Easy Hospitality
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Easy Hospitality

Easy Hospitality “There’s somebody pounding on the door,” Sandy told me. Two o’clock in the morning?! Who could that be?! The night seemed foreboding. Could this be a ploy? Looking through the window I saw only her, crying, “Please help me. I’ve been raped.” Cold, wet, and trembling, she rushed inside when I opened the…

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