I was willing to bet my life savings and future domestic happiness that my best friend, a romantically irresistible force and Sex God, couldn't seduce my fiancee. The odds seemed impossible - no other woman had ever resisted his overpowering sex appeal before, forewarned or not. Could my Ice Princess remain an immovable object and resist the overwhelming urge to cheat?
Vladimir Sackov is back, in his one and only story, The Private Dick. A private detective that was helping husbands get cheap divorces turns the tables on one of the biggest assholes of his career.
Husband makes a mistake by cheating on his wife. Shouldn't the wife be allowed to cheat also. Why is it okay for the husband and not okay for the wife. A double standard maybe?