commerce meeting to review the proposal for the new Lodge Mall, the meeting and maybe a few drinks after. At the Lodge Lounge across the street. Didn’t even have to move their cars, just zip across the street for a quick one, friendly company and…

Okay, maybe he should have checked his shirt before he tossed it in the basket, but who’d’ve thought Betty would do a pre-laundry inspection?

Archie buried his nose in the shirt. Right. Betty didn’t wear that perfume. Hell, she couldn’t even afford it.

Oh, wait.

Archie buried his nose in the shirt. Right. Betty didn’t wear that perfume. Hell, she couldn’t even afford it, which she reminded him of weekly even though he was Riverdale’s top realtor three years…

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