For over 2 months when I forget her I got a text from her asking me to meet her. I was little afraid to go because I was thinking she might have told ...o her husband and it’s a trap. But somehow I gained courage to go and meet her. We met on the same place where we met for first time. Again same moment came when I was dropping her in the same parking lot. I stopped my car and bid a goodbye and opened the lock and the moment I look at her a tear rolling down her face, I was like what’s wrong with. ‘Would you like to slip away to somewhere more private?’ Mr. Smooth asks. Darcy swallows. She wants to, but it’s getting late. When she suggests his car, his eyebrows go up but he smiles and leads her out of the bar. He’s got a large luxury sedan and they drive around back like a couple of teenagers. Darcy giggles the whole time until he leans over to kiss her on the mouth. The alcohol has made her a little unsteady and for a second she forgets his name. But then she remembers its Jake. ‘Come. My body reacts to her touch and I feel myself get damp. "You know I have, Baby," I reply. I gently push her against the brick wall and kiss those full lips before she can get her cigarette out of the pack. I run my tongue over her lips, tasting the vanilla lip balm she always wears. "You should come to the office tonight and let me show you how much I've missed you," I say, moving my mouth over to her neck. "I've got an idea, Baby. How about I give you a sample of what you'll get tonight when. Glynda and her mom were only about 20 years apart in age andwere mistaken for sisters quite often. Their size and buildwere very similar except that Margie was a little bustierand a little hippier with a few more wrinkles. And whileGlynda frosted her hair because it was fashionable, Margedid it to hide some gray and look younger. It was difficultto tell them apart without looking really close. And thereinlies the tale.I had been over at the neighborhood tavern for a few hoursthat afternoon,.