I was stunned. I didn’t know who to talk to about the invitation I received. It was from a woman in my office. I wasn’t taking it to HR. I wanted to protect her. Can’t talk to anyone.
“Hi, Dave, I’m inviting you to a Sweet Night on Friday night. We’ll have dinner and NSA sex. Pack an overnight bag. RSVP preferred but not required.”
These things happen to other men. Not ordinary men like me. Opportunity’s knocking.
oOo
Mrs. Dave? Out of town.
My overnight bag? In my hand.
My conscience and I? On her doorstep.
My cellphone chimes.
