We Meet Again
Scott and I meet up after years of only online sexting, and I can't keep my thoughts clean.
I am on my way to pick him up from the airport. He is flying in for a bachelor trip and needs to kill a few hours. Who better to show him around this town than his old college fling? Of course, his wife doesn’t need to know that. I simply told my husband that I was meeting an old college friend for breakfast. Yes, it is a guy, but there isn’t a reason to worry. And on some level, that is true. I am going into this trying...