What about my rights? What about a person’s privacy? Did all that just go to hell after 9/11?
My throat tightened, but I held back the tears and reminded myself that withdrawing from a woman is no different than kicking a drug; you feel shaky and you want it, but eventually the need passes, and you feel restored.
A jealous husband is an ugly thing.
Nothing overdone, nothing racy, which made her all the more alluring.
What was it about not knowing a person that allowed you to wonder whether she might be the answer to all your problems?