The Married Mans Reprieve
Rose pulled me from the bar, down the street, and into the train station. Never once did we stop touching. I stood behind her with my hands on her hips as she paid for our tickets. We remained physically linked as we boarded and even as we sat beside each other. The train was not crowded. The Friday evening rush was already through. ‘This is all too easy, Rose.’ She tensed. ‘Yes, it is. Please, Charlie, trust me. We’ll dicuss it in the morning. You’re free now. Be my guest for the night and...