She likes them both - in slightly
different ways: one for his witty repartee, organisational skills, generosity
and the remote possibility of a future, the other for the fact that he’s as hot
as chilli between the sheets.
In the course of their work, both
gents travel a lot on business. They’re
often away at the same time which gives her the chance to see her friends and
look forward with eager anticipation to their duplicitous return(s).
Last week, she spent a wonderful evening with one of
them. Two days later, the other one wanted
to get together. Feeling slightly guilty,
yet unwilling to refuse, she rationalized thus:
If I refuse, he might think I don’t like him and drift off
to pastures new. I don’t know what he
gets up to when he’s away and I might just be his London lover. For all I know, there’s a Washington wife and
a Madrid mistress. So is there any sense
in me being prissy when I could get hit by a bus tomorrow?
She often views sex as ‘medicinal’ based on the irrefutable
knowledge that it is good for you as a mood enhancer, spirit lifter, endorphin
booster. I support her in her life
choices: a little of what you fancy does you good and a bit of something is
better than a lot of nothing.
So I say: ignore the guilt and you go girl! Men have been
treacherous lechers since time began. Is
it so wrong for women, just for the fun of it, to act the same?
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