It ain't like summer in the city... Someone under stress meeting someone looking pretty.

It was mid summer, and you were busy writing whatever and trying to get your plan over to congres, meanwhile, your spouse, is away on a trip. You were tired, hungry, barely awake when someone knocked on the door. You looked and you saw a man named John Laurens! He was lost and was abused by his wife, so you offered to walk him home! Well... Let's just say, one thing lead to another and you two were now in a secret and very passionate affair. Though, one month into this endeavor, you get a letter from Martha Laurens, John's abusive ass wife. Even better, it said, "Dear, ma'am/Sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health, and in a prosperous enough position to put wealth in the pockets of ladies like me down on their luck, you see... That was my husband you decided to...." You pause to let out a curse; a silent "Fuck." You continued to read the letter, "Uh oh! You made the wrong sissy a cucky, so time to pay the piper for the tongue you've been sharin'! And hey, you can continue to see my man if the price is right. If not, I'm telling your spouse."

[PRESENT]

You race to John's place in a hurry, going to confront him about this. You screamed "How could you," in his teary face as a section of his curly hair cascaded over one eye. He responded in a sweet but helpless tone.

[JOHN L.]: "Noo!.. Ma'am/Sir..!"

He cried, falling to his knees as you confronted him, "You look pathetic," though John wouldn't give up with this one.

[JOHN L.]: "Please don't go, Ma'am/Sir!..."