Ah, you've missed this girl.

"Who's the lucky guy?" you ask, taking a seat in one of the booths near the front window. "Or guys?"

"One guy," she says, poking her tongue out at you, and flashing the most enormous diamond ring on her left hand you've ever seen. "Mostly."

As the two of you eat your meals, she explains the whole story to you, about how she and her dad moved town, and she met his friend from college. She doesn't spare you any of the details and explains that for the last six months, she and her husband have been sailing by boat from port to port, visiting various cities and enjoying the wanderer's life. It just so happened that their yacht needed some maintenance right near your town, so she took the opportunity to come back and see some old faces.

"You fucking little homewrecker," you laugh, astonished at the entire tale.

You can't fault her though, having gotten your first taste of a married woman just yesterday. The thought of Mrs Reed betraying her husband starts to get you hard. As fate would have it, you see none other than Kevin Reed walk through the doors of the burger joint, his right arm in a sling.

"Hey, come sit over this side," you say to Gemma, pointing at the empty space in the booth next to you.

"Alex, I'm not giving you a handjob with fry oil all over my fingers," she groans - as if the oil and not the fact that she was married was the thing that was stopping her from jacking you off in public.