Tiffany & he br (the ugly stranger) br br - never get to know his name - br br always br shared the same br br bus journey br on the long way home br br he got on br a few stops after hers. br br She remembers thinking: br “God…he’s ugly! ” br br But she liked br the beauty br br of the way he stared br at her br br tits br br just openly br stared at them. br br She never wore a bra br so br her nipples br brazen as hussies br br stared back at him br bold & erect. br br Suddenly br on an impulse br br some mad whim br br she just br did br it. br br Undid br her blouse buttons br (one by one) br br offered them br to him. br br He sucked br greedily br br as she came br and made him come br br her hand br sticky & warm. br br Every night br for the next six weeks br br they repeated it br br not saying anything br br without words br (words would have ruined it) br br living out the fantasy br living on the edge br br thrilled by it! br br Then she’d go home br and be Tiffany br br good wife to Timothy. br br One night br he didn’t come br br and she never saw him br again. br br She confessed all this br over a Starbucks br br As I choked br on a: “Christ! ” croissant. br br One thinks one knows br one’s friends br br but really br br ...