She shot him a look of promise and passion.
That baby girls got something up her sleeve.
Pulsing with anticipation he sits like a
good man.
Politely, delicately slips off her leather jacket.
Position patient,  
She
      Doesn't have time for games.
Except,
            The ones she plays of course.
She sits on his lap, works her magic touch.
Hold his hand to her lips, and as her tongue traces his fourth finger. What does she find but a

Ring shameless


Reaches behind him, kissing his neck.
Wallet in his back pocket.
Pulls out, to tease (he loves it) with bills in her full, glistening *******.
Teasing him

Until, she finds the picture of his three kids.

She contemplates her job:
Pleasure Queen or Homewrecker