Somebody’s got to make money in this household, so I might has well have fun doing it. This is what I tell myself while I’m getting ready to finally meet Mark, my sugar daddy. My husband is going to think I’m going to lunch with the girls; that’s all he needs to know. He’s too busy, anyway, worrying about money we need, but not doing a whole lot about it. That’s why I’m going to Mark’s place to give him the sex he wants, and he’ll give me the money and gifts I want. No strings attached; this is strictly business that just happens to be fun.
