The claim is often made that someone knows you better than yourself. Sometimes you have to start the ball rolling and be prepared to be persistent until they see things your way.
"Bad Boy" ex-boyfriend comes to town and convinces her to meet him in a motel. She protests that she can't betray her husband but shows up in her prettiest bra, panties and stockings. They re-live the sex they had in the old days in the back of his car. She knows what it is like for a married woman to feel well fucked once again.
She held the cordless phone up and pressed the auto dial button.
"Hi it me Sally," she said her voice sounding quite normal.
"Tell him you're naked," I ordered.
"Pat says for me to tell you that I'm naked," she said.
I knew it was Ben who was on the other end of the line, one of my oldest friends and Bestman at our wedding.
'Plain Janes' are not always what they seem. Some have been tutored by relatives who remain in the background, waiting to receive victims into a contrived web.