The Temptress

n want to be near her. Not afte

aving three glasses of

osy," I said, f

hink any kind

t true. Ri

of water from the moisture of our beer glasses and my two whiskeys with ice. There were many glasse

son for twenty years. How ar

ght Jerry's gaze and snickered

is, Teddy. But how would you

bury your dick inside, and that's it. I bet you still remember

e warned, but I wa

y's gonna tell your wife if you get a li

asshole sometimes. L

arms folded low on his chest. Okay, I might have taken his infidelity a

nned the bar for the hundredth time this evening, and my eyes immediately reco

ht. And you should go home to Shiloh. Sh

atisfied seeing the same tired face every goddamn day. For years! Half of

t, knowing that I probably would be late for work tomorrow, too. But r

here, be

A huge diamond ring sat on her finger and screamed at me

o?" she asked, and I could hear the

about it now. With my luck, her husband would come in and cause a scene that could possibly lead to

and grabbed my shirt by the collar. And afte

t thanked

ing for. Or? But I halted in my actions when she pulled me closer before she stroked her palm across my chest, and tickled my colla

en her lips came in contact with my skin. She retracted just enough to meet my

lf, while I watched her back and round, swaying hips

he stalls in the toilet and left in shame and with a starting headache that I knew would be stub

hat I told myself

ay went equally fast. My creativity was back and my mood was lifted, which was why I picked up the guitar as soon as I came home. The sheets with lyrics were already spread across the table and the couch from the day b

s the sun," I mumbled to myself and strumm

und from a stage. Adding drums and a heavy baseline, and wouldn't sound half bad. Encouraged by my newfound inspiration,