Joan and Rita were in the parking lot heading to their car after leaving the nightclub. It was extremely dead inside, as there were only eight people in the club, and the two spent most of the evening dancing with each other.
Joan is a married white woman of 44. She isn't drop-dead gorgeous, but she is a pretty woman who just exudes an infectious sexual energy. She's 5-foot-6, has a 34-23-36 body, and long blonde hair. Rita is a very nice woman, but she's plain compared with Joan. She too, is blonde, but she's a thin, 5-foot-5, 46 year old woman.
As the two were crossing the parking lot, a man named Troy happened to be walking toward the club. Joan looks at the handsome 6-foot-4 muscular dark-skinned black man, and blurts out, "Oh God, look at him...I shouldn't leave yet."
Troy eyed the two, and then his eyes locked in on Joan and he said, "Then why are you going?"
Rita chimed in, "Because it's dead inside, it's late, and I've got a babysitter to pay."
Troy then asked Joan why she was leaving.
"She's my ride," Joan said.
"Stick around, I'll give you a ride," Troy said, winking at Joan.
"Um...I don't know you, so I think I'll ride with my friend," Joan said.
"Hi, my name is Troy, and you are?" Troy said.
"I'm Joan, nice to meet you," Joan replied.
"OK, so now we know each other, let's go inside," Troy said.
"I don't think so," Joan quipped.
"OK, but you're missing out," Troy teased.
Joan blew him a kiss and got in the car.
"Damn, he was hot," Joan blurted out. "I could use something like that."
Rita nodded her head in agreement, and she reminded Joan that she's a married woman. Joan said a little fantasizing isn't anything bad.
"Just thinking about getting tossed around the bedroom by that kind of stud has me a little moist," Joan said. "I'm sure we'd make a lot of noise."
"Slut," Rita said with a laugh.
Joan was married to a man named Patrick, the store manager of an upscale grocery store in the Bay Area. She wasn't madly in love with her husband, but she liked him, warts and all. She felt comfortable and safe with him. He made good money and that, coupled with her pension, provided them financial stability.
Joan held the power in their marriage, both mentally and physically and both knew it. She has connections in law enforcement as she served as a police officer for 20 years. She left the force to spend more time with her two growing children. She's also a fifth-degree black belt in karate and a second-degree black belt in jujitsu.
Patrick is not a big man by any means. He's 5-feet-6 and weighs about 150 pounds soaking wet with rocks in his pocket. Nine times out of 10, he'd get his ass kicked in a fight, so he always avoided confrontation.
One day while Patrick was at the store, he forgot he had scheduled a meeting with a sales rep from a local media outlet. He rearranged his schedule so he could make the meeting. At 10 a.m., in walks the towering figure known as Troy Johnson. When they introduced themselves and shook hands, Troy's massive hand engulfed that of Patrick, automatically making Patrick feel timid.
The two were cordial when discussing the store's advertising campaign. Neither engaged in small talk. It was a business meeting, plain and simple. That is until Joan suddenly entered the office to surprise her husband with a homemade lunch.
"Hey babe, got your lunch here," Joan sings. She then sees and they lock eyes.
Troy says while laughing, "Hey Joan. Haven't seen you in a while."
"Terry, right?" Joan asks, intentionally getting his name wrong.
"No, it's Troy. How quickly we forget," Troy said.
"Maybe it's not worth remembering," Joan shot back. Troy silently mouthed the word "ouch," following that remark. They both smiled.
"You two know each other?" Patrick asked.
"Oh yeah, Joan and I go way back to last Saturday," Troy said with a chuckle, knowing Patrick was caught off guard.
Joan giggled, and Patrick had a bemused look on his face. Troy and Patrick ended their meeting, and after telling him to enjoy his lunch, Troy left.
Patrick wasted no time asking Joan about Saturday. She simply told Patrick that she and Rita met Troy in the parking lot of the nightclub as they were leaving. Rita thought he was hot, and we talked to him for a minute or two. Patrick's suspicions arose, but technically, Joan did not lie. Rita did nod in agreement that he was hot, and they did talk to him, even though Joan did most of the talking.
"So there's nothing going on with you two?" Patrick said.