My hubby and I walk into our usual Friday night hang out. I'm wearing my pink spaghetti strap tank, white denim mini, and pink four inch heels. As I settle into our regular table I see HER across the bar, drunk and half naked, hanging all over some old gramps who obviously has a good bit of money in his pockets. I lean into Don, there she goes again, I swear that slut is all over a different guy every time we're here. Then our eyes meet. Although nothing has ever been said, we both know we don't like each other. She starts strolling my way. I get up and move clear of table. Not totally sure of her intentions, but I get a feeling they're not good...
