Cheryl  − April, 2006

She was a friend of James' girlfriend. I met her for the first time as she slipped into the passenger seat of my Buick, so that they couple could sit in the back and paw at one another in peace. I took them all over town, driving down one darkened road after another, allowing James and his girlfriend to violate my backeat. Cheryl and I talked in the front. She was very pretty. Blonde, with bright eyes as blue as her shirt. She made me laugh. I may have flirted with her more than I should have. I knew my girlfriend wouldn't appreciate it, but I didn't care. What she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. And if it did...

Well, I still didn't care.