(a flasher of 100 words)
by Julius
Copyright October 2006
The letter was from Sue's health-plan company, she opened it.
She read, "We regret there is no provision in your plan for the claim made."
"Didn't think they'd pay," she said to Harold.
"Don't see why not," he grumbled, "you needed the treatment and I'm an experienced cunnilinguist."
"I'm so dependent on the treatment." Sue squeezed her thighs together and squirmed in the chair. "Ninety bucks an hour seems so reasonable."
"I agree honey," he sighed.
She reached for him with one hand, drew up the hem of her skirt with the other and spread her legs.
"How's my credit?"
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