Exhausted from a hard day's work, Hank opened the front door and and pulled down his tie. "Hey, honey, how was your day?" asked a young woman in her early 30s with jet black hair and light eyes. She looked as though she had retired from modeling years ago in order to start a family. Hank, himself a man in his mid-40s, was quite tired, although it was hard to tell due to his muscular build and his concealed facial expressions, hidden by his coarse salt and pepper mustache. "It was alright, I got promoted," he replied with a smile.
It was apparent that she shared his joy. "Congratulations! I'm so happy for you!" He held her in his arms and they kissed. They were beautiful together; the perfect couple. "You mean the world to me," he told her, meaning every word. The love and caring they shared was beyond explanation, and they seemed to be able to read each other's thoughts. She looked him in his eyes and whispered in her sexiest voice, "The kids aren't home. Don't you think you deserve a reward for promotion?" They truly loved each other.
As they made love, a man sat in an office building accross town with a phone reciever in his hand. Tears flowed down his face, making it's way in paths around his stubble. He'd been working so hard to pay the bills that he sometimes didn't have time to shave. "And you're sure?" the words were shaky and he quivered as he spoke. "Hank
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