A Taboo Acquaintance
It had been a week since I’d had Number Two over for dinner, and I couldn’t get her off my mind.
What the hell was she doing? She had to know I knew who she was, and yet she continued to play the game.
Dinner had been a success and despite a predisposed opinion, I enjoyed her company. She was well-spoken, well-traveled, and her sense of humor was terrific.
Maybe it’s been too long since I’ve been with a woman? Maybe I’m so desperate that I would be happy with anyone?
I didn’t even want to be happy, at least, not with her. She was everything I didn’t want. Even her name—Marissa—was wrong; that was Ribs’ daughter’s name. When I thought of Marissa I thought of her, a sweet little thing that did nothing more than fib about going to the mall. I didn’t want to think of
