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The conversation imagined, seeing her at the bar, all high-heels and coyly playing with a cherry:

I break up marriages.

Yes, yes, I understand. But about the first

The first marriage I broke up?

Yes.

My parents, of course.

Your

I suppose it was my step-parents, but my step-father had adopted me when I was three so Id always thought of him as my father. I cant really say that the man who contributed to my birth has any right to the claim.

So you and your step-father?

Yes. It was the one time I suppose that I didnt do the chasing. He mustve watched me grow older, grow curves, become a woman. I was fourteen, he was forty-four. Im sure thered have been a scandal had anyone caught wind of it.

But your mother

She never knew. She only knew that my stepfather no longer wanted anything from her. I cant really blame him; I was far better at fucking at that age than she was. Or, at least, if what some of the men I met tell me, wives really have no concept of what a man likes.

So, your stepfather had sex with you, broke up with your mother, and then just left?

Well, he still wanted me, of course. That was the fun part, the part that probably got me hooked on this. He wanted custody. He wanted me to move into an apartment with him so that he could have access to me any time he wanted. In the morning, afternoons, evenings. Midnight snack time. During the breakup he came to my room and told me about it, about how it would be wonderful. I smiled and agreed. Then I did everything to make sure my mother got custody.

Howd you do that?

I broke up the judges marriage.

That judge?

Not my finest moment, I assure you. He was a withered up old guy. Had me in his chambers to talk to me about who Id rather live with. I wore one of my little dresses and made sure that he got a good show of what wouldve been covered by my underwear had I decided to wear any.

Was he any good?

Horrible. The worst so far. It took me forever to convince him that he wasnt going to get into any kind of trouble because of it. That I wanted to do it.

How does a judge fuck?

Short, very short. I dont think his wife had screwed him in quite a long time. He was very quick.

Do you do him a second time?

Yes. After my mom got custody I met him again in his chambers and gave him a blowjob to thank him. He tasted like iron.

And his marriage ended shortly thereafter?

That night, I think. I remember reading something in the paper a few weeks later about his wife suing for spousal abuse. Apparently the old guy forced himself on her that night. It made me smile.

It would.

Im not aI guess I am.

A what?

A bad girl.

Youd probably qualify.

Thanks.

So, how do you choose them?

The husbands?

Yes.

Usually its not really matter of choosing so much as it is identifying the ones that arent going to pursue.

I dont understand.

The ones that will pursue, the ones like my stepfather, wont break up with their wives. Theyre not in love with their wives and feel nothing about cheating on them.

But the ones that love their wives

They take convincing, theyre the ones that once theyve had me they never want to go back to their wife. And, because they were convinced to cheat, theyre not going to accept a substitute. And then the marriage ends.

Interesting.

It is, isnt it?