"FUCK!"
She said I was hubby's birthday gift. I shrugged, dressed, and left. I had early class tomorrow.
Then her neighbor called, wanting to try a woman and see. Our afternoon romp left her limp and word began to spread.
The Thursday bridge club paid trumps for my talent, loving the way I shuffled their decks.
Bride's night out, widow's night in, it got to be a regular sewing circle and I was the silken thread.

Semester over, I checked my spread sheet. Ten times over my TA pay.
To hell with Women's Studies, it's cunt and cash for me.