I felt sorry for a homeless man and invited him to my place. I washed him, fed him… and put him to sleep in my own bed.
But in the morning he disappeared, taking with him—not all of my savings, no—my underwear, ripped off me in a burst of passion.
Who could have thought the bum would turn out to be a major under cover—and that at my test I’d see two lines?
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From the author: Books from this series can be read separately, but they are written in a single style.