wives and lovers
wives and loversMary giggled like a schoolgirl as she made her wobbly way back to the car. The young man with the close crop hair she danced with was helping steer her to me. She tried to kiss him but he held her at arms length saying. “Whoa there sweetie, can’t be doing that here.”He got her as far as the the trunk of the car and disappeared into the night. Mary slid into her seat, leaned over and kissed me. A warm sloppy kiss that left a salty taste in my mouth.“There. She said. I did it and...