“Why don’t you tell me Ruth? XXX Quite a sight. I just smiled. What could I do but do what she said. On my way home I realised that I had never asked the husband’s real name. Ruth and I got onto the bed and kissed and cuddled for a couple of minutes before I slid down the bed. She (I will call her she) crawled over and smiled. I thought, for a change of pace, I would write a fictional story. Normally we meet outside somewhere so we can size each other up. What could I do but do what she said. On my way home I realised that I had never asked the husband’s real name. “She is such a slut and I know you enjoyed it” she said, laughing. I sat back on my hunches surveying the scene.
