I'm married. The man I'm married to is a serial prop finder - these are women who sleep with him, after he's convinced them he's trapped in a miserable marriage, his wife doesn't understand, blah, blah...
I don't particularly care who it is. It used to be someone out of town, but she's moved on so who is it? Just from time to time, when I haven't anything better to do, I turn possible candidates over in my mind.
In a town this size there must be a certain number of women prepared to put out for the going rate, but I believe he's more resourceful than that. I believe he'd also prefer to spend what cash he has on booze then women.
So it follows he's conned some poor bitch into giving it to him on a promise, or else she can't do better than him. There are plenty of potential candiates for Bit on the Side-in-Chief. I spent the evening baiting one of them.
I didn't enjoy myself quite as much as I'd imagined.
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