Though it wasnever true of my cuckold, my one-woman man who was now my one womanwoman.
When he went in to use his college's library, heshowed the librarians his faculty ID card and then proceeded as ifhe were the person pictured on the card.
They never questioned him-- rather, they assumed he was his own somewhat provocative summerresearch assistant, and granted him all of his usual borrowingprivileges.
He'd chat cheerfully withother women shoppers, with shopgirls, with waitresses, on Saturdayswith Doreen's manicurist, anyone.
He was always friendly, alwaysgrateful for their help, and I think secretly delighted that theyaccepted him as one of them.
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