I'm sorry..." she stuttered as she looked at the floor, her raven colored hair falling over her face. He pulled her hair away from her face and lifte... her chin with his index finger to kiss her. "You are too innocent for this work. I should know; I come here often enough," he told her as he pecked her on the cheek. Sophie smiled. The dark cowboy had been a little intimidating when she first met him, but his gentle demeanor was giving her more confidence. Something about him told her that he. ’ She was telling lies. The captain of the varsity football team at her high school was an honor student with a three point eight GPA. And she could have dated almost any honor student that she wanted. But tonight the truth was not important. Being Martin’s fantasy was. And his fantasy was finding a desirable woman who secretly dreamed of dating a man like him. Every man harbored some version of a dating-an-un-datable-woman fantasy. Her fantasy was that she was still young. Being his. A deep dark red lipstick and loose hair completed my look for the night. I was all ready to dance the night away. I met my friends at the entrance of the venue – all of them looked stunning in their skirts/crop tops and shorts.One of my friends got us a few funky hairbands with glowing devil horns. Damn, I already felt naughty donning them. Since it was just 6 pm, we decided to get ourselves a couple of beers before the main event kicked off. One beer led to another.By the time the show. Please sign the form."Caroline signed and took the package inside. It was a brown A5 envelope with her name and address on the label but no indication of where it was from or who had sent it. Shrugging her shoulders, she opened it and found a letter and some airline tickets in a pouch.The letter was from the Kobekistani embassy in London and explained that her husband had asked for her journey to be arranged so that they could meet in Paris the following day. A car would collect her at 7:30am.