March 20, 2007
She was sitting there with a rose in her hair and she couldnít keep her eyes off him. Her boyfriend went out of mind and she lip-locked. Only a little wine, only a couple shucked, only a bit of cheese and crusty bread. It wasnít like it was a date. It wasnít like he wanted it. He was only there for the money. She didnít know. Not until the wine drained away, not until breakfast settled in, not until she saw the picture of her boyfriend kissing her cheek did she realize. Set up, set out, completely lost her senses.