Lydia immediately begins to kiss and undress her unwilling victim, Lindsey. Her hands roam his body while his hands stand out to his sides, stunned by her forcefulness. When he manages to gain some sense of composure, he is half-dressed, his pants unzipped. He pushes her off him, a look of disgust appearing on his face. She moves toward him again and he backs up, knocking himself into the door.

"Don't be scared, Linds, I know why you're here."

"And why's that?

"You're tired of her and you want a little taste of me again. I know you miss me, or else you wouldn't be here. You want me, Lindsey. I can see the lust in your eyes as I approach."

"It's not lust, it's anger."

"Same difference, it's still passion."

"You're sick, Lydia."

"Why don't you make me feel better then?" Lydia exposes herself to him, dropping her long transparent covering to the floor. Her large breasts press to his chest and she kisses his neck and down his chest through his half-open shirt. "Mmmm...you're wearing the cologne I sent you. What did Stevie think?"

"She hated it." Lydia laughs. "She said it smelled cheap."

"She never really did have taste, did she Linds?" Lindsey tried to push her away again and she pulls back, looking at him, her chest heaving. "Why don't we have some wine?"

"I'm fine."

"Come on, just a little. We should catch up."

Lindsey sits down on the couch in her gaudy living room trying to dress himself and she comes back with two large glasses of red wine. She sits them down on the coffee table and cuddles up to him.

"Can't you put some clothes on? Jesus Christ!"

"Where's the fun in that? You'll just be taking them off later."

"I will not."

"Why are you here, Lindsey, if not for this?"

"I came here to talk. I want you to leave my wife and I alone. Being with you was a mistake. We hit a rough patch in our marriage and when you threw yourself at me, I went for it. I shouldn't have and now I'm trying to repair my marriage. I won't have you messing it up."

"Does she know we slept together?"

"No, she only saw us kissing and that's all she will ever think went on."

"How can you fix your marriage when you have all these secrets?" she asks, trying to get in his head.

"I will tell her eventually but not now. She doesn't need any more stress."

"Or we could tell her together, right after you serve her with divorce papers..." Lydia begins to rub his crotch through his pants and for a moment, he loses control. Before he does anything he regrets, he stands up.

"I'm not divorcing her, I love her. I want to be with her. She's my soulmate."

"Apparently she's gotten to you with that hippie bullshit. Soulmates don't exist, there are only people you spend your time with until you're dead and gone. I want to enjoy my life while I'm here. I married Herbert because I was young and I thought it was love but it wasn't. He wasn't my soulmate, he wasn't anything. He was just a man."

"He obviously loved you, he left you everything!"

"He was almost 80. What old man with foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel wouldn't want a woman like me? I'm fun, beautiful, great in bed...don't you think?"

"I've had enough. I'm going home."

"If she asks where you were, what are you going to say? She won't like knowing you're here with me while she's at home waiting for you to give her the time of day before you lock yourself in your studio."

"I will figure something out."

"Stay, Linds. Let me get you something stronger, a little liquid courage to face your precious wife." Lydia gets up and makes him a drink, still completely nude. Lindsey can't help but steal glances. He and Stevie hadn't being together in any way for a while now and it was beginning to get to him. Even after the massage he gave her, she offered no reward. She hands him the drink and he downs it quickly. She shakes her hair about, tossing it over her shoulder, just watching him. His senses become hazy and he knows he shouldn't have allowed her to fix him that last drink.

"I should go."

"You can't, you'll get hurt driving yourself home."

"I will manage." he says, shooting up from the couch. His head is swimming and he thinks back to what Stevie said:

"Be safe....I always worry about you, especially now...."

"Okay. Fine." he says. Lydia claps with delight, sitting next to him again. She runs her fingers through his curls, her fingernails lightly scratching his scalp as he drifts off to sleep. She looks down at him, a sinister smile playing on her lips.

Lindsey's eyes flutter open and he sits bolt upright. He's alone in a large room with gold crown molding, in a giant bed with fluffy white linens. He looks under the covers and discovers he's completely nude. His eyes are wide, and he searches his mind to remember what had happened. He doesn't  remember going to sleep, taking off his clothes or anything. Could this be a dream? He sure as hell isn't in his house. He looks at the clock on the nightstand- it's three in the morning. He panics, jumping up from the bed to find his clothes. His head is pounding as he scrambles toward the pile of discarded garments. He puts his boxers on, along with his shirt and pants. He runs a hand through his hair and slips his shoes on. He slips out the door and flies down the stairs being met halfway to freedom by Lydia. She lay on her sofa, completely naked and glowing like Aphrodite herself. His breath catches in his throat and he gulps hard.

"Oh, Lindsey, you were even more magnificent than I remember! No wonder that wife of yours wants to keep you around...wow!" she praises, exaggerating every syllable until it oozed with arousal. He rips open the grand front door and gets into his car. He dry swallows two aspirin to help with his head, starts the engine and speeds as far away from that woman as he possibly can.