Nessa
There I was, standing in the checkout line, a handful of items on the conveyor. A voice from behind me broke the silence. “There’s enough sugar in those to put you in a diabetic coma.” I turned to see who was judging my purchase of Sugar Gobsmack cereal. She had jet black hair, dangly earrings, and piercing brown eyes, the kind that you can tell are undressing you. There was also a slightly upturned nose and the most sensual, full, pouting lips I have ever laid eyes on. “Some people use coffee...
Cheating