Offer her a shoulder to cry on

"I really wish we could've been meeting under different circumstances Miranda," you tell her as she leads you onto her bus and locks it, trying to regain her composure.

"Sometimes I wonder why I put up with him," she tells you as you both lay on the bed in her bus, Miranda's head resting on your shoulder, "I mean, I could probably have any man I wanted. Don't you agree, John?"

"Any man would be lucky to have you Miranda," you tell her, brushing her hair back and gazing into her baby blue eyes as she smiles a sweet smile in your direction.

You'd really like to kiss her right now, but you don't think the time's right, as you don't want to be accused of taking advantage of her.

"If no one's told you how gorgeous you are today Miranda, let me," you tell her, brushing her hair back again and looking her in her baby blues once more, "because you really are fucking gorgeous."

"You are a sweet, sweet man John," she whispers, her head on your chest as you continue talking, "you know, it's too bad that I stay faithful to the jackass I call my husband. If I didn't, you'd probably be getting some of this tonight."

"Call me crazy Miranda, but I have a way for you to get your **** on him," you tell her, hoping you have earned enough of her trust for this to go the way you want it to go.

Especially since you'll probably never have this chance again.