A High School Crush

You turn to come face to face with the most gorgeous woman you have ever seen. She is maybe 5'3" with long blonde hair. Her eyes are icy blue, her lips full, her features...just perfect. Even under her business attire you can tell she is fit, her collared shirt has the top button undone. She puts on her glasses (which somehow makes her even more sexy).

"Let me get a closer look." She looks at you intently, finally locking eyes with you. This is too much!

"I...uh...I'm..."

She laughs. Then turns to the two men. "A little privacy please." They turn their chairs to face forward.

Looking back at you. "You don't recognize me do you?"

Stammering you reply, "Well, I...er...I'm sure I'd never forget..."

She interupts, "It's okay, really. I didn't expect you to. But I sure do remember you. John Wilson, the light of my life all through high school. You would not believe the crush I had on you."

You realize what is happening but stay silent. You could be John Wilson, at least for a little while. This could be fun.

She continues, "I'm Emily Thomas, people called me Em." You try to feign recognition but she sees through it. "No, you wouldn't remember me. Why would you? The nerdy little girl with no friends who couldn't even talk to boys."

She smiles, lost in a memory for a moment, then looks back to you. "You were kind to me. Kind to me when I needed it most. I'm not sure I would have made it through senior year without you." She laughs, "I know, I know. You barely knew me. You must think me such a loser. That's okay, I was a loser. But missing out on you totally changed my thinking once I hit college. I never let an opportunity slip by after that."

She touches a button to talk to the driver, "Could you drop off Mac and Frank at the office. Then just keep driving for a while, okay Stan?" "Okay Mrs Carter."

It is then you notice the rather impressive wedding ring on her left hand. She sees you looking at it. She takes it off and slips it into her purse.

"I never let an opportunity slip by." She says, almost defiantly, she once again locks her gaze with yours. "This philosophy has gotten me to where I am today. And I have you to thank for that. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, Carpe Diem right?" You say, not believing your luck.

"Something like that." She smiles.

The car pulls up to a large office tower. One of the men opens the door, "Good night Mrs Carter, take care of yourself, okay." He fixes you with a stern glare, "Take care Mr Wilson." The subtext is unmistakable.

"Good night Mac, have a good weekend Frank. Don't worry, Stan will look out for me." Emily says as they exit the car. The limo begins to move once more.

Emily takes a deep breath. "Listen, I'm going to be up front with you John. My husband is in London and, at least for one weekend, I don't want to miss out on being with you again. As soon as I saw you there standing on the sidewalk, looking rather depressed I must say, I knew I couldn't let this opportunity slip through my fingers." She takes off her glasses, "If you are not interested just say so and Stan will drop you off where ever you want, right now. But if you are interested we can spend the weekend together and get a taste of how things might have been. No commitments, no consequences, just you and me and a weekend together. Don't worry about any drama concerning my husband, all of my people are very loyal and very discreet. What do you say?"

"I don't know what to say." You sit a moment, thinking of your shitty life and your girlfriend who is surely about to dump you. Even if Emily figures out what is really happening what is the worst that could happen? "Yeah, yeah why not. Let's live the fantasy."

She smiles, a mischievous crooked smile, "Okay, one rule. Don't talk about your real life, okay? This is weird enough as is. For this weekend let's just live in the moment."

"Agreed."

"Let's start things off with a bang, shall we?" She purrs as she removes her blazer.