The Rejected Luna
We're both staring into the mirror.
"June. Stop it. He has a girlfriend." I slap her arm playfully.
"Ouch." She groans dramatically. "So what if he has a girlfriend? Being married or having a girlfriend doesn't mean you gotta give up on having some wild, good fuck elsewhere. Partners get boring, you know."
"I guess you're right," I say softly, lowering my gaze. Memories of my day at the office rush into my mind, and again, I get goosebumps recalling when my boss forced himself between my thighs.