Steven was staging the vintage barber chairs in our shop window when I saw him stop and stare.

“That guy in the office across the street keeps looking at us,” he griped.

I joined Steven, looked across the walkway and said, “It’s a travel agency.

He must be bored to death. Most people book their own trips nowadays.”

Suddenly horny, I looked at my husband standing there in the bright sunlight. I moved closer to him and ran my fingernail up the center of his T-shirt.

“Maybe we should give him something to actually look at,” I said.

He raised an eyebrow with curiosity and said, “Do tell.”

I moved another step closer, leaned in and kissed his full lips. His beard tickled my chin.

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