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All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players…

—Jacques in William Shakespeare’s As You Like It

And on this luxurious, 5 e, nestled on the twenty-second floor of the desirous address of One Central Park West, known to the world as Trump Towers, is an astute and deter, was preparing for the role of her life

No, she wasn’tan Oscar or E, just as coelically divine black beauty was atte to do at every other place in the world for as long as ti sex

So, in the privacy of her bathrooht over her freshly permed and then pressed hair, Ta, winged, and superabsorbent pad into the crotch of her aqua lace panties

“Urggh,” she groaned at the prehistoric, uncohs It was so ridiculous and Tas beneath her acid-washed jeans and EnVogue-tight h school Happily, because of nature and the intelligent folks at Playtex, she’d outgrown these littleone on Charleston, her ongoing leading male for the past sixnearly every night for two months, and quite frankly, Taetting with co into a co only to leave and return hours later to do it all again And while the leading lady kept telling herself that she needed tis with Charleston and where they were going, really she just wanted a night alone She’d watch solass of overpriced Chardonnay, and think about nothing until the

“Babe, what are you doing in there?” Ta fros spread out on her silk bedspread like a honeydusted cobweb

“I’,” she said She hoped he’d noticed the Midol tablets she’d conveniently left on the nightstand

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On another stage, not too far frohts enclave in Harle for a less than convincing perforht Bible study and walking into her refurbished brownstone, First Lady Troy Helene Hall decided that her husband, the good Reverend Dr Kyle Hall, who’d co any either In fact, it had now been exactly a month since Troy and Kyle had shared more than prayers in their antique Thomas Day bed And even then, it had been a Valentine’s Day “treat” (Troy actually said this)

Trying her best to escape a diva past filled with enough Chanel and Lauren to solidify her top ranking a any circle of purified BAPs, a newly sanctified and debatably saved Troy prided herself on being less dubious and creative in hersex than Tamia She knew about the old “I’ood Christian wife had any business lying to her husband like that She thought that if she didn’t want to have sex, she didn’t have to have sex It was that simple

“No sex,” Troy rehearsed telling Kyle as she laid in bed, dressed in a white cotton smock that, combined with her shteenth-century house girl Worse, beneath the frock, she had on the biggest, edy, stretched-out, and faded panties she could find in the back of her drawer

Her knees tight and her hands crossed above a Bible that rested atop her vagina, Troy waited in bed for Kyle to coo to sleep in peace But when the reverend did open the bathroom door, Troy wished she’d had on that superabsorbent le that separated their underused bed from their underused spa tub, was her husband Nude and oiled to a shine, he had a silver ring clasping his erect penis

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On the third stage, the player needed no pads or Bi

bles for her theatrical run, for it was a one-wo-size bed that came to her Alpine, New Jersey, mansion with special measurements to provide a co husband, Tasha LaRoche had only two props—a waterproof, neon green vibrator that rested in its normal place beside her in the bed and a cell phone she held to her ear

“You’re so daht now,” a stern yet h the phone It was her husband Lionel was in Miaht in a March matchup

“Yeah, Daddy I want you, too,” Tasha said with her voice as breathy and childlike as a porn star’s Her nearly sable skin blushed with fever as she i for her Lionel kne to handle a wo, yet still careful and co to do to me?”

“I’et you on the bed and kiss every inch of your body, slowly, until you beg et on top of you”

“Yes,” Tasha ainst her breasts Without opening her eyes, she reached for the other prop and pulled it to her “I want you inside of ht now”