Clarice found her dream guy on Tinder on a cold day in February. They were both looking for the same thing. Just a casual encounter with no strings attached. Skip was darkly brooding in his photos, and very handsome.
She decided to jump past the formalities of dating and such and to take a chance by just going to his house for some fun after some flirty texting.
It was freezing and icy outside. She put on fleece lined leggings, shearling boots with sturdy tread, and a heavy sweater. She skipped the bra for convenience’s sake.
Skip had Saturday off from work. He told Clarice to come for lunch and some afternoon delight. She was enthusiastic having broken up with her boyfriend six months ago and not meeting up with anyone since.
Skip’s driveway had been plowed and salted, but was still a bit treacherous when she arrived. Clarice carefully got out of her car and slowly walked down the icy path to the door. She rang the bell.
She was pleased that the man who answered the door looked like his photos on Tinder. Tall, dark and handsome.
His house was tastefully decorated and clean. Bonus bachelor points. The dining room table was set with Chinese food containers and fancy plastic plates.
They sat at the table and started with soup Skip heated up in the microwave. There wasn’t…
