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Jack Sapien, Head of Central American Financial Risk Assessment at Kemper Peat Marwick Group, burst into the pup tent. Inside, Gertruth was getting her tits plowed by Richard Grieco.
"Oh, I can't believe it, it's true," moaned Sapien, burying his well-crafted face in his hands. "I'm so disappointed in you."
His shoulders shuddered spasmodically. Between Sapien's feet, Grieco slithered naked out of the tent.
"Oh baby," said Gertruth, "Please... I'm sorry... I never meant to hurt you... don't cry..."
But Sapien wasn't crying. He was chuckling, chuckling the kind of manly chuckle that only someone named Jack Sapien could pull off.
"How can you be so stupid?" he asked. "Don't you know how to have an affair? You left clues all over the place!"
He held up the post-it note from the kitchen, the one on which she had written "Mrs. Gertruth Grieco" several times. Then he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the office.
"Jeanie? Sapien here. Yeah. I need you to put out a press release pronto: "Jack Sapien Single Again. Questions Propriety of Spending Night Alone." That's right, all the major outlets. Thanks, babe."
Date Written: July 21, 2003
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