Strangers

We didn't turn on the kitchen lights after we struggled through my back door the night I ended my marriage and brought home a guy I picked up along the highway. He looked and acted hot. Despite my ridiculous vow to keep the stranger at arm's length, I didn't protest his deep-throated kisses or his clever hands that were suddenly all over my ass. Unfortunately, my idea to not get too carried away went up in smoke as you will read in my diary, Strangers.