Give Me a Hand

“Seriously….c’mon….” Richard—though right now “Rebecca” was more fitting—grumbled as he struggled with the zipper. “Rebecca! What’s taking so long! We have to go! The dinner is in thirty minutes!” Richard’s friend Keith called as he walked into the living room, causing her to turn to face him. “You glad to see me? ……Ugh…” he said, surrendering. “I give up. This ain’t working. Can you zip me up?”

“Sure….babe” Keith said, winking—then cringed at the death glare “Rebecca” tossed him.


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