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Monday night, continued

I wasn't sure Allison was making the right decision -- sending me to her appointment at Liane's -- but she thought Liane would be more pissed off if nobody showed up at all.

When Liane opened her apartment door, she caught her breath. "Suzy!" she whispered -- Liane has always known me as Suzy. "What are you doing here?" Before I could answer, she hushed me so the customer waiting inside wouldn't hear.

"Allison asked me to fill in for her," I whispered, "She didn't want to let you down. She said you would understand."

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Liane shook her head with a disapproving frown, and ushered me into the dimly lit foyer where I stood under the chandelier, trying to explain: "She had to see Janelle -- "

"That bizarre little roommate of hers -- I might have known. Allison should not have sent you without calling me -- she has no right to do that!" In her Chanel pumps and long pencil skirt, Liane glided toward the bedroom door -- still elegant and willowy in her 70s -- then disappeared into a room where her client waited. If his heart was set on Allison, this sudden switch wasn't going to work. But Liane returned with a bright, decisive look on her face -- my signal to proceed.

"Bert has to catch a flight -- he hasn't got all day. He thinks Allison sent you as a surprise," Liane said, handing me a towel and following me into the bathroom. "You're a student -- you met Allison in the cafeteria and she's been corrupting you."

"Which school?" I stepped into the tub and grabbed the chrome hand-shower off the wall. "Are you sure he's going to like me?"

"Just act like it's your first time," Liane advised me. "You can tell him you go to Marymount -- but he won't ask."

He didn't. But, after he came, he slyly tried to trip me up, to see if I was really the amateur Liane had promised him.

"Liane must keep you busy," Bert hinted.

"Busy?" I replied with a confused giggle as I slipped into my panties. "I was afraid to do this, but Allison told me I would have a good time."

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