Bethany

Bethany walks into the bar, her heart beating furiously as she charts unfamiliar territory. Bethany finds an empty stool at the bar and has a seat, checking herself in the mirror that runs the length of the bar, fluffing her hair out before ordering a drink. Bethany's husband was out of town for a few days on business as he frequently is. Bethany doesn't stay home this time. She's seeking attention, fun and adventure. It wasn't long before she noticed you sitting beside her, your quiet attractive demeanor. Bethany introduced herself to you with a big smile as you smile back without telling her your name. Bethany finishes her drink and you buy her another. She starts to tell you practically her life story focusing on her unhappy marriage. You listen not because you're interested you're sizing her up contemplating the possibilities. Bethany compliments you about your listening to her like no one has in a long time. You nod in understanding from time to time and continue to buy her drinks. Soon Bethany's inhibitions begin to erode like a sand castle on an incoming tide. You ask her to go with you to your place and she eagerly agrees. As you leave the bar arm in arm you look around to see if anyone notices.