"Yeah, I can't make it today," Cynthia said into the phone. Then she added a fake cough and sniffed a couple of times.
The voice on the other end of her phone replied, "That's alright. I'll pass on the message to Ms. Crawford."
"Thanks! You're the best Anne. Cheers!" Cynthia hung up. She had decided to call in sick when she realized it was almost 12 o'clock, and they had made zero progress on their research because they had been laugh-dancing the whole time.
Stacy was seated next to her on the couch. Shehad a laptop on her lap and on it was a list of phone numbers with the letters(S. J. D.) next to them. She extended her palm to Cynthia. Cynthia put thephone in her hand, and Stacy began dialing the numbers.
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Friends With A Prostitute
ChickLit(Highest ranking: #253 in Chicklit - 3 October 2017) Cynthia finds lipstick on her husband's shirt and it isn't her shade. She goes out for a walk trying to process the shocking news of her husband's infidelity, and that's when she finds Stacy, a wo...