Veronica gazed out the window from her penthouse and thought of Jonathan, his muscles bulging as he unloaded cargo somewhere below. She imagined the sweat that glistened his skin and the smell; oh the smell. Jonathan smelled of manly perspiration. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She wondered how long she could go without seeing him. Not long her body told her.
Her husband came up from behind and nuzzled her neck.
“What are you thinking about my beautiful wife?”
She pressed herself into him and sniffed. Deodorant and aftershave.
“I’m thinking of a trip with my sister, darling. Would you mind transferring some money to my account?”
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