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Margaret was 61 when she accepted the invitation.
The house was quiet. Almost too quiet.
She opened the bedroom door and found the room completely dark.
“Are you here?” she whispered.
A man's voice answered from the shadows.
Margaret smiled and slowly closed the door behind her.
Twenty minutes later, she stepped into the hallway again.
Her hair was slightly messy.
She fixed her dress, took a deep breath, and smiled.
“I should have done this years ago,” she whispered.