It was 8 in the morning and Walter Westidex was excatly on time as usual to open up. It was the smallest bookies in town but it was his life. He had invested all his Insurance Claims money into it and it would allow him to be his own boss and earn him enough to feed, clothe and shelter his wife and kids.
The only thing was that he was still single and at 48 and stuck in his ways, things were unlikely to change. The only sexual experience he got these days was a fleeting glimpse of
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