Truth be Told

I wish this woman had to answer all of my questions, and I wish she could not lie.

"So that was your husband I saw leaving here a few minutes ago?" you ask.

"No, that was my lover." The woman's eyes go wide, and her jaw drops open. She looks like she wants to say something else but cannot.

"Oh, so are both single?"

"No, he's married." The woman slaps her hand over her mouth.

"So you are fucking a married man?"

"Yes I am. And who are you to be asking personal questions? Get out now!" she yells.

You go to the door and try to open it. "It won't open."

"Get out of my way!" the woman storms over, shoves you out of the way and tries the door.

"First married man you fucked?"

"No, it's not, and it's none of your business!" She keeps trying the door. "What is wrong with this fucking door! I'm calling downstairs." She heads for the phone.

I wish the room phone does not work, and I wish her cell phone is dead.

The woman picks up the room phone but there is no dial tone. She presses the front desk button a few times. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She goes to her purse and takes out her cell phone. She tries to turn it on, but it's dead. "Oh come on!"

"So do you prefer fucking married men?" You ask.

"Yes. Arrhhh! Stop asking me personal questions!"

You just smirk.