You Want What You Can t Have
The night was going well so far. She had first seen him mincing about on the dance floor in the club. Something about him really caught her attention, and it wasn't his fucked up dance moves. In order to get a closer look at him she dragged some of her friends onto the dance floor near him. At this distance she liked what she saw even more: - late twenties, well over six foot, lean and athletic, with long curly hair a good distance past his shoulders. The wedding ring he wore was an enticement...