They were both alone, having a drink at the distant corners of an open-air beach pub. A wild card samba dance contest happened, and as destiny would have it, their seats were picked and their eyes met. He was at his wittiest best, she was at her sultry best. They danced under the moonlight for hours and a lot of wine and shag tobacco happened in the meanwhile. They kissed, stroked each other for hours and went back to her place.
She woke up in the morning and wiped a particular photo frame with the silk she was wearing the night before.
Him: Who is he?
Her: (Dressing up about to leave) My husband.
Him: Where is he?
Her: He’s been in a vegetative state for a while. Once he had more wits than you do. I need to go see him. The visiting hours begin at 7:00 AM. (almost about to leave).
Him: Then why did you sleep with me?
Her: Because I love him.
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