Lesley paced around in the bedroom outside, both of her hands wrapped around her second cup of coffee of the morning. As a married woman, she spent way too much time sneaking around with Jiggle. They met almost a dozen years ago, in rather an odd way.
As it happened, Lesley was celebrating the recently emptied nest. Her youngest child of three had just gone of to a four-year college and left her alone with her husband. Unfortunately for her, she never did get along very well with her husband and the thought of being alone with him more did not please her all too much.
Wandering the streets of downtown San Francisco on a Wednesday evening, Lesley decided to do something different and made her way into a local hookah bar. The entire bar was filled with smoke so thick that it would take a machete to slice through it.
Through the haze of smoke, Jiggle, who was working behind the bar that evening, called out to her, “Are you sure you are in the right place? You look as if you belong in one of the more upscale clubs a couple blocks that way.” As he said this, he pointed out the window towards the northeast.
To be continued…