Chapter Seventeen
Perfect Eyebrows
Being unfaithful is not something to indulge in if you have a guilt complex; only a narcissist walks away guilt-free.
The first time, I was sitting in the pub watching my darts team lose when in walked two young men. One eyed me straight away. We immediately clicked, and after several drinks, we were laughing like best buddies. The next thing I knew, we were in a dark corner snogging like teenagers, me wishing I’d left the pork scratchings alone.
He’d grabbed me as I walked out of the ladies’, taken me by surprise. I thought he liked my jokes, my banter; it never occurred to me that what was underneath my jumper was what he was really interested in.
His hands were everywhere, and I, parked against the wall, didn’t put up a fight. I was too busy marve
