Red Light
Red Light By First Timer Well reader, when the red light came on behind me I knew I was in trouble. I was on my way to pick up my girlfriend, Susan, and go on to a costume party put on by the law firm we both work for. She had dared me to come as a sleazy hooker. I was surprised to hear myself agreeing, but I have never been able to resist a dare. I took home the items she had purchased for me the day before. While I dressed I had a few martinis to get my nerve up. I took a...