Asher got up, walked into his bedroom and returned with a bottle of wine and a mischievous grin. He was offering sex. For the Steins, sex was a tradeoff. This time he wanted to attend one of Dr. Feinberg’s conventions in Monsey.
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Asher got up, walked into his bedroom and returned with a bottle of wine and a mischievous grin. He was offering sex. For the Steins, sex was a tradeoff. This time he wanted to attend one of Dr. Feinberg’s conventions in Monsey.
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“Oh, fuck this,” I said. “Let’s go sin then.” He grinned. “Just do it a couple times, it’ll feel natural. Like they say, ‘Transgress, repeat, yada, yada.’”
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I shall give thee a corner office, with a nubile maiden to attend to thy needs -- secretarial matters only, verily. Beware unto thee, lest thine eyes wander to her bosom and I shall smite thee and banish thee back to page 7 of the Job.com listings.
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