“You don’t know the half of it,” she’d replied.
That was eighteen months ago.
His name was Marcus. Married. Two kids. A house with a porch swing and a dog named Otis. Gina had met him at a gallery opening—he’d complimented her boots, she’d made fun of his tie, and by midnight they were sharing a cigarette in the alley behind the venue. -Vixen- Gina Valentina - Confessions Of A Side ...
Tonight, she was supposed to be his escape. Hotel room downtown. King-sized bed. A bottle of something sparkling waiting in an ice bucket. But 9 p.m. came and went. Then 10. Then 11. “You don’t know the half of it,” she’d replied
Because confessions, she’d learned, were the only thing that kept you from disappearing completely. Would you like a darker twist, a more romantic ending, or a continuation of Gina’s journal entries? Married