Look, I know that what I had done in order to move us out of my parents' basement and into the house of our dreams was wrong.
But there was no other way for that dream to come true with my salary from that waitressing job at the diner and the weekly paycheck that my husband had been getting from his boss.
Anyway, it was on this one Wednesday afternoon that my best friend Shirley had walked over and told me that the guy who looked like Tom Cruise had wanted to pay me a huge amount of money just to have sex with him for one night.
Now I know that whenever I let myself look in the mirror, I would see this particular Playboy Playmate whose name happens to be Patti McGuire staring right at me.
And I also know that I was unable to let some other guy fuck me behind the back of my own husband because I still love him deeply.
But since we were in need of moving ourselves into our own place and desperate times really do call for desperate messures, I had decided to just take a deep breath and sell my body to raise the money for our dream.
And so, after I had walked over to Tom and told him that I had accepted his offer, both Shirley and I had taken a break and headed straight for her apartment where she had loaned her sexy dress and shoes to me for that night and volunteered to make sure that Mark does not find out why I had decided to work late on that night.
Then, when our boss was about to close the diner up for the night, Shirley had walked up to him and said, "I have a better idea. Give the keys to Nikki. She will close up for us."
Of course, he was reluctant to hand those keys over to me at first.
But that was before he had looked at his watch, let out a sigh and said, "Okay, Nikki. I could trust you."