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The edge had worn off Emma's recollection of her five days of sex with Wendell. She hadn't thought that would ever happen, but, although details still suddenly came to mind (sometimes at inopportunistic times), the experience was more a blurry memory now than a vivid remembrance. The sex and the contacts it had brought with it, the publicity, had been more than great for her gallery. When it came time to assign a value to her Wendell experience, Emma White was inclined to deem it of great worth. Not Harris.
Harris was pissed; as he expressed it, Emma's time with Wendell should have resulted in her scoring more than a mere two tickets to today's championship contest. Emma glanced at Harris' face and picked up on his unhappiness. They would be married in three months. If she didn't opt out before then.
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