You never expected her to be the marrying type.

Gemma explains the whole story to you, about how she met her father's friend from college, and had a whirlwind affair with him. She doesn't leave out any of the details, and some of them are completely unbelievable.

"This bar is actually very similar to the one we had our first 'date' in," she muses, finishing up her story. "Now that was a wild night."

"So let me get this straight," you say in astonishment, downing the last of your beer. "You basically fucked his brains out for an entire month until he was so addicted to your pussy that he left his wife?"

"Hey dickhead, he fell in love with my personality too," she laughs, leaning over to punch you in the arm.

"Yeah, great personality," you respond, rolling your eyes in jest. Even though you know it to be true. Gemma was the perfect catch. Hot, intelligent, and very personable. She was nice enough to be friends with everyone including that fuckwit Kevin. Nice enough to be friends with you, even though she despised some of the toxic shit you did.

"Alright, we need more drinks," you declare, standing up and taking your empty glasses.

You head back to the bar and order another round. As you're waiting you think about how Gemma's story has inspired you to fuck the shit out of Mrs Reed until she leaves Kevin's father.