It was a snowy Christmas Eve. I saw him in the frozen foods. He didn't recognize me at first, but then he did, and he ran to hug me so fast that he dropped his murse and we laughed. We took our groceries up to check out, and then we picked up a six pack of beer and drank it in my car. After three beers each, I told him I didn't love my husband, and he told me I was still looking really good. Pretty sure he at least gave a thought to finger blasting me but decided against it, so I gave him a peck on the cheek to let him know what a respectably pathetic guy he was. Boy, I really needed a good finger blast, though. Then I drove home drunk in the rain. I'm not proud of it.