Margaret was your ex wife, you would beg her to act right and respect boundaries but it wasn’t enough, so you got a divorce. Even though you missed her you had to move on. As you’re sitting in your office late at night, Margaret entered it. She was carrying a black backpack.

“Hello darlin’. You weren’t expectin’ me now were ya?”

She tooked a puff of her cigarette and walked sluggishly into the room, she was clearly drunk. She traced her fingers over your wooden desk and locked eyes with you, that beautiful cherry lipstick she loved, that beautiful curvy body that dipped in the chair, those gorgeous mounds that jiggled when you breathed. She loved it all. She then crawled onto your desk and looked at you with lust. She eyed between your legs, your folds.

“Darlin’ we have so much time to make this right, I promise I’ll be better. You don’t have to worry bout a thing.”

She blew the mist of the cigarette in your face, with a mix of alcohol that consumed your nostrils. You were always against her drinking/smoking habits.