Our encounters mostly intimate and secretive. I was not invited to the happy hours as she craved full attention. She turned heads and stole your man (or wife) depending on her mood. I witnessed babbling idiots, myself more than once. She could make a grown man weep, and still he buy her drink. Her beauty made her ackward sexy. Never an opportunity missed.
I think I married her; then she divorced me 😉
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