I met her at a whisky bar. A tame, cool place. . . fifteen people dancing, first time they'd seen anyone dance in their bar. . . invited her home. . . she told me in her Victoria's Secret that she had a fiancé. . . (a karmically good story for the boys). . . She couldn't find her heel. Thirty minutes of rambling and I called the police to get her out of my place.
A sensitively positioned expose on why men and women cheat ?
