Taking It Slow
The phone rang and Caller ID showed it was the local woo-woo shop. That was odd since I hadn’t been in there for several years, but I answered out of curiosity. “Is this Steve?” an almost familiar voice asked. “Uh, yes,” I replied. “Hi. This is Amy. I coerced Tom into giving me your number. I hope you don’t mind.” Geez, I hadn’t seen Tom in years, either. But Amy was yummy, so it was okay. She and I had recently had an unexpected encounter (i.e. fuck) at a local county park one...
Cheating