This time's married woman was met at a bar a few days ago. Then, the place for our reunion was in a corner of a street with little foot traffic; she must have been really looking forward to it because she showed up earlier than the appointed time. We went on a lunch date and naturally headed to a hotel. Her skin, stripped of its daytime guise, exuded a soft warmth and a sweet perfume that scorched reason. As our fingertips entwined, a sense of taboo took over my entire body. The beating hearts pressed together alone taught me this twisted reality. Then the curtain rose on a time filled with intense pleasure.
